Bermuda

“How is it, does it not hurt like this?”

“...”

Leonardo moved his lips, at a loss for words. Forget not hurting—his mind was completely blank... no, pitch-black.

Did he really not know where they were touching right now? Or did he know, and was doing this on purpose?

It felt like all the blood in his body was rushing to the single place where their bodies met. Worse, every time the other exhaled, his abdomen contracted and expanded again and again. The dull movement tickling between his thighs spread a strange heat in his lower belly, beyond the unfamiliarity he had felt when riding a horse for the first time.

As Leonardo only gaped without answering, Hugo—who had no intention of listening from the beginning—leaned his upper body in, bringing his face closer. Startled hands used all their strength to block the approaching chest and shameless lips.

“Wai-wait a minute! This position is weird—”

“What’s weird?”

“That. Ah, don’t. Put me down.”

Leonardo whined atop Hugo, unable to tighten or loosen his thighs. Suspended in the air, wedged between the wall and the man, the more he moved, the more his sensitive areas were stimulated. That place often made decisions on its own without his agreement, so this time, too, he couldn’t struggle too hard—afraid of raising expectations too easily.

The large hands supporting under his buttocks were also terribly distracting. Unlike a moment ago when he had been at ease, Leonardo’s neck and ears turned bright red, as if about to burst.

The blue eyes shone faintly at the ripe skin and earlobes in front of him. The sight of him wriggling after provoking first was quite cute.

But at the same time, it was stimulating enough to make him want to bite and burst the flesh. Not wanting to let go like this, Hugo decided to use a slightly underhanded trick.

“You said you’d give me a gift.”

“...Wha—”

Leonardo, about to retort, flinched. Hugo’s lips, guided by a rude hand, left a sticky trail along the gully of his lifeline.

Leonardo, eyes turning red, trembled both hands over his face. Through the gaps between his splayed fingers, a beastly light flashed toward him.

“You said you’d repay me. Then you should pay the price.”

Between their intermittent breaths, lewd sounds of smack, smack leaked out. Like a damp cave, the man’s voice vibrated through the hot hand.

‘...Crazy bastard.’

Whether from shock or agreement, the resisting palms lost strength and slid down smoothly. Leonardo felt a chilling thrill run down his spine and chewed the inside of his cheek, cursing inwardly.

With the back of his head against the wall, his fine brows furrowed with excitement. Captivated by the blue eyes and lips soaked in lust, he drew the slender waist in with trembling legs, as if embracing it.

His saliva-wet palm fumbled over the man’s particularly swollen cheek.

“You... really seem like a bad uncle.”

The thick, graceful eyebrows crumpled slightly. Then they eased, and he chuckled.

“Well, it’s not wrong.”

Hugo tilted into the hot, damp palm cupping his cheek. Then he took the plump flesh against the thumb into his mouth and sucked deeply, making a sound.

“You know what I want. So give it to me quickly.”

Unlike the childish pleading words, the angry breath was far from innocent. Under the shadow of his eyes full of desire, Leonardo felt his mind go blank, as if hypnotized.

Hugo Agrizendro caressed his palm and yearned for affection. Moreover, the target was himself—who had consistently been treated like a child.

Despite being able to do it first, he waited obediently for the reward from a position lower than him, saying he would follow his choice.

“You told me... not to be curious about adult matters.”

However, Leonardo, hiding his heated inner thoughts, rubbed his fingers thickly over his mouth.

“You always treat me like a child, so how would I know?”

The arrogantly lowered eyes seemed to decide whether to bestow upon him based on his answer. The quick-witted man—why did he have to pretend not to know at a time like this?

Hugo narrowed his brows, impatience tinging them. Pressing his face close, he murmured the secret password his emperor desired at this moment.

“I don’t kiss children.”

Leonardo’s chest swelled sharply, then subsided.

‘Driving me crazy.’

Even trivial words sounded excessively obscene and lovely from this mouth.

Leonardo, gripping Hugo’s cheeks, couldn’t hold back this time and poured out his impulse first. He sighed, wondering if a man’s face could be this erotic. Hugo’s lips, receiving a handful of it, immediately parted, soft and eager.

