Ruite gripped Chester’s shirt tightly, his body tense.
Chester gently ran his fingers down the back of Ruite’s neck, trying to soothe the stiffness out of him.
The intoxication from the alcohol had long since vanished, replaced by a rising body temperature fueled not by spirits, but by Chester’s touch and pheromones.
Chester pressed his body closer.
He tightened his grip around Ruite’s waist and lightly licked Ruite’s lips with his tongue.
The tickling sensation caused Ruite’s strength to slowly ebb away.
As Ruite’s lips parted, Chester slid his tongue inside smoothly and without resistance.
“Mmm…”
Chester tilted his head further, pushing his tongue deep.
He flicked the tip against the roof of Ruite’s mouth, rubbing against the sensitive membranes.
He didn’t let go of Ruite’s lips for even a second, seemingly lost in the act of entangling their tongues and tasting their shared saliva.
Eventually, unable to withstand the sensory overload, Ruite’s body—which had been propped against the wall—began to slide down.
“Wa-wait a second.”
Ruite placed his hands on Chester’s shoulders and gave a firm push.
“Haah… haah…”
Chester was breathing raggedly.
A thin string of saliva stretched between their lips.
Ruite touched his hot, swollen lips with his fingers, trying desperately to calm his racing heart and the overwhelming arousal.
It was his first kiss.
He hadn’t realized it would feel this good—so good it was almost terrifying.
“Did you hate it?”
Ruite slowly lifted his eyes toward the voice. Meeting Chester’s dark, heat-filled gaze made his heart thud painfully against his ribs.
Chester’s pupils were hazy and blown wide.
It was the first time Ruite realized Chester could make such a… carnal expression.
“You… how are you so good at this? It’s embarrassing, but this is my first time. I’m not used to it.”
“It’s my first time, too. I have a fiancé; who else would I do this with?”
Chester reached down and lifted Ruite, who had slid halfway to the floor, and sat him back up properly.
When Chester leaned in for another kiss, Ruite quickly covered Chester’s mouth with his hand.
Chester’s eyebrows immediately slumped, and his face took on a dejected, wounded look.
“You really hate it?”
It was absurd.
Usually, this man was all sharp glares and cold, cynical vibes.
How was it fair for a prickly jerk to be able to make a face like that?
In Ruite’s eyes, Chester looked exactly like a large dog left out in the rain—a massive, soggy puppy.
Ruite’s hand slid down from Chester’s mouth.
As if he had been waiting for that exact moment, Chester lunged back in.
There was no time to question why they were doing something so scandalous or how things had escalated this far.
Ruite’s mind went blank under the sensation of another person’s lips, the radiating heat of Chester’s body, and the mingling of their breath.
His lower stomach tightened with a sharp, electric jolt.
The sensation was so foreign that he decided he didn’t want to think at all.
Their tongues tangled once more.
Ruite, who had initially only gripped Chester’s collar, naturally wrapped his arms around Chester’s neck.
The wet sounds grew louder, and the scent of soap began to drift off Ruite in waves.
“Haah…”
Chester let out a deep breath, sucking on Ruite’s tongue with more intensity while his hand tenderly caressed Ruite’s cheek.
Just as Ruite’s weight shifted fully onto him, Chester suddenly opened his eyes wide, grabbed Ruite’s shoulders, and pushed him back.
“…Stop.”
Chester muttered it like a sigh, burying his face in Ruite’s shoulder.
Ruite sat dazed for a moment, feeling a sudden, cold emptiness where Chester’s lips had been.
“You… go back to your room. Now.”
“Anyone watching would think I was the one attacking you.”
Ruite was baffled.
Chester had been the one lunging at him for a kiss just a second ago, and now he was barking orders to leave?
Even in moments like this, Chester managed to be utterly exasperating.
“It’s not that… I just think if we keep going, things won’t be able to stop. So go.”
“Then let go of me so I can actually leave.”
Ruite struggled. For someone telling him to leave, Chester was still gripping his shoulders tight.
As Ruite moved his legs to stand up, he accidentally brushed against the front of Chester’s trousers.
“Ugh.”
Chester let out a strangled sound and hunched over.
“…”
The room fell deathly silent. Ruite froze mid-motion.
“Hey, you…”
“I told you to go. Why do you never listen the first time?”
“I was trying to get away because you wouldn’t let go! How was I supposed to know you were… standing?”
“Don’t… don’t say ‘standing.’ Have you no shame?”
“Should I say you aren’t when you clearly are? And what’s to be ashamed of? It’s the same for me anyway.”
Ruite decided to blame his lack of filter entirely on the alcohol.
As soon as he said it, Chester’s gaze dropped.
Ruite’s own trousers were prominently tented.
“This is all your fault.”
