⚠ Content note for this chapter: explicit sexual content.
“We’re only practicing today.”
“……!”
With a humid voice, the pillar of flesh poked at his perineum, which swelled up in a mound. After rubbing it back and forth a few times, it pushed in between his spread thighs. Startled, Rubio twisted his body wildly, and the man gripped his pelvis firmly so he could not move.
“Hik…!”
Téllez grimaced and held back his panting breath. The baby-white, smooth inner flesh made his patience feel ready to snap. When Rubio trembled and sobbed, he gently stroked the nape he was holding to reassure him, but that was all.
Slap, smack. The man’s cock, glistening with mucus, began to thrust rapidly in and out between the white, soft thighs.
It all came into Rubio’s bright red field of vision. Sticky liquid dripped in threads from the dark red pillar pistoning between his thighs. His hole twitched, dribbling slick.
“Squeeze them tighter.”
Téllez growled low and, slap, lightly struck his buttock, and the frightened space between his legs twitched and pressed together even tighter.
“Hngh, ngh,…”
His breaths, swallowed down, grew faster and faster. Watching his husband stuck to his rear, violating his thighs, Rubio grew feverish too.
The harder he clenched between his legs, as he was told, the rougher Téllez’s panting breaths grew. In his field of vision, down on all fours, even his own cock stood stiffly upright, and tears streamed down his face again. It felt as though he too had become a beast.
Ah, ah. It seemed the thin body’s moans and the slapping sounds would go on endlessly, when the man let out his breath all at once and shuddered violently.
“Haa……!”
Rubio kept his thighs squeezed shut until his husband finished ejaculating, then collapsed as if sliding down. The seed that should have been received inside soiled his perineum and thighs and ran down in streams.
“Well done.”
His arms and legs, which had been on all fours for a long time, trembled uncontrollably, like a fawn walking for the first time. Téllez let out a satisfied breath, wiped the sweat that had wet his face, and turned Rubio’s body over.
He was crying, not even thinking to cover his face.
‘He didn’t even put it in.’
He was young, after all. Looking at Rubio making his sorrowful crying sounds, Téllez murmured as if there was no helping it.
“This much is only at the level of building friendship.”
“Hngh, hngh……”
Resentment surged up at how he could do such a thing. Wedding night or whatever, it was more than he could bear, and before he knew it Rubio was clinging to the man and begging.
“I, I can’t. Pedro…, I, I can’t, hngh… I can’t….. Sob, stop, stop……”
Covered in tears and snot, clinging to his neck and wailing as if he were the only person in the world, he was so funny and cute that Téllez burst out laughing. Hearing him cry out his name like that was pleasing beyond measure.
“I’ll do something nice for you.”
“Ah……!”
“Call me all you like. You’re the only one who can call my name now.”
A rough hand, its knuckles callused, gently grasped the young cock that had not yet ejaculated. From Rubio’s bright red face, pop, a wail burst out.
“Ah! Ah, hngh, don’t, ah!”
Every time the rough hand stroked his sex and rubbed the tip of the urethra hard, his whole body bristled and his vision flashed.
The hysterical pleasure he was experiencing for the first time was driving Rubio mad. His head jerked back, his limbs trembling, and a shrieking scream burst out of his mouth along with sobs.
“No, it’s coming out, it’s coming, ah, ack, no.., hngh, aaaah!”
At some point the struggling body went suddenly rigid. From the cock gripped and stimulated in the man’s hand, ack, a jet of fluid burst out.
“Hheok……!”
As he sprayed like a fountain and shook as if having a fit, the man murmured.
“…Beautiful, Rubio.”
He kissed, smack, the forehead of his spouse, flushed red and panting. He patted the back of the limp Rubio until the sorrowful crying stopped, praising him as if soothing a baby, telling him he did well.
“Once you’re a little more used to it, I’ll come inside you.”
“Hngh……”
Hiccuping, Rubio clung to his husband and cried. Tears ran down his cheeks, flushed like a ripe persimmon. He hated to death the man who said that was pretty and stuck out his tongue to lick them up.
He wanted to run away, but there was nowhere to run. There was nowhere to hide except Pedro Téllez’s arms, so as much as he felt wronged, Rubio bit down hard on his chest. At the tooth marks, as if bitten by a squirrel, the man flinched, then burst into hearty laughter.
“Stop now, no more crying. Hm? You’re getting me more excited.”
He laid Rubio down on the thickly wet sheets and climbed on top of him again.
