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‘What’s with that face? Seriously… It’s so pretty I’m going crazy.’
The soft inner flesh of his mouth tightly wrapped around him, sending waves of ecstasy.
How long had he held back?
The thought of pulling away never crossed his mind—only the overwhelming desire to fill that tempting mouth completely.
The delicate flesh began to envelop Ashard’s length smoothly.
Though not thrusting into the lower entrance, the wet, squelching sounds from his saliva made it sound just like penetration.
‘If I open my mouth any wider, it might tear.’
Eren barely managed to move up and down—at least until Ashard, who had been watching quietly, decided to take control.
Ashard’s large hand cradled the back of his head like silk before moving again, filling his throat completely with that massive thickness.
His breath and moans were stifled, trapped inside.
He tried to breathe through his nose as instructed, but whether it was the excitement of having Ashard’s cock in his mouth or the sheer pressure, he couldn’t get enough air.
“Hhng…! Huhk!”
His vision blurred as oxygen grew scarce.
Drool dripped down his chin, and his hands, braced against Ashard’s thighs, trembled uncontrollably.
“Hah… What am I supposed to do when even the inside of your mouth is this soft?”
Ashard’s hips didn’t stop.
Though they hadn’t even properly started, the heat between them had already scorched the air around them.
The pace had quickened slightly, but compared to when he was buried below, it was still slow—deliberately so.
Eren sensed Ashard wanted to prolong this, so he pursed his lips tighter, determined to make him come before he ran out of air.
“Kkh…!”
Had he squeezed just right? Ashard’s breathing turned noticeably rougher.
The provocation worked, but the outcome wasn’t what Eren expected.
Ashard pushed deeper than before, spearing his throat until tears welled up and spilled over.
“Hah—! Kkh! Huhk!”
“Just… hold on a little longer.”
His cock ravaged the tender mouth and throat relentlessly.
Soon, Ashard pulled back slightly, leaving just the tip between Eren’s lips before releasing with a low groan.
Thick, cloudy liquid spurted out, flooding his mouth.
The hot, bitter taste spread sharply.
As Ashard slowly withdrew, Eren’s lips glistened, smeared with cum.
‘Should I swallow?’
He didn’t particularly want to, but he didn’t want to spit it out either—especially not when it was Ashard’s.
While he hesitated, rolling his eyes uncertainly, Ashard’s voice dripped into his ear.
“Spit it out. It’s not for swallowing.”
Though he’d come in his mouth, Ashard had no intention of making him drink it.
He pressed Eren’s cheeks to force him to spit—but those blue eyes flashed defiantly before he gulped it all down.
“What—why did you swallow it?!”
“It’s my choice. You… did whatever you wanted with mine earlier.”
Stubborn as ever.
Ashard squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head.
Checking Eren’s mouth, he found it completely empty.
“Hah…”
Eren wiped the cum dripping down his chin with the back of his hand, letting out a faint moan when his knuckles brushed his lips.
Ashard gently traced the reddened curve of his mouth.
“Sorry. I got a little carried away.”
Though it stung slightly, Eren shook his head slowly—then froze when something impossible came into view.
“Huh…?”
Why was… Ashard’s cock still standing tall?
Despite having just come, it showed no sign of softening, glistening with remnants of cum.
“……”
A shiver ran down Eren’s spine as he instinctively tried to inch backward.
He’d expected Ashard wouldn’t be satisfied with just one round, but he never imagined he’d stay fully hard.
‘…Looks like the holy relic worked too well.’
“Where do you think you’re running? You even drank my cum like it was good.”
A large hand clamped around his slender ankle, dragging him back.
Ashard caged him in, arms planted on either side of his head, then buried his nose against Eren’s nape, inhaling deeply.
“Did you put on perfume? Why do you smell so sweet?”
It was the same scent as before—something so delicious he wanted to bite into it, like a honey-drenched peach.
Ashard’s hand trailed downward, tapping lightly against the slick entrance already dripping with arousal.
“Look at you, this wet. What if you get like this in front of another man?”
“Th-That would never happen!”
“So… you only get wet for me?”
“……”
“Not bad.”
With a low chuckle, Ashard slid a finger inside.
The tight hole clenched around him eagerly, inner walls clinging wetly.
The lewd squelches filled the room as Eren bit his lip.
“Hah… Ah—!”
The foreign sensation wasn’t as satisfying as before—he needed something thicker, deeper.
“Enough… Hah!”
“Enough what?”
“Ah—! You know… ngh!”
“Say it properly.”
Though he knew exactly what Eren wanted, Ashard feigned ignorance, teasing near that sweet spot without giving in.
‘Ah, seriously…!’
“Put it in… please…”
“……”
Ashard pretended not to hear, making Eren pout in frustration.
“Hurry up and put it in… Ashard-nim!”
Finally satisfied, Ashard let out a low laugh.
Spreading Eren’s thighs wide, he lined himself up and pushed in with one smooth thrust.
Thud—!
Pleasure crackled down his spine, dizzying him.
What had once felt overwhelming now felt addictively good, his body greedily taking every inch.
“You take it so well all at once.”
His body was so thin that the shape of the cock was clearly visible through his stomach.
When Ashard pressed lightly on his abdomen, Eren shuddered violently.
“D-don’t press there!”
“Why not? After I’ve been inside you, I’m just being kind enough to show you.”
“Hah—! I-It feels, nngh, weird—ah!”
Each time Ashard’s fingers dug in, a moan spilled out.
At the same time, his hips began moving again.
Wrapping an arm around Eren’s waist, he pulled him down, driving himself deeper.
Though it went in easier than before, it was still far from comfortable.
“Ah, nnh—! T-too deep, haah!”
“Mmm, so you like it?”
At some point, Eren’s hairless, pink cock had stiffened and was swaying with each thrust.
Both his hole and his cock were dripping wet, a lewdly tempting sight.
Seeing it twitch cutely, fully erect, Ashard smirked.
“Seems like you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Hah, ah—! Nngh, hah, ah!”
“I haven’t even touched you, and yet you’re already hard just from being fucked.”
Thud—! Squelch, slap—!
The lewd sounds of their coupling filled the room.
Without pausing his thrusts, Ashard leaned down slightly and flicked a pert, pink nipple with his finger.
Just as Eren’s nerves were overwhelmed by the teasing of his nipples—plunge!—the cock inside him struck that spot deep within his walls.
The moment it was hit, Eren arched his back with a cry.
“Haaah—!”
“You like it here, don’t you?”
Whether he meant the spot being pressed inside or the nipples being twisted between his fingers, it didn’t matter.
As the pink buds swelled slightly, Ashard’s mouth descended.
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