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His flat, pale chest was covered in blotchy red marks—Haimar’s marks—scratches, bruises, remnants of the night before.
Among them, the two darkest fruits stood proud on either side.
His nipples, still swollen and slightly raw from the intense teasing during sex, hadn’t recovered yet.
Even wearing tight clothes stung, which was why he’d gone for a loose hoodie today.
So technically, yes, they could be called “injured,” but it was also the most embarrassing place to be treated.
“…It hurts!”
“That’s why I’m doing it.”
Ben tried to stop Haimar by grabbing his arm, but Haimar didn’t even pause.
Worse, he pressed even harder—
When the swab crushed down directly on the swollen peak, Ben nearly teared up.
The cold, soaked cotton prodded repeatedly, and the dormant heat there instantly reignited, causing it to stand taut again.
The disinfectant ran down his ribcage in a cool stream, tracing a line like a blade across his skin.
Ben, unable to do anything else, clutched the hem of his pajama top tightly.
“C-Can’t we skip that part…?”
“Nope.”
Where the hell was this sudden firmness coming from?
And why did it feel like the swab caught that energy too?
Haimar pressed it again, now rolling it lightly, deliberately, over the tip.
Ben’s back arched uncontrollably, pushing his chest forward.
He wanted to bend over to hide himself, but his tensed body wouldn’t obey.
“Nn… mmm…”
The sharp sting mixed with a strange ticklishness around his areola.
Then Haimar blew—a soft, cool puff of air.
The chilly sensation combined with the heat, sending a shiver racing down Ben’s spine.
The firm, heat-laced nub twitched as the wet surface trembled.
His dark, previously shadowed eyes were now glassy and bright, fully locked on Haimar.
Those eyes—so deep they felt like the ocean—
Just looking into them made Ben’s heart pound uncontrollably.
He wanted to look away, but he couldn’t.
And worse—
His lower half was starting to react.
If Haimar touched the other nipple now, it’d be game over.
His cock might really get hard.
The disinfectant’s chill, paired with Haimar’s presence, was dangerous.
Thankfully they weren’t pressed together right now, but if he got visibly hard… that’d be it.
“I-I’ll do it myself.”
Maybe if he used his own hand, it wouldn’t feel this intense.
Ben hurriedly offered, blurting the words out.
Haimar calmly dipped the swab back into the disinfectant, then handed it to him—silently.
Ben stared at it dumbly, a beat too late understanding the implication.
He meant now?!
That wasn’t what Ben meant at all!
He meant “leave it, I’ll handle it later!”
“Not here—wait, ah!”
“Nope. Can’t allow that.”
Without hesitation, Haimar pressed the swab against the other nipple.
His movements were precise, repeating the same technique—press, swirl, press.
“Nnnngh…!”
It’s rising.
It’s actually rising.
His body’s reactions were beyond his control.
He wanted to hold back—desperately—but it just wasn’t possible.
Ben’s eyes filled with tears, trembling from the effort to hold it all in.
Even muffling his moans was becoming impossible.
But when Haimar finally threw the swab away, it felt like salvation.
If he’s tossing it, maybe he’s done—
Ben, trying not to look obvious, slowly began to inch backward, planning to sneak off to the bathroom.
But then—
Haimar squeezed ointment onto his thumb.
Ben suddenly felt a spike of dread.
He still had hope when Haimar dabbed a bit more onto his other thumb, rubbing the two fingers together.
“O-ointment doesn’t need to go th—ugh!”
The red, swollen nub was now being rubbed directly with the ointment-coated thumb.
Ben couldn’t take the stimulation that spread across his chest.
Pleasure, coiled tightly in one place, now unraveled under Haimar’s fingers.
It buzzed like electricity, sparking again and again.
Ben threw his head back helplessly.
“Haaah…!”
Each circular rub with the slick ointment was maddening.
It felt like his nipples were toys being played with—
The light scratching of Haimar’s nail sent jolts through him, the pleasure bouncing wildly around his body, skipping over places it shouldn’t have gone.
It was unbearable.
And finally—
He was hard.
“…Wait… please… nn…”
“Did you get hard?”
The shame of having his erection clearly outlined under his pajama pants made Ben bow his head.
He had expected to be found out, but hearing it said out loud was so much worse.
