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“…If you’re going to do it, you should ask more politely….”
Ben’s voice grew softer toward the end as he scolded, subtly relaxing the tension in his knees. In response, Haimar naturally spread Ben’s legs wider.
The feeling of being fully exposed always brought the same familiar shame, but Ben stubbornly turned his head to the side, pretending it didn’t bother him.
Meanwhile, Haimar removed Ben’s top, slipped a hand behind Ben’s knees, and pressed his lips against the inside of Ben’s thigh before slowly pulling away.
“Short and thick.”
At those languidly spoken words, the noisy chaos in Ben’s mind instantly quieted.
The first time he saw Haimar, he had thought that if a voice could be turned into a drug, it would sound just like that.
“I’ll finish you off now.”
“Agh—!”
Ben’s brief moment of reflection didn’t last long.
Haimar shoved Ben’s knees back so forcefully that it made a thudding sound.
Though the soft couch kept his knees from hurting, Ben’s legs were pushed too far up, causing his body to curl into a rounded, folded position.
In his field of vision, swaying right before his eyes thanks to gravity, were Haimar’s erect cock and the twitching hole between his buttocks.
Embarrassed by the position and with a strong sense that something was wrong, Ben struggled against the hold on his legs.
But Haimar pinned his knees firmly to the couch, making resistance pointless.
“Is this polite enough?”
Haimar’s always-cool body was now damp with sweat and radiating a faint heat.
He smiled dangerously.
Ben flinched as he clearly saw, between his own legs, Haimar lining up the head of his cock against the entrance and rubbing.
The sensation of that slick, glistening hole making wet contact, almost but not quite entering, stirred a strange tension.
Even before anything went in, Ben’s inner walls were already squirming and trembling; the wrinkled entrance gathered itself, then parted, waiting for Haimar.
“J-just once, for real… Hiiik!”
The moment Ben, frightened by Haimar’s mischievous attitude, repeated his earlier plea, the cock plunged inside to the hilt in one swift motion.
“Keu… haah! A-ah, it hurts…!”
In an instant, Ben’s clenched inner walls were forced apart, stretched to their limit.
The rough intrusion brought a searing pain, but Haimar used his full weight to bury himself completely inside.
Ben could feel every detail—even the bulging veins—of the cock now tightly gripped by his inner walls.
“Hah… It won’t hurt if you relax.”
“Agh, hiik… Ugh… T-tearing, it’s tearing, huaa, Haimar…!”
Ben’s body trembled violently, every nerve feeling like it was burning up.
The penetrated hole itself ached as if on fire, yet his ripe inner walls, as though delighted, clung tightly to the invading length, eagerly sucking it in.
Unlike the rest of his body, which wanted to push Haimar out immediately, this part seemed to have a mind of its own, behaving like a separate creature.
“…Huuung, it’s too much inside, ugh… being crushed….”
“Does it feel good?”
As if urging Ben to grow accustomed to the overwhelming size, Haimar’s motionless cock pressed directly against Ben’s prostate, relentlessly crushing deep into his inner walls.
With no movement or stimulation beyond being lodged inside, the squirming, clenching motions around his length felt all the more vivid.
It wasn’t even rough pistoning—just being inside was enough to make every hair on Ben’s body stand on end.
“Huaaah…… Ah…”
The sensation of his insides being pushed upward made a mess of his stomach, and his toes curled.
Haimar’s cock felt like it had reached all the way to just below his navel, and even though it was just resting there, it kept making Ben forget how to breathe.
A small ember kindled in his belly grew into a raging inferno, consuming him.
“It’s so hot, feels like you’re about to melt…. No wonder I like it.”
The scorching heat that burned through his senses made Haimar’s body flush as well.
He slowly pulled back, ending this brief calm before the storm, and gradually withdrew his cock.
He pulled out completely until the head caught teasingly at the entrance, then, like a thunderbolt striking down, slammed back in to the root in one thrust.
“Uwah! Ah, w-wait! Ugh, aaaah!”
True to his words—“short and thick”—Haimar ravaged the hole with deep, rapid thrusts.
Each time he pulled almost all the way out before brutally slamming back in, tender red flesh would spill out only to be sucked back inside.
An aura of intense desire pressed down on Ben, leaving him unable to move.
Soaring pleasure swept his rationality away, and his vision blurred.
“Huuung! Ah, ugh!”
“Hah… You take it so well, yet you still fuss.”
Even the sound of Haimar’s slightly ragged breathing was stimulating to Ben.
The ointment applied earlier had melted, dripping like water along the length of the cock.
The sight of the tightly gripping hole, stretched to the point of dissolution, swallowing the thrusting length was obscenely lewd.
Beyond the physical pleasure, the sheer destructive force of visually witnessing their explicit connection was overwhelming.
In his unstable position, Ben flailed his arms, seeking something to hold onto, and finally clung desperately to Haimar, pleading.