Ruite’s lower half had been tingling since the kissing started, and the constant tongue-tangling had fully awakened it.
Furthermore—though he had no intention of telling Chester—Ruite was already slightly wet in the back.
His body had responded with total transparency to Chester’s wood-scented pheromones and the taste of his saliva.
“It’s your fault for me, too.”
Silence followed Chester’s admission.
Two men, reeking of alcohol and blushing furiously, avoided each other’s eyes.
They fidgeted and scratched their necks awkwardly, but the moment their eyes met again, they leaned in for another kiss simultaneously.
Neither was in their right mind.
Between the lingering alcohol and the thick pheromones, they were essentially operating on instinct.
Like people starved for touch, they licked and sucked at each other’s lips incessantly.
“Ruite… can I help you finish?”
Chester whispered into Ruite’s ear, giving the lobe a short, nipping kiss.
Ruite flinched, then slowly lifted his head.
“We’re both in the same state, so we might as well do it together.”
“How can you say something so embarrassing so casually…?”
“So, you don’t want to?”
“No.”
Answering without a hint of hesitation, Chester reached down and began to fondle the front of Ruite’s pants.
Ruite’s grip on Chester’s shoulders tightened.
With trembling, tense fingers, Chester undid the buckle of Ruite’s uniform.
As soon as Chester’s hand slipped inside, Ruite shuddered and pulled Chester into a tighter embrace.
Breathing heavily, Ruite mimicked Chester’s movements.
When Ruite’s hand slid into Chester’s trousers, Chester grit his teeth so hard his jawline bulged.
“…Woah. You really have everything, don’t you?”
Ruite, having gauged the size of Chester’s member with his hand, looked at him with a face of genuine awe.
“Please… stop killing the mood.”
Chester let out a heavy sigh, but he grabbed Ruite’s hips and lifted him easily to sit him on his lap.
The two began to stroke each other inside their underwear in earnest.
“Haah…”
“Ngh…”
The room filled with the sound of heated, frantic breathing.
At Chester’s persistent touch, Ruite buried his face in Chester’s shoulder, letting out small moans.
“Haah… Ruite.”
“Yeah?”
“You don’t have to do anything. Just relax.”
“I-I don’t want to. You’re hard too. Can you even sleep like that?”
“Ah, you… seriously…”
Chester let out a ragged groan and pulled Ruite’s hips closer, forcing their lower bodies into tighter contact.
“Just wrap your arms around my neck.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Ruite did exactly as he was told.
Seeing him cling like a whined puppy made Chester bite his lip; he nearly finished right then and there just from how cute Ruite was being.
“Ngh… Chester…”
Ruite trembled at the intense heat between them.
It was slick and wet.
Looking down slightly, he saw their members pressed against each other.
“Ah…”
Chester’s large hand wrapped around both of them at once.
As he began a slow, rhythmic vertical motion, Ruite’s hold on his neck tightened.
Pre-cum ran down their shafts, acting as a lubricant on Chester’s palm.
The thick, lewd sounds of the friction mingled with the heavy cloud of their combined pheromones.
“Hey… this feels… so weird…”
“Do you hate it? Should I stop?”
Chester’s voice was uncharacteristically gentle. Ruite shook his head.
“Ruite, look at me.”
Ruite, who had been hiding against Chester’s broad shoulder, slowly lifted his face.
His eyes were rimmed with red from physiological tears, and droplets clung to his lashes.
His pupils were hazy, his cheeks flushed dark, and the moans slipping through his slightly parted lips were highly provocative.
Chester’s throat bobbed. He felt a maddening thirst.
A frantic desire to pin Ruite down and touch him even more deeply surged within him.
“Ah… ah… Chester…!”
Chester’s hand sped up. The friction became more aggressive, more desperate.
Chester searched for Ruite’s lips again.
Ruite didn’t push him away; he welcomed the kiss, tangling their tongues as he pressed his chest against Chester’s.
When Chester gave a sudden, firm squeeze, the jolt of pleasure made Ruite accidentally bite Chester’s lip.
In that exact moment, they both reached their limit.
“Ugh…!”
“Haah…”
Ruite’s body went limp.
“Ah… my head hurts…”
As Ruite began to teeter backward, Chester quickly caught him.
Ruite’s eyes drifted shut as he basked in the afterglow.
Strangely, being in these arms felt incredibly stable—safe.
Before long, the sound of steady, quiet breathing rose from Chester’s arms. Chester licked his lip.
A small bead of blood had formed where Ruite had bitten him.
Feeling the metallic tang, Chester obsessively caressed the back of Ruite’s neck, savoring his warmth.
As the night grew deeper, Chester did not let go, holding Ruite tightly in his embrace for a long time.