He dropped the hem he’d been gripping and grabbed Haimar’s shoulders—
Only for Haimar’s lips to brush softly against his flushed ear.
“Wanna try going with just this?”
“N-No! Nnngh, no—please…!”
Ben jerked up, panicked, as Haimar began to roll his nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
He gripped Haimar’s shoulders tighter, trying his best to push him away.
‘Last time’, he’d only climaxed from behind—but now Haimar was suggesting doing it with only this?!
‘No way.’
Even if it were possible—he didn’t want it.
He refused.
Tears welled up in his eyes, wet and trembling, as he stared at Haimar—nothing else in his view but him.
“God, that’s hot.”
A low, growling voice carried the ferocity of a wild beast.
The guide before him—sobbing sweetly with swollen nipples, on the verge of wetting himself—was stimulating in every way possible.
To get a better look at those beautifully flushed eyelids, he swept the hair completely away from the face, now openly sulky with displeasure.
Even that didn’t feel the least bit threatening to his eyes.
After all, even if a rabbit gets angry, it’s still just a rabbit.
Besides, as someone who had held Ben in his arms numerous times, he had tamed such a responsive body—making him come just from his nipples would be no trouble at all.
If there was one flaw in this perfect moment, it was that his mood was so intense he could bury himself in it right then and still not feel satisfied—except for the fact that Ben’s hole hadn’t fully healed from the rough sex they’d had before.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t do it because the hole was swollen, but his guide would undoubtedly complain loudly, let alone not want it.
What to do about this…
“Ah, ngh… Not… not from behind.”
“I know. That’s why we have to go this way. Right?”
“I said I don’t— Ah! Agh—!”
A sweet, sharp pain spread from his tightly pinched breasts, striking right through his reason.
Reflexively twisting away from the unfamiliar pain attacking his nipples, Ben’s inner thigh rubbed firmly against Haimar’s groin.
His trapped cock, already stifled in his underwear, now pressed against Haimar’s heated erection, only intensifying the sensation.
“Ah! Ah, Haimar, nngh.”
The feeling steadily climbing toward climax made him impatient.
He didn’t want to come without even getting to touch.
But coming just like this, as Haimar said, was also out of the question.
Still, based on past experience, Haimar wouldn’t let him touch his cock.
It wasn’t the first or second time his hands had been pushed away.
Struggling to endure, he had no way to block the rising heat as Haimar’s fingertips deliberately twisted and pinched both nipples, sending sharp jolts of pleasure.
If you don’t have teeth, you use your gums.
Driven by instinct, Ben began grinding his weight against the cock pressed against him through the fabric.
“Haa, seems like you really want to go.”
If he wasn’t allowed to use his hands, then he had no choice but to resort to this.
The waist that had been trying to pull away just moments ago was now pressing insistently against Haimar.
The more he rubbed, the more the tickling sensation and pleasure in his chest grew, making his body jerk and twitch uncontrollably.
“Hng, ah… This is… ngh…”
It feels… strange… but good…
With only a few layers of fabric between them, he could feel the distinct shape of Haimar’s cock.
As his own lower body grew hotter, he could feel Haimar’s excitement transmitting through—the fact that he wasn’t the only one aroused heightened Ben’s mood even more.
Rubbing his waist against Haimar’s groin, he grinded the tip of his cock repeatedly.
The nicely swollen nipples, under the guise of treatment, throbbed in time with Haimar’s heartbeat under his fingertips.
“Your heart… it’s beating so fast.”
The pulse he could feel throughout Ben’s body, pressed against his, pleased Haimar.
The faint, childlike scent of milk in his nose, the sound of short, ragged breaths in his ears—everything engraved Ben’s presence into him.
An unbearable fullness leaked out in a whisper.
“So cute.”
He’s dangerous.
This man is too obscenely dangerous.
The deep, laughter-laced voice, the body heat against him, even the pleasure-giving fingers—everything.
His heart felt like it might burst if it got any more worked up, and it scared him.
He wished the tenderness of those lips, now scattering kisses, could be entirely his.
“I’m… I’m going to come… Hng… Ahh…!”
When the fingers tormenting his nipples finally pulled away and Haimar bit down hard on the nub, Ben’s body completely gave way.
The hot tongue pressing firmly against the bud was enough to make the piled-up pleasure explode—he was completely overwhelmed.
His trapped cock spilled warm cum thickly into his underwear.
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