IYAMD 149
Jaha cupped Marsilia’s face in both hands and kissed him. Tilting his head back completely, Marsilia obediently parted his lips, retreating his tongue as if making space for Jaha’s to explore.
Jaha moved his tongue as though scooping up Marsilia’s warmth from within, then traced over the tongue that had withdrawn deep inside. When Marsilia’s tongue flinched and shifted, Jaha pulled away slightly and asked,
“How should I comfort you?”
Their gazes met at a distance so close that their noses nearly touched. Marsilia smiled deeply, dimples forming on his cheeks, before closing his eyes.
“That’s for the one doing the comforting to decide.”
Jaha shot him a brief, playful glare, as if exasperated by his nonchalance.
“You’re really infuriating.”
Muttering, Jaha untied the lace at Marsilia’s neck. Marsilia had attended dinner still in his formal attire, having only removed his uniform jacket. Jaha slowly and deliberately loosened the cumbersome ties.
As the string binding the tunic’s collar came undone, Marsilia let out a quiet chuckle. Jaha bent down to kiss him again while slipping off his own jacket and untying his neatly bound hair.
With a soft rustle, his long hair cascaded down, brushing against Marsilia’s face. Marsilia let out a faint sigh and opened his eyes.
“How long are you going to just sit there?”
Hearing Jaha’s question, Marsilia merely smirked, his face partly hidden behind the curtain of Jaha’s hair.
“Are you done comforting me already? I planned to stay still until you were finished.”
“…You’re insufferable.”
Jaha slid off Marsilia’s lap and lifted the hem of his tunic, attempting to undress him. Marsilia chuckled as if amused, shifting his languid body just enough to help Jaha, until at last, his tunic slipped to the floor.
Had he drunk more than usual? His neck and chest were slightly flushed. Since his face remained clear, Jaha had assumed he was fine, but judging by his slow movements, he must have been somewhat intoxicated.
Jaha knelt on the empty space beside the sofa, looking down at Marsilia, who lay sprawled in a crumpled heap.
A few strands of slightly disheveled hair had fallen across his face, making him appear younger. Perhaps due to the reddish glow cast by the fireplace, the sharp angles of his face seemed softer than usual.
Lowering his gaze, Jaha saw his own name still faintly glowing on Marsilia’s chest. As Marsilia breathed, the mark subtly shifted, almost as if alive. Seeing his name there stirred a complex mix of emotions in Jaha.
When he placed a hand over it, Marsilia tensed slightly, his chest muscles twitching under Jaha’s palm.
“…I’m glad my name is still on you.”
Jaha murmured as he slowly traced over the mark.
“Why?”
Marsilia, exhaling a languid sigh, lifted his gaze, eyes filled with quiet curiosity.
“Because… without it, we never would have met.”
Without this mark, their paths would never have crossed, not even by coincidence. Marsilia lowered his eyes for a moment before murmuring to himself,
“…I see.”
“Yeah. If not for this, we would have lived our whole lives never knowing each other.”
“That’s true.”
This time, a hint of a smile touched Marsilia’s lips.
Jaha wondered if, given enough time, Marsilia would one day be able to look at the mark with a smile as well.
He hoped so.
Leaning down, Jaha pressed a kiss to the glowing name on Marsilia’s chest. It felt a little awkward and embarrassing to be kissing his own name, but the warmth of Marsilia’s skin quickly made him forget such thoughts.
As he trailed careful kisses along the surrounding area, a faint, unsteady sigh escaped from above.
Jaha followed Marsilia’s example, lightly sucking on the skin, then playfully nipping at the tense muscles.
When he flicked his tongue over a small, sensitive spot, Marsilia arched his back slightly, letting out a quiet gasp.
“…Hngh.”
Jaha glanced up at him, watching his brows furrow slightly, before resuming his gentle touches, his hands roaming across Marsilia’s body.
He pressed soft kisses along the defined ridges of his abdomen as he moved lower. When his lips finally brushed against the waistband of Marsilia’s pants, he hesitated for a moment, then looked up with an uncertain expression.
Marsilia, watching him through half-lidded eyes, gave a slow, knowing smile.
“If you’re not confident, just stop. You don’t have to do it, Jaha.”
He had accurately grasped why Jaha was hesitating. Jaha bit his lower lip for a moment, deliberated, then unfastened his pants.
“You do it for me every time, so I want to do it for you sometimes too.”
Whenever they spent the night together, Marsilia would always kiss and touch Jaha all over. If this was how he expressed his affection—even touching the dirtiest places without hesitation—then Jaha wanted to do the same for him.
