IYAMD 171

IYAMD 171

The saliva that flowed from Marsilia’s mouth, soaked the lower part of Jaha’s body. After wetting the pubic hair and the wriggling testicles, it flowed down between his legs like rainwater.

At the vivid sensation, Jaha, who had been shivering, opened his tightly shut eyes and lifted his head. The scene below was so embarrassingly explicit that just as he was about to turn away, his gaze met Marsilia’s, who was staring intently.

Marsilia spread his thighs apart while looking up at Jaha. When his fingers touched the wet perineum, his thighs closed unconsciously, but he couldn’t resist the silent urging in Marsilia’s gaze and had no choice but to open them again.

The corners of Marsilia’s mouth, stretched to from the swollen mass, seemed to rise slightly. Marsilia pressed hard against the inside of his mouth, applying pressure, and rubbed along the cleft of his buttocks several times.

When the ticklish sensation made Jaha’s lower body twitch, his waist naturally lifted.

“Ugh.”

Unable to tear his gaze away from Marsilia, Jaha twisted his body, and the moment Marsilia’s saliva-soaked fingers invaded his hole, he curled up.

“Ah!”

With a short moan, Jaha’s thighs trembled sweetly. As the fingers delved deeper and rubbed against the inner wall, the trembling intensified.

Even though it was unintentional, Marsilia faintly felt the movement of the hole tightening around his fingers. Due to the excessive excitement, Jaha’s head throbbed with heat, but he did his best to relax his body.

Marsilia, who had buried his finger deep inside, twisted his wrist to stimulate the inside. Now that he knew where Jaha liked, he rubbed and prodded that spot with relentless persistence.

Every time that happened, Jaha’s mouth continuously burst into exclamations, and along with that, his strength gradually drained away.

Breathing through his open mouth made his throat dry. It felt like there was a drought in his mouth. By the time his throat became sore from the unquenchable thirst that couldn’t be relieved even by swallowing dry saliva, Marsilia, who had spat out the moisture, raised his upper body and pushed his tongue into Jaha’s mouth.

The taste of the mixed saliva and arousal felt slightly strange, but Jaha didn’t dislike it at all. He sucked on Marsilia’s tongue as if he had discovered a life-giving elixir, and soon his mouth was overflowing with it.

Even in the midst of it all, Marsilia steadily stretched his fingers, stimulating the inside and widening the hole.

After a long while, when their lips finally parted, Jaha let his head fall heavily onto the bed. Marsilia, who had followed the trajectory, placed his wet lips on Jaha’s cheek and whispered in a hoarse, dreamy voice.

“You are so adorable.”

In a voice that seemed to murmur in admiration, Read on Jaha gave a faint smile and embraced Marsilia’s body.

“You’re the same.”

Marsilia, who had been pulled out of the hole, climbed onto Jaha. With his waist lifted, he positioned himself and slowly entered.

When on earth had he taken off his pants? Even in the midst of all this, Jaha couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

However, that smile disappeared without a trace shortly after.

Was it because he couldn’t properly moisten it due to the lack of oil? The pain felt more rigid than usual.

“Hhnh..”

Jaha let out a short sob and caressed Marsilia’s cheek, who had stopped at the sound.

“Strange..”

“What’s going on?”

When Marsilia swallowed hard and barely managed to ask, a gentle smile appeared on Jaha’s face.

“The pain you give, uh, feels sweet.”

The pain Marsilia caused was vivid. Yet, he didn’t hate or fear it. On the contrary, he wanted to embrace it even more.

Despite the throbbing pain rising from below, Jaha wanted to pull this large man who was entering him completely into his arms.

“You must be… too good.”

Marsilia’s body stiffened, and it felt like the c0ck penetrating had thickened even more. When Jaha, startled, twisted his waist, Marsilia let out a low mian.

“Don’t provoke me, ugh, please. I’m already, ugh, going crazy… you know.”

It seemed like Marsilia was struggling to insert it more slowly than usual, as the veins on his smooth forehead throbbed. He raised his hand, brushed aside the hair that had stuck to his wet forehead, and lifted his head.

“Don’t hold back, ha, that, more… do it. Even if it hurts, ugh…, ah!”

Before he could finish speaking, the beast roughly burrowed in. When he pressed and rubbed a certain spot inside, it felt like Jaha was going crazy.