A tongue filled with greed slid out and gladly welcomed the innocent lust swayed by a single word. Leonardo bit Hugo’s reception with his teeth and shook it left and right without hurting.

“Mmph, mmm—”

“Mmm...”

Like a predator trying to cut off its prey’s breath, he scratched with his teeth until the mucous membrane stung. Lewd, pure sounds and two low moans intersected. The humming-like voices that couldn’t even be lyrics were sweeter to Hugo’s ears than any symphony.

They played each other, turned into instruments, and followed the conductor called instinct. He stretched his neck straight and fully accepted the young lion’s biting in time with it.

Occasionally, he tilted his head to adjust the angle so they could interlock deeper. As he did, as if telling him to eat slowly without choking, he gently patted the buttocks he supported with both hands.

But he was also a beast full of desire, so sometimes his hands, having lost self-control, would grip those buttocks tight on their own. Whenever the thick palms asserted their presence from below, Leonardo, startled, would release the tongue he had been biting and lift his head.

“Haa, ha...”

Rough breaths scattered toward the waiting room ceiling, panting. Golden hair, damp with heat, clung to his skin, shining in an erotic hue.

Hugo blankly looked up at the other’s face, obscenely stained.

“...Leo.”

Rolling the sweet name on the tip of his tongue, he rested his disheveled forehead against his shoulder.

Closing his eyes tightly, he felt the throb of that fluttering chest on his flushed cheek. Hugo buried his face in the fabric dyed with sunlight’s scent and muttered softly:

“Are you really going ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ to leave?”

Instantly, the shoulders that had been rising and falling in rhythm stopped with a thud. The evenly exhaled breath also lost its beat, like a sudden dissonance.

Feeling the agitation in full, Hugo opened his eyes halfway and lifted his head. His lips went for Leonardo’s jawline, but couldn’t reach.

Somehow sensing that if he kissed him now there would be no turning back, Leonardo turned his head, avoiding the approaching lips.

That spiteful shake exposed the well-ripened Adam’s apple and black choker. As if trying to leave a scratch near the ominous shackle, Hugo lightly bit the reddened neck.

“Ah...!”

Leonardo, eyes sparking, flinched hard. Hugo didn’t care and tormented the delicate skin, sucking and biting. As if stamping an indelible mark, he left a deeper trace than the black collar.

“Ah, don’t—. I... put me down.”

Reddish bruises and frantic pleas bloomed like flowers wherever he passed.

“If you tell me one of your secrets, I’ll put you down.”

Hugo replied, breath brushing like a deal. Leonardo, who had been shrinking his neck to avoid him, lowered his gaze slightly. Dewy lashes draped over golden eyes like beads.

“...”

Difficulty spread quickly in eyes wet with carnal desire.

As if he could give his lips but not his secrets, Hugo eventually sneered bitterly.

“Alright. Don’t, then.”

He covered the naughty lips that wouldn’t speak with his own mouth. As if to ensure they could never be used for anything else, he diligently tamed them to exist only for kissing him, stirring the oar of yearning.

Occasionally, from the gap between Leonardo’s parted lips, moans of ah, ah spilled out. It wasn’t intentional. It was the weight pressing down over his whole body, and the other’s tongue that now roamed his mouth as if it belonged there.

The skilled tongue tip that—unlike his own—scratched at his nerves without even erecting one, was truly the one and only god and destroyer that ruined his world.

If he stretched one arm to the side, beyond the pouring sunset light, there would be countless guard members waiting for His Excellency’s orders. Yet with a distance of not even a hundred meters, he was craving their lord—and being craved by their lord.

“Ngh, ah...”

“Haa...”

Leonardo was engulfed by an inexplicable sense of betrayal. Was it because the unbelievable panting echoed in the vast waiting room? Or because he harbored inner thoughts he couldn’t tell the upright man, yearning for affection as he clung to his neck?

Whichever it was, the thought couldn’t last long. He put all his strength into containing the sensual secrets that threatened to leak from the thick crease of the kiss.

The two men bit into each other’s breaths incessantly, as if on the day they had fallen into the water. As if deliberately trying to forget the poignancy the farewell brought, they sank into their own lake and helplessly fell into each other’s arms.