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“This won’t do at all.”
Haimar licked his lips like savoring a taste and murmured in a languid voice.
He had every intention of reducing Ben Plaskun to a trembling, pleasure-addled mess tonight, inch by inch, but the sheet getting in the way was quite the nuisance.
Releasing the leg he’d been holding, Haimar yanked the sheet aside without hesitation.
Ben’s eyes shot up, glaring with silent indignation.
“If you turn your head again, I’ll punish you.”
“W–What?! There’s no such rule!”
Ben’s panicked voice went ignored as Haimar’s lips sank into the nape of his neck, where the sting of earlier still lingered.
Unlike the earlier bite, this one was gentle—no teeth, just a firm graze before releasing.
Still, it felt almost like being marked. His lips trailed lower to Ben’s collarbone, and when Ben flinched, he licked carefully along the dip of the bone.
“Ah… ngh.”
Every spot Haimar’s lips touched was like lighting a fuse, awakening strange and Eilectric sensations beneath Ben’s skin.
Meanwhile, the stroking of his cock hadn’t stopped, and Ben clutched the sheet with his free hand, trying to endure the overwhelming unfamiliar pleasure.
But that didn’t last long.
Haimar’s lips soon reached one of Ben’s nipples.
“W–Wait!”
His soft lips pressed against the pale nub, licking deeply.
The tiny bud quickly responded to the stimulation, growing firmer.
Haimar used the tip of his tongue to flick at it, teasing, circling.
“Hngh, wait—no, not there, ah!”
A shiver ran down his spine.
An unexplainable, ticklish heat radiated from his chest.
For the first time, Ben, who hadn’t tried to push Haimar away, frantically pressed against his shoulder.
“Ah! D-Don’t bite!”
And yet, as if in direct defiance of that plea, his nipple was gently bitten.
The sharp sensation drew a moist shimmer to Ben’s green eyes, but Haimar only doubled down, licking and sucking persistently.
His other hand, now free, found the opposite nipple, slick with the leftover gel.
He pinched and rolled it between his fingers, tormenting it thoroughly.
That’s when Ben realized—this was the punishment.
Haimar wasn’t one to bluff, and though his warning about turning away had sounded absurd, he clearly meant it in his own way.
“…I don’t like… ngh… my chest…”
“For someone who ‘doesn’t like it,’ you sure react well.”
Haimar whispered just above the saliva-slicked nipple, his breath making it twitch.
But the punishment wasn’t over.
His tongue found the nub again, and with both teeth and fingers, he tugged at the sensitive peak until Ben couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Haaah…!”
A sharp, searing pain jolted through his chest, making it arch off the bedsheet in a trembling gasp.
His nipples, naturally a soft hue, had swollen into a lewd red after only a little torment, now puffy and sensitive.
Just as he’d said—his body was too responsive.
Once it learned even the slightest pleasure, it burned hot on its own, ripening beautifully, completely disregarding his will.
His cock stood stiff against his lower abdomen, flushed a tempting shade, swaying like a roly-poly toy with every flick of a finger against it.
A sticky fluid dripped from the slit, trailing down in glistening strands.
Deep inside his body, a slow, molten squirming spread outward.
The stretched nub of his prostate burned as if scorched, pulsing with heat, almost whining for relief.
Even as he wished it would stop, slick fingers—coated in gel and saliva—rolled over it teasingly.
Below, a palm glided smoothly over the head of his cock, rubbing in slick circles until his hips trembled helplessly.
“Ah—hah, I—I’m gonna…!”
The blatant strokes had him teetering on the edge.
His chest heaved with ragged breaths, his teary eyes brimming with a plea for release.
“Should we take a break?”
…What?
But the low, amused voice didn’t match the cruelty of the moment—the fingers that had been toying with Ben’s cock suddenly stilled, denying him even the slightest stimulation.
Just a little more, and he could’ve spilled over in relief, but now his aching length only leaked helplessly, denied its peak.
The abrupt loss of friction left Ben the one growing frantic.
I—I was so close…!
He bit his lower lip as Haimar’s thumb smoothed over his furrowed brow.
The gesture lasted only a second—just long enough for the conflict inside him to flare and then settle.
Shame was fleeting; any man in his position would take matters into his own hands to finish what was started.
Instinctively, Ben’s grip on Haimar’s shoulder loosened, his hand drifting downward—
“You wanna cum?”
But his wrist was caught before he could reach his goal.
Ben stared up in confusion, only to find dark eyes glinting with unmistakable mischief.
Of course.
This bastard just wanted to watch him squirm.
“Let… go…!”
He gritted his teeth, straining, but Haimar’s expression didn’t so much as flicker.
Damn it all—he hadn’t realized how much his injured arm would handicap him now.
Haimar still had a free hand to spare, but Ben?
One arm bound meant he was done.
The bandaged limb was utterly useless.
“You—ah—fucking… bastard…!!”
“I’ll take that as praise.”
His rationality hanging by a thread, Ben’s usual composure shattered into rough curses.
He had no intention of backing down, and Haimar showed no remorse—but then lips pressed against his trapped palm, and his words died in his throat.
“Nh—what are you—?”
One by one, Haimar’s mouth took in his fingers.
Hot, wet flesh sucked at each knuckle, tongue sliding between them as if savoring something precious.
When saliva dripped down his palm, it was licked up with slow, honeyed strokes, leaving Ben speechless.
And the gaze fixed on him—heavy, unwavering—was dizzying.
Too obscene. This is cheating.
The hand abandoned between his legs returned to torment him, and the heat he’d barely held back surged anew.
Lips left his wrist, planting searing kisses up his arm, his collarbone, until they crashed against his mouth.
“Hng—! Mmph.”
His senses flooded with Haimar.
The slick tangle of their tongues carried a faint peach sweetness, but the bruising kiss left no room to think—only heat, only a dizzying, cloying sugar.
And when Haimar bit his lower lip—Ben came undone in his grasp.
Thud-thud—
White streaks spilled across his stomach, some dripping in long, trembling threads down his fevered skin.
But before the aftershocks even faded, Haimar yanked his legs apart, spreading him wide.
“……!”
Exposed.
His softened cock swayed limply, and beneath it—he felt Haimar’s gaze on his tightly clenched hole.
Shame burned through him, his thighs instinctively tensing to close, but Haimar pressed down effortlessly, holding him open.
As his hips tilted, the pooled lube trickled down his cleft.
Haimar’s fingers spread him further, smearing the slick mess, rubbing slow circles over the furrowed rim.
Already soaked in a mix of gel and spend, the digits slid against him with obscene ease.
Only now did the reality of what was coming truly sink in.
Ben’s face tensed.
It wasn’t as if he didn’t know.
Same-sex intercourse was basic curriculum for Espers and Guides—mandatory from the moment they were classified.
But theory and practice were worlds apart.
Especially for him—an F-class Guide who never expected to meet an Esper, let alone end up beneath one.
The gap between what he’d read and what he was experiencing now might as well have been the distance between heaven and earth.
“Ngh—!”
Case in point—this!
The feeling of a finger pushing into him was something no textbook could’ve prepared him for.
The anus wasn’t meant for penetration.
It was for expulsion.
So the first intrusion of another’s finger was—
Painful.
Painful.
And painful.
“Ah… i-it hurts…!”
“Hold on a little longer.”
His weak complaint was met with ruthless indifference.
Even as his body clenched viselike around a single finger, the burning stretch at the entrance made Ben wonder—just a little, just for a second—if he’d been too reckless.
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