His mind turned blank to the point where he couldn’t even feel pain. Every time the deep-seated pen1s surged and stimulated his inner walls, his body trembled violently as he clung to Marsilia.

Marsilia bit his lip tightly and roughly shook his waist. Jaha, who was helplessly swaying with his movements, clung to him with his limbs to avoid being separated.

In an instant, sweat spread, and every time his body shook, the shirt he hadn’t taken off yet clung damply to his skin.

The hole scraped by the rough, rushing d1ck burned, but when Marsilia pushed in, the heat filling the inner walls quickly offset that sensation.

After a long time of being lost in ecstasy, Marsilia lifted his upper body and quickly threw off his top.

The buttons of the suit jacket he had worn for the banquet popped off here and there, and he could faintly hear the sound of the seams tearing.

While Jaha paused, catching his breath, he nervously fumbled with the buttons of his jacket. However, he kept fumbling.

In the meantime, Marsilia, having thrown off his upper garment, finally looked relieved and directly unbuttoned Jaha’s shirt.

When the jacket and tunic were finally removed, Jaha felt a sense of relief. As he gasped for breath, Marsilia whispered while covering Jaha’s lower abdomen with his large hand.

“This place is twitching.”

Marsilia’s voice sounded somewhat hazy. As his hand gently caressed without applying pressure, Jaha’s stomach hollowed out, and a low moan and laugh simultaneously escaped his lips.

It was a laugh so soft it was almost ticklish. Marsilia caressed Jaha’s body so gently that it was hard to believe he was the same rough man from earlier.

He reached out his hand and traced Jaha’s name engraved on his left chest. The golden letters still glimmered.

Seeing that, a smile appeared on Marsilia’s lips.

He felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

…

The next day was spent entirely in rest. After sleeping in late and having breakfast, Jaha went to see the lake next to the mansion with Marsilia.

Surrounded by towering birch trees, the lake’s edge was covered in thin ice, and the calm water inside mirrored the sky.

“Wow…”

Even Jaha, who usually showed little interest in such things, couldn’t help but admire the beauty of the lake.

“In the summer, it would be nice to sail a boat.”

“A boat?”

When Jaha blinked in surprise, Marsilia quietly laughed and replied.

“Ah, you wouldn’t know about such pleasures. It’s one of the noble pastimes. Lovers take a boat ride on the lake to enjoy a private moment. Usually, women hold parasols, so people kiss while hiding in their shadows.”

“Hmm.”

Jaha reacted indifferently, and Marsilia, with a slightly disappointed expression, asked,

“Not interested?”

“No.”

“Then why the reaction?”

Jaha turned his gaze back from the lake to Marsilia and pouted.

“Because you seem to know it so well, it feels a little strange.”

Marsilia chuckled lightly and, with a mischievous expression, came closer.

“Don’t worry, Jaha. I’ve never been on a boat either. I never had the time, and there was no one to ride it with.”

There was a hint of regret in his voice. Only then did Jaha relax his sulking expression and turn to face him.

“I’ll ride with you this summer.”

As Jaha raised his gloved hand, Marsilia closed his eyes and bowed his head. Though there was no warmth from his hand, his skin had turned slightly red, probably chilled by the winter wind.

Jaha cupped his cheek, then stood on his tiptoes. As their lips met, he finally felt his cold body temperature. As he brought his cheek to his to warm him, he realized his own face was just as cold.

However, Jaha didn’t pull away but instead wrapped his arms around his broad shoulders. He felt the man in his arms seemed somewhat lonely, and he wanted to comfort him.

He could clearly imagine how he must have spent all those lonely years.

Though it might not have been his fault, he wanted him to know.

That now, he would always be by his side.

Jaha didn’t say it aloud, but he believed he understood. The strong pressure from the arms around him told him that he knew.

“Mar.”

“Yes?”

Hearing his soft reply, Jaha smiled.

“I don’t have a parasol, but it’s okay to kiss. So, let’s go boating together.”

“Yes. I’d like that.”

His voice, which had once carried loneliness, now sounded vibrant, and the strength in his arms tightened even more.

The powerful embrace lifted Jaha off the ground, and he barely stood on his tiptoes, clinging to his broad shoulders.