“I’m g-gonna break, Haimaraaah, no, huung! Ah, slower, please!”
Even though he could see it with his own eyes while folded nearly in half, it was hard to believe something so large was ravaging his insides.
But the pleasure he felt was vividly tearing his sanity to shreds; his instincts were going wild, driving him to the brink of madness.
He was terrified his stomach would be ruined.
“You won’t break. Kiss me.”
“Hh, ah…!”
While shaking uncontrollably, Ben frantically pulled Haimar down, their lips meeting clumsily.
Though it was barely a kiss amid the rough thrusting, it felt as sweet as an oasis in a desert.
Haimar sucked gently at the saliva pooled in Ben’s mouth, then licked the tears overflowing down his face—tears that should have tasted only of salt—making Ben feel an inexplicable relief.
“Aghuu…! Uwah! Ugh!”
The relentless, rapid thrusting made his molten inner walls squelch wetly, as if soaked through.
Even when the movements meant to ruthlessly pound his prostate went astray and struck innocent spots, pleasure bloomed indiscriminately, winding tightly around his body.
Even though Ben had swallowed him to the root, Haimar shoved forcefully as if there were still more to give, putting his weight into it.
The sensation of his inner walls, loosened to a mushy state, opening up in places too deep for fingers to reach, made Ben fall apart.
It felt like the cock was pushing past his navel, beyond what he thought was his limit.
His vision whited out, his mind went blank like an idiot’s, and he couldn’t form a single thought.
“Ah, huung, it’s weird… Ugh… feels good… Ahght…!”
It was so strange, so weird he thought he’d go insane, but Haimar had always taught him that this was what pleasure felt like.
Because of that, the only thoughts spinning in his mind were “weird” and “feels good.”
He was solely focused on clinging to Haimar, unaware of what he was even saying as he was shaken apart.
Without any exaggeration, he was truly sobbing.
The pre-cum spilling from his own cock splattered and soiled his stomach.
His body, honed sharp by pleasure, reacted even to the feeling of fluid on his skin, racing toward climax.
“Hah… Does it feel good?”
“Uuung, ah, Haimar, it feels so gooood… Huaaah!”
The icy, piercing blue eyes he had always known now warmed.
The movements ravaging his lower half were so violent, yet the lips against his were infuriatingly sweet.
The feeling of his entire stomach shaking as it accepted the thrusts felt so good he thought he might die.
Because Haimar was the one doing all this to him, Ben gave up any thought of escape.
Every bit of pleasure Haimar gave him was heartbreakingly, damnably good.
“Huu, that’s quite stimulating, you know.”
“Ugh…?!”
A shower of golden particles, vivid enough to be seen with the naked eye, fell within Haimar’s field of vision.
The more he held Ben, whose shell of staunch rationality had been stripped away, leaving him honest in his pleasure, the more a strange, buoyant sensation rose from his core.
Haimar’s own pleasure intensified in turn.
Spurred on by this, he drove his fierce thrusts even harder.
“Hngg, out, Haimar, out…!”
The sight of Ben, lost in the heat of passion and on the verge of tears, pierced straight through Haimar’s lust.
The fact that he was flushed all over and clinging only to him was more than just pleasing; it filled Haimar with a predator’s deep satisfaction.
“…How can I possibly devour you whole?”
In his heart, he truly wanted to swallow him whole, from every single strand of his hair down to the tip of his smallest toe.
It wasn’t a desire for a physical act of flaying skin and flesh, but a craving for something more fundamental.
Lately, Ben Plaskun himself was more interesting than toying with and killing people.
Even just talking to him, beyond simple skin-ship, was never boring.
And while it was gratifying that Ben now took contact with him for granted more than he had at first, it also tickled at Haimar’s insides in a strangely tantalizing way.
Ever since some point, Ben kept showing up with wounds on his face, which was irritating.
When he avoided Haimar’s eyes or evaded answers, it was frustrating and annoying.
These were all feelings he was experiencing for the first time.
Somehow, without him realizing, Ben had completely turned Haimar Eilec’s world upside down.
He’d never even properly felt something like ‘frustration’ before, and if asked if he wanted to be pestered because of it, he didn’t.
In the past, he would have overturned everything and more.
Was it simply because they were an Esper and Guide?
Could words like that really explain everything?
That was the only relationship he could clearly define right now, yet somehow it felt ambiguous, as if that label couldn’t explain it all.
Then what do you call this?
Unbelievably, he didn’t know.
Ben Plaskun was, and always had been, an unknown territory he had never experienced before.
The desire to vent his runaway abilities had vanished, but now a thirst for Ben’s very existence had arisen.
It wasn’t a physical thirst, but a strange craving akin to an unbearable longing for his being.
As this feeling surged, Haimar marked his territory on Ben to his heart’s content, his momentum growing.
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