IYAMD 103
IYAMD 103
“Ah..Jaha”
Marsilia called Jaha’s name as his lips trailed down his face. Jaha looked up and studied the man’s dazed expression.
He thrust his hips more and more forcefully, repeatedly calling Jaha’s name. The sound of his own name, uttered between the man’s hot, ragged breaths, felt both unfamiliar and heartrending.
His name, when spoken by Marsilia, was always like that—somehow pitiful, loving, and sad. That was why he hadn’t liked hearing it at first. It felt burdensome, as if each time Marsilia called his name, he was asking for something.
But why does it sound so good now?
“Marsilia….
A faint smile crossed the man’s face as Jaha whispered his name like a sigh.
Even though the name he spoke still felt unfamiliar, it was endearing. Every time he called his name, his expression would shift slightly, and Jaha couldn’t help but feel a hint of happiness.
“Mar.”
Jaha lifted his upper body and clung to him, wrapping his arms around him as if hanging on completely. He subtly moved his hips, mimicking Marsilia’s motions.
“I like you.”
Saying it out loud made him seem even more lovable, more precious and dear.
“I ‘adore’ you”
He liked him so much that he didn’t mind being held by him, even though he was a man.
“What is ‘adore’?”1
When Marsilia asked with a gasp, Jaha let out a small laugh. Then he leaned close to his ear and whispered.
“It means I love you.”
The man’s pupils dilated in an instant. Jaha was rather dumbfounded. Was it really that surprising?
So he realized anew that Marsilia still didn’t trust himself.
He was worried. What on earth should he do to make this man trust him? How should he root out the deep-seated distrust of a man who has been waiting for someone alone for such a long time?
It was so frustrating, yet all the more heartbreaking. Every time he realized that the man had been alone for so long, his loneliness pierced Jaha’s heart.
While he understood the man’s loneliness, at the same time, he felt a deep sadness.
“Hopeless.”
Marsilia briefly narrowed his eyes, which had widened for a moment.
“That was an insult, wasn’t it?”
Jaha burst into laughter and lifted his upper body. Marsilia then sat up completely.
Jaha, now sitting across from him on top, was momentarily flustered. But soon, he relaxed and pulled Marsilia into an embrace.
“I’ll wait too. I can wait for as long as you waited to meet me.”
Marsilia asked in a low, husky voice.
“What?”
“I will wait until you completely trust me.”
Marsilia lowered his head and let out a self-deprecating laugh.
“It might take longer than you think.”
He didn’t even bother to deny Jaha’s words. Why did his calm admission feel even more upsetting?
“I know. But I’ll wait.”
Jaha cupped Marsilia’s cheeks and pulled him closer. Lowering his eyes, Jaha whispered, his forehead resting against Marsilia’s.
“I’m quite patient, so I’ll wait. But you must remember this: never lie or deceive again. Got it?”
“I’ll try.”
Jaha was satisfied with his answer. It sounded more sincere when he said he would try, rather than making a bold promise to do so immediately.
However, he couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of disappointment. Deciding to have a child with a man was not an easy choice. Even after making that decision, hearing an indirect response that suggested distrust left a faint sting in his chest.
Marsilia pressed a kiss against Jaha’s cheek. The rapid succession of kisses, punctuated by small sounds, made Jaha forget his momentary discouragement and break into laughter.
“Stop it, that tickles.”
When Jaha lifted his head, Marsilia followed, catching his lips between his own. Every time Jaha turned his head away, Marsilia persistently chased after him, pressing another kiss onto his lips.
Jaha felt a mix of embarrassment, annoyance, and, against his will, a little fondness. With no other choice, he paused and returned the kiss. Between their parted lips, Marsilia exhaled a languid breath.
“Let’s keep going, Jaha.”
To be honest, Jaha wanted to stop. He was wary of last night’s relentless persistence and embarrassed by the idea of doing this in broad daylight.
But when he saw the man’s green eyes sparkling as they scanned his face, he couldn’t refuse.
“You need to know how weak I am towards you.”
As Marsilia repeated the words he often said to Jaha, he narrowed his eyes.
“I already know. That’s why I’m doing this.”
The shameless reply made Jaha clench his fists, but it was only for a moment. The gentle touch on his body, which felt both tender and ticklish, made his body relax.
Jaha leaned against his chest, feeling weak, as Marsilia slowly caressed his back. He gently ran his hand down his skin, following the curve of his spine, before grabbing his buttocks on both sides.