He kissed the rims of his eyes, red from crying so much, and burrowed between his legs. Rubio glared at him with a resentful, tearful gaze, but it did not matter. The couple’s night was only just beginning, and Téllez had only ejaculated once so far.
The long, long wedding night was passing.
***
The next morning’s meal took place in silence.
……
The couple sat facing each other across the long table, eating without a single word.
The only thing to be heard in the dining room was the clatter of dishes knocking together.
To be precise about the time, it could hardly be called morning. The sunlight pouring in through the window indicated a time close to noon.
Téllez was in the habit of rising at dawn, finishing a simple meal, and starting his day by training his body, but today he could not. Because his spouse had not woken until the sun was high in the middle of the sky.
“Rubio, shall I give you a little more soup?”
Maria, who had been quietly attending the meal beside her master, spoke up, unable to bear the silence.
Rubio, who had eaten only as much as a bird by then, merely shook his head without a word. His voice was hoarse from the aftereffects of the night before, and he did not want to speak.
His skin, sucked and licked all over, stung, and there was no place, from his waist to his hips, that did not ache. And even though Téllez had certainly washed him, it still felt as if something kept trickling down from below.
Feeling somehow indignant, he glared sidelong at the man sitting in front of him.
Téllez, with a face no different from usual, was slowly chewing his food, matching the pace of Rubio’s meal.
Seeing him, the fork and knife in Rubio’s two hands trembled.
How can food go down his throat? After doing things like that?
What had happened the night before defied description. In a single night, heaven and earth had been overturned, and the world he knew had crumbled into ruins.
Rubio was inwardly sick at heart, shocked that every married person around him had been doing such things.
That morning, sunlight pouring down, the man across the table was perfectly at ease. Rubio slitted his eyes at him like a flounder.
His husband was the most shameless human being in the world. More than anything, it was galling that he had reduced a person to this state and then acted all by himself as if nothing had happened.
While he poured out a rapid-fire stream of curses at his husband in his head, a piece of red meat speared on a silver fork disappeared, one by one, into Téllez’s sensual lips.
“……..”
Watching those lips with something inside them, chewing, Rubio’s face flushed hot.
Because he remembered what he had done with Pedro Téllez yesterday. What that man had done with his mouth was, well…
At the memory flitting through his mind, Rubio shuddered.
The lovemaking, which he had thought was over once he had poured out fluid into the man’s hand, had continued all through the dawn. Téllez, short of putting it in his hole, had climbed on top of him and rubbed his cock until the insides of his thighs swelled red, ejaculating several times.
Not content with that, he had pressed his weight down onto his stomach as if to crush him. The man had gripped his soft chest with both hands and begun rubbing the shaft of his cock between the mounds of flesh.
Rubio had watched in horror as the man masturbated with his chest.
‘Open your mouth.’
‘Mmph…..!’
Panting and thrusting, he had forced the head of his cock into Rubio’s mouth.
Because of the lying position, about half of the slippery alpha semen had gone down his throat. No matter how much he swallowed, it kept pouring in, and only when Rubio choked and gagged, unable to breathe, did the man let him go. But seeing the semen bubble up and flow back out of his mouth, wetting his cheeks and chin all over, the man had smiled in satisfaction.
Gag, hngh, ggngh!
After that, he had been licked with that tongue in a long line. From his earlobes to his cheeks, his neck, his nipples, his armpits, his stomach, his perineum, his buttocks, and the tips of his toes.
Recalling the night before, Rubio’s face flushed red enough to burst.
He must have gone mad during the night. Otherwise, how could he have such perverted delusions at a solemn dining table? No, the more serious problem was that they were not delusions.
How can a person wearing a human form do such things?
Rubio shook his head slightly, trying to erase the events of the night before, which were billowing up in his head.
Then he met eyes with the man, who had been staring at him.
“……!”
Rubio quickly lowered his head. His neck and the tips of his ears felt hot enough to burst into flame at any moment.
Seeing Rubio, red as an apple and huffing, Téllez curled up one corner of his mouth.
His eyes slowly scanned Rubio’s face. He had been a little worried, since Rubio had not been able to get up for a long while even after the sun rose, but seeing him glare like that, he seemed fine. That was a relief.
Was last night a bit much?
He might reflect a little, but the one who had tempted him first was the other party. When he had seen Rubio’s hole below open and dripping, his patience had nearly hit bottom, so the fact that he had held back that much was something he could praise himself for.
That Rubio de la Rosa, stripped completely naked and set before him.
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