“Why is it getting big already…?”
Even before he had fully undone the fastenings, Marsilia’s pants were already noticeably bulging. When Jaha looked up at him in surprise, Marsilia licked his dry lips and replied in a low voice, the hint of a smile disappearing.
“Because you’re looking at me like that.”
His gaze was so intense that heat rushed to Jaha’s face. He rubbed his warm cheek against Marsilia’s lower abdomen for a moment before grumbling in embarrassment.
“Don’t say embarrassing things like that.”
Muttering, Jaha spread his waistband open and placed his hand over the swollen fabric of his undergarments. Through the thin cloth, the heated c0ck pulsed faintly.
Jaha swallowed dryly in surprise, and Marsilia, covering his face with one hand, let out a quiet chuckle.
“Please don’t do that. When you swallow like that, it’s driving me crazy.”
Hearing that, Jaha swallowed again involuntarily.
“I’m just nervous.”
It wasn’t hunger—just nerves. Jaha muttered as he pulled down Marsilia’s undergarments. Even though he had seen it many times before, the sheer size of the c0ck always felt overwhelming.
It was almost ridiculous. He had never once imagined in his life that he would be doing something like this—especially not for another man.
Jaha knew he was inexperienced in these matters. He had grown up alone with an elderly master, and afterward, his life had been consumed by revenge and searching for jaryeon.
Besides, he had never even considered that his partner would end up being a man. That made everything feel even more unfamiliar.
Even so, he wanted to make Marsilia feel good. He wanted to share the same strange sensations Marsilia always gave him whenever he did this.
Jaha stared intently at the intimidating d1ck before swallowing again and parting his lips. One hand wrapped around the thick base, holding it steady, while his tongue tentatively touched the surface. Marsilia’s thighs tensed and twitched.
Jaha pressed them down gently under his arms to keep him still, then slowly took the glistening tip into his mouth.
His jaw stretched wide, and his mouth immediately filled with saliva. There was a faintly salty taste, and the pen1s twitched as if it were alive.
Glancing up at Marsilia’s scrunched-up face, Jaha narrowed his eyes in amusement.
Cute.
Now, he finally understood why Marsilia did this to him. Seeing the person you love react like this—it was exhilarating.
Marsilia’s face crumpled even more at Jaha’s teasing expression, and he let out a shaky breath. He clutched a handful of his own bangs with one hand, gripping his forehead tightly.
A faint vein throbbed there, matching the pulsing rhythm of the c0ck in Jaha’s mouth.
“Ah… ngh, Jaha….”
Marsilia gripped the sofa’s armrest with one hand, his voice strained as if he were holding something back. As Jaha moved his tongue while swallowing, Marsilia’s breathing became ragged.
“Wait—ah, wait a second!”
Just as Marsilia pushed Jaha’s forehead away, the pen1s slipped from his mouth, and a thick spurt of cvm shot out in an arc.
The warm liquid landed on Jaha’s forehead and dripped down his nose.
Jaha blinked, frozen in place. The scent was overwhelming, and it was still leaking out in small spurts, wetting his throat and chest.
The sensation of warm fabric clinging to his skin startled him, but before he could react, an even more flustered Marsilia hurriedly reached out.
“Shit. Are you… okay?”
What was there to be okay or not okay about? It was just semen, that’s all. But Marsilia was fussing over him like he had been stabbed or something.
As Marsilia wiped Jaha’s forehead and nose with his hand, the sticky residue clung to his fingers. He quickly grabbed his discarded tunic from the floor and wiped Jaha’s face with it.
Looking at Marsilia’s even redder face, Jaha regained his composure. As the cloth rubbed over his skin and neck, he let out a soft chuckle.
“This is the first time you’ve finished this fast. Did it feel that good?”
“Haa….”
Marsilia let out a deep, weary sigh, his flushed face scrunching up.
“…Yeah.”
The barely audible reply made Jaha’s eyes crinkle in amusement. The semen on his face felt stiff as it dried, and the scent clung to him, but he didn’t care.
Marsilia looked so shy, and the fact that Jaha had made him this way filled him with happiness.
So this was love.
Today, Jaha had learned something new.
It was also incredibly funny to see Marsilia looking so flustered with his d1ck still exposed. But if he laughed, Marsilia, being as sensitive as he was, would probably feel self-conscious.
Still, his smile must have been too obvious. Marsilia, now composed, narrowed his eyes slightly.
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