As Jaha squirmed from the still unfamiliar sensation, he kissed his neck, making a soft sound.
“Easy.”
He finally found some peace, but as Marsilia hand kept kneading his butt, he just wanted to twist his body.
Besides, judging from yesterday’s experience, this wouldn’t be the end. Jaha sighed involuntarily as he thought about what would come next.
The breath of Marsilia’s quiet laughter tickled the back of Jaha’s ear. He sucked Jaha’s neck, then pulled away before asking.
“Do you hate it that much?”
Jaha closed his eyes with a slightly troubled expression.
“It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just that I’m not used to it. And your hands are just… too insistent.”
The man’s hands, which were kneading his fleshy buttocks, were truly sinister.
They kept brushing against the inside of his body, as if they were desperate to reach the gap between his bones.
He pretended not to notice, but Jaha remembered how persistently he had touched that place yesterday. And how long his dick had been moving in and out of that place.
And he remembered the expression on his face. At the same time, Jaha’s face turned red, and the heat spread to the back of his neck in an instant.
“Your face is really hot, Jaha.”
The moment Marsilia whispered in a voice so soft that it made him shiver, Jaha couldn’t help but recall the voice he had heard last night.
He vividly remembered his voice, which had been repeated over and over again. He also vividly remembered how his cock had penetrated him.
Marsilia made a puzzled expression at Jaha’s blush, which spread from his chest to the tip of his forehead. He looked up at Jaha’s face, who was looking down, and met his eyes, asking.
“Are you shy?”
Blood rushed to his face, turning his cheeks red. Jaha slapped his hand away and covered his face with his palm, crouching down. The heat against his palm felt unusual.
His face felt like it was going to melt. His cheeks seemed like they would burst if touched.
He brushed his lips against the curve of Jaha’s ear, tucking his hair behind it. As his fingers slipped into the strands and massaged his scalp, a wave of drowsy warmth washed over Jaha, making his eyes flutter shut.
“What should I do?”
Jaha looked up at him with an expression that seemed on the verge of tears.
“What do you mean?”
Marsilia, not understanding at first, asked back, but when he heard Jaha’s grumbling, he soon broke into a bright smile.
“My face… it won’t cool down.”
“It’s fine. You look cute.”
Who asked for that kind of answer? Jaha shot him a glare and fanned himself with his hand.
“My body feels hot.”
Marsilia let out a short laugh before pulling both of Jaha’s cheeks.
“Don’t say things like that—I’m going to lose my mind.”
“What?”
This time, it was Jaha’s turn to be confused. The man stretched Jaha’s cheeks before letting go, then kissed the spot he had just pulled as he grumbled.
“When you say things like that, it sets me on fire.”
Before Jaha could even respond, he captured his lips again. His hand, which had returned to Jaha’s hip, now openly slid between his thighs.
Jaha flinched in surprise, his body jerking involuntarily. The man let out a low groan as he pulled back from the kiss.
“The bottle over there—hand it to me, Jaha.”
Muttering that he was too busy, the man’s hands moved ceaselessly, teasing the sensitive area with deliberate care.
As Jaha trembled from the ticklish sensation mixed with embarrassment, Marsilia kissed his flushed cheek in a soothing manner, pressing his fingers more insistently.
“Hurry, Jaha. Hand me the bottle.”
This man was definitely as sly as a fox. Whenever he narrowed his eyes and swayed his words like a flicking tail, Jaha found himself utterly bewildered—and inevitably, he ended up doing whatever Marsilia asked.
“Give it to me.”
He seemed to want Jaha to actively intervene in the current act. Jaha looked at him blankly and sighed.
“You’re so annoying.”
The grumbling Jaha poured the oil into his hands. Marsilia applied enough oil to both of his hands in front of him, then placed his hands behind Jaha.
His wet fingers gently moved through the gap that opened as he mounted him. Making a creaking sound, they alternately caressed between his buttocks with both hands, making a squelching sound, and after a while, Marsilia pushed his fingers into hole.
One at a time. Each finger dug into the hole alternately. As soon as one finger slipped out, the other came in, oiling the hole.
His hole which that had been stretched all night also accepted his touch quietly.
However, Jaha, who was not used to the feeling of that touch constantly filling him up, hunched his shoulders and trembled.
“Ugh….”
The tingling sensation from his hole gave him goosebumps. When Jaha shivered, Marsilia kissed his shoulder and pulled Jaha’s body back toward him.
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