HEO 129

Even with a thin layer of fabric between them, Silver’s searing body heat was transmitted directly. Wolf could even feel the rough calluses embedded in Silver’s knuckles; it felt almost as if his skin were being pricked.

He knew he ought to push Silver away, yet his body refused to budge. Instead, fluid beaded at the tip of his cock. It was a revealing sight, even to Wolf himself.

“Hmm…?”

Silver let out a low sound and moved his upper body. He squinted at the thick outline of Wolf’s erection pressing against his thigh. His face betrayed not a shred of shame; instead, he looked as curious as someone discovering a new constellation in the night sky or examining an unfamiliar knot.

Soon after, Silver loosened his grip on Wolf’s cock slightly, only to squeeze it again; he changed the angle and explored the length with his hand. His movements were reminiscent of someone checking how well the handle of a freshly forged axe fit their grip in a smithy.

“It’s hard,”

Silver murmured.

“How does it get so stiff just from being touched? That’s fucking fascinating.”

Wolf closed his eyes. He counted to twenty in his head and opened them again.

Pull yourself together, you idiot. Push Silver’s hand away right now!

Yet, Wolf’s hands only clenched and unclenched. Stimulated by Silver’s pheromones, his own body temperature was rising. His cock was already beyond his control. What he needed to avoid right then wasn’t Silver’s touch, but the urge to throw himself at Silver.

“Silver. Don’t do this.”

He forced the words out, though his voice cracked so badly it was almost ridiculous. Instead of answering, Silver tightened his grip. His fingernails grazed the tip of Wolf’s cock, which was slick with pre-cum. Wolf threw his head back.

“Ah, hngh…!”

A moan escaped his lips. He felt as though he were standing alone at the prow of a ship amidst a raging storm; his senses were reeling just as violently.

“Fuck. It’s huge.”

Silver gasped as he ran his hand along the length of Wolf’s cock. The curious look, like that of someone examining an artifact dug from the sand, had vanished, replaced by primal desire. When Silver pressed his fingers against the thick ridge at the base, Wolf’s vision went white.

“Silver, please stop…”

Just as he tried to push Silver away, Silver hooked his fingers into the waistband of Wolf’s trousers and pulled them down. The rough fabric slid against his skin.

“Hah…!”

Wolf’s cock was fully exposed. Heavy, hot, and engorged with blood, it jutted out prominently from the opening of his robe.

Heat rushed to Wolf’s face. The stark contrast between the black robe and the red shaft protruding from it was so obscene it was almost too much to look at. It was like an illustration from a copperplate engraving found in the back alleys of Atania, the kind of lewd material traded furtively beneath a coat. Had he been stark naked, the scene would have seemed less obscene than this.

Silver cupped his cock again. The stimulation resumed. This time, he slowly traced the uneven ridges along the shaft.

Eventually, Wolf gave up resisting. Every nerve was focused on his groin, leaving him unable to think straight. His entire body tensed in response to Silver’s touch, causing defined grooves to appear in his muscular thighs. He gripped the hem of his robe so tightly his knuckles turned white. Strands of hair clung to his sweat-covered face. With every intake of breath, the rich scent of iris seeped into his body.

Silver squeezed the base of Wolf’s cock before sliding his hand up the shaft. Even to Wolf, who rarely masturbated, the technique felt clumsy. The control of force was awkward; at times the grip was tight, only to slacken and weaken the next moment. Yet, despite such inept handling, Wolf felt a pleasure so intense it was shocking. A shiver raced through his body before rushing back to settle in his lower abdomen. His cock throbbed with an almost painful intensity.

“Hah… fuck…”

A curse escaped his lips before he could stop it. Silver rubbed the tip of the glans with his thumb. Thick pre-cum seeped out, coating his fingers. Unable to withstand the sensation, Wolf shook his head.

Silver’s hands, calloused by life as a warrior, touched Wolf’s cock with movements that were clumsy yet sure. His grip was firm, devoid of any delicacy. He was now handling his member with both hands; one supported his heavy balls while the other teased the shaft. Wolf’s hips twitched at the touch of his hands.

“Ah, ugh! Silver…!”

“Fuck, it’s huge. Doesn’t your back hurt lugging that thing around?”

“Silver, don’t say things like that… Ah!”

The weight of his balls and the pressure of his hand stroking his shaft transformed into pleasure. Though less intense than actual penetration, the pleasure was still overwhelming. His throat felt like it was on fire.

“Sandalwood…”

Silver murmured, his expression dazed. He inhaled and exhaled without stopping his hand; Wolf was releasing his own pheromones in response to his.

Soon, Silver’s hand movements quickened. Wet, sloppy friction sounds emanated from his grip. Before he knew it, Wolf’s vision blurred. An intense wave of pleasure crashed into him suddenly.

“Silver… wait, ah, wait…”

Wolf’s voice was weak, like a campfire dying out in a downpour. Silver leaned his face toward Wolf’s cock. His gaze was fixed on the member bobbing within his grasp. The potent scent of iris enveloped Wolf’s consciousness like a shroud.

“Stop… fuck, stop…!”

The pressure accumulating in Wolf’s cock reached its limit. A surge of pleasure exploded deep within his lower belly, and every sense raced toward the moment of climax.

“Ah–! Silver!”

A cry tore from his throat. Wolf reflexively thrust his hips upward. As his entire body shuddered, thick semen spurted from the tip of his cock. The jet of fluid struck Silver’s face; it wet his cheeks, splattered down to his chin, and left a white streak clinging to his lips.

Wolf froze at the sight. The storm-like intensity of his climax vanished almost immediately, leaving not even an afterglow. His heart pounded. His own bodily fluid had soiled Silver’s face. He was overcome by shock unlike anything he had ever known.

“Silver… This… I…”

Wolf stammered. Just as he reached out toward Silver’s face, Silver tilted his head back slightly and licked his lower lip. The glistening white semen clinging to his lips was caught by the tip of his tongue and wiped away. Wolf froze once more; for a moment, he felt as though the ground had suddenly given way beneath him.

Silver licked his lips again. The expression on his face indicated that he was enjoying the taste.

Wolf stared at Silver. There wasn’t a trace of shame or revulsion on Silver’s face. He was so calm that Wolf briefly wondered if he was the strange one for being so flustered.

At that moment, Silver’s eyes glazed over. He let go of Wolf’s cock, and slumped to the side. Not long after, his breathing evened out, followed by the sound of snoring.

Wolf, who had been unable to so much as move a finger, took a deep breath. The scent of irises was fainter now than before.

Fuck, did I make it through? Should I count myself lucky that it stopped there?

Wolf pulled up his trousers and sat on the bed. He was covered in sweat. Although the act hadn’t lasted long, he felt drained and dizzy, as if he had just returned [Read on]from an arduous journey. Traces of semen still clung to Silver’s face. He needed to wipe that off quickly…

Wait.

His gaze fell upon the pouch at Silver’s waist. Wolf stared at it for a moment, then buried his face in his hands.

He must have heard everything, right?

He must have.

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There’s no chance he mistook the sounds of what just happened for a conversation held while drinking or gambling.

No chance.

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Aaaargh!

Now, there was only one thing left for him to do.

To pray all night that the mantis fairy would be tactful enough to pretend he hadn’t heard a thing.