IYAMD 96

IYAMD 96

“I won’t push you away.”
Jaha’s response sounded firm. He looked at Marsilia with golden waves shimmering in his gaze. 

Marsilia felt a sense of relief as he looked at that resolute gaze.

As Marsilia released his hand, Jaha propped himself up and sat up. 

The gazes of the two sitting across from each other intertwined in the air. Jaha, frowning, reached out toward Marsilia’s face. 

As he tilted his head toward the gentle touch caressing his cheek, Jaha smiled slightly and grumbled, 

“A man’s word is worth its weight in gold. A man never takes back what he has said.”

He leaned in first and kissed him on the cheek before pulling back. 

“I won’t push you away.”

His voice was warmer than before. Marsilia guided Jaha’s hand, which was touching his cheek, downwards. 

As he put his hand between the slightly parted collar of his nightgown, Jaha flustered, looked around in confusion.

“I will touch you, so you touch me too.” 

Marsilia kissed him again and slowly caressed his unauthorized copybare skin keeping his distance so Jaha could touch him, and reached out hid hand to explore the silky smooth skin.

Jaha’s tongue entwined with Marsilia’s as it danced inside his mouth. 

Marsilia, who was kissing him while looking at his face with his eyes half-closed, smiled.

Jaha carefully slipped his hand inside Marsilia’s tunic. His hand slowly glided down from his right pectoral along his side.

At that moment, he felt himself grow harder. Marsilia let out a low moan without realizing it and sucked Jaha’s tongue in roughly.

“hngh.”

As Marsilia gripped his side firmly, Jaha also let out a soft moan. Marsilia caressed his side and then cupped his flat chest.

When his nipple brushed against Marsilia’s palm, Jaha flinched and shrank his shoulders.

Is it this sensitive? 

Marsilia lowered his head and pressed his lips on Jaha’s chest. He was startled for a moment before following Jaha’s retreating chest, taking the nipple into his mouth. 

As she lifted his gaze with the nipple caught between his lips, he saw Jaha’s face flushed bright red.

Marsilia whispered as he raised the corners of his mouth.

“It’s really sensitive.”

“Don’t, hngh…, put it in your mouth and talk,” Jaha said.

As Jaha’s hand moved from his chest to his shoulder, the tunic slipped down smoothly.

When Marsilia’s shoulder was exposed, Jaha trembling fingertips explored the area around his shoulder and upper back.

“You, your muscles… I envy you.”

The softly whispered voice sounded ticklish. Marsilia exhaled hot breath and sucked on Jaha’s nipple.

He bit and ran his tongue over the areola observing Jaha’s reaction. 

Jaha’s lips parted in a dazed manner as he gazed at Marsilia’s shoulder and neck, as if unsure where to direct his gaze.

“Keep going.”

Marsilia gently stroked Jaha’s back as if to soothe him, while biting down on his hardened nipples with his front teeth.
“Ah!”
Jaha let out a high-pitched scream, shrinking his neck as he scolded Marsilia.
“Don’t do that!”
The voice that followed was hoarse and came out softly.
“I’m sorry.”
Marsilia hadn’t expected him to dislike it so much. He apologized sincerely and licked his areola with his tongue. 

As he moved his mouth, he felt Jaha’s trembling intensify.

Despite that, he only let out a hot sigh and did not stop Marsilia.

While sucking alternatively between both nipples, visit our site Jaha’s tunic was almost completely removed by his hands. 

Marsilia pulled the tunic down entirely and guided Jaha’s other hand to his own body.

He gently caressed Marsilia’s shoulders, back, and forearms with a careful touch, as if he were handling something fragile. He glided over each joint and ligament, brushing against the taut muscles. 

A shiver ran down his shoulders, and a soft moan escaped involuntarily. When Marsilia let out a low moan, Jaha briefly withdrew his hand, hesitated, and then brought it back again.

As Marsilia kissed his way up from his chest to his neck, Jaha let out a languid sigh. 

His body felt hotter than usual, and his hands, too, were warm against the skin. As he kissed Marsilia’s hot cheeks and jaw, swallowing hard, he let his lips linger. 

When he moved back up and pushed his tongue between Marsilia’s slightly parted lips, it was as if his tongue was reaching out to meet him in a way that was different from usual.

Marsilia sucked on Jaha’s tongue. As he wrapped his own tongue around it and twisted it together, they both let out a sigh simultaneously as their mouths finally separated.

Jaha’s gaze landed on his chest. Following the eyes that scanned the softly glowing name, Marsilia swallowed hard as his looked down.

“Touch it, Jaha.”

When Jaha brushed his fingertips over the name engraved on his chest, Marsilia felt his lower abdomen tighten. 

At the same time, the thing that was lifting his gown bobbed.

Noticing Jaha’s gaze drifting down, Marsilia awkwardly smiled and reached out his hand.

“Do you want to take off your pants?”

As he touched the fastening of his pants, Jaha nodded his head and folded his thighs. 

Thanks to that, his pants came off easily.
Now completely naked, he curled up with his knees raised. Marsilia placed his hand on his bare skin and pressed his lips on his knee joint.

“Show me, Jaha.” He grumbled in a sulky voice.

“You too, take it off. It’s unfair.”

Marsilia tilted his head slightly and looked up at him.
“If I take it off, you will be scared, won’t you?”
Marsilia’s gown was still tied. The part that draped over his genitals was half-open, but if he completely took it off, it seemed like Jaha would be so scared that he would run away.

However, Jaha firmly reached out his hand. He roughly grabbed the knot and mumbled,
“I’ve seen it all, so it’s nothing new.”
Jaha’s eyes widened as he untied the gown. When his gaze fell on his penis, which seemed to shyly nod at him, an embarrassed sigh escaped his lips. 

“It’s too big.”

Jaha’s penis, which peeked out shyly between his thighs, were still hanging down modestly.

It seemed completely different from Marsilia’s, which was erect to the point of lifting up his testicles.

Marsilia slid his hand, which had been holding Jaha’s knee, down to the inside of his thigh, watching his reaction.

“I’ll touch you.”

The hand sliding down between his legs felt awkward, so Jaha pressed his thighs together. 

Marsilia looked at Jaha with a helpless expression.

“Put your hands down and spread your legs a little, Jaha.” 

His fingertips trembled and the inside of his mouth felt dry. Marsilia licked his lips and urged Jaha.

“Hurry up.”

After a moment, Jaha slightly leaned back and spreads his thighs.

Marsilia looked at the naked body and swallowed hard.

It felt like the air was clumping together and going down his throat. It felt almost painful, Marsilia swallowed repeatedly and reached his hand towards Jaha’s lower abdomen.

Due to his already slender build, as he pressed his palm on it, Jaha’s lower abdomen sank even more. Seeing that, Marsilia chuckled softly and spread his palm wide to gently caress Jaha’s lower abdomen.”

“You should eat more starting tomorrow.”

“Huh I’m already trying.”

As he lowered his hand, Jaha’s thigh, trembled. Marsilia slowly moved his hand, watching his reaction as if unauthorized copyimprinting each one in his mind.

As he touched the jet-black pubic hair, similar to the hair on his head, a gasp escaped from his lips. Marsilia took a deep breath and covered Jaha’s soft penis with his palm.

“Hnngh..”

Jaha’s moan brushed past his ear. The heat from his cock, hotter than any other part, warmed his palm, causing all his attention to focus there.

Marsilia wrapped hid hand around Jaha’s soft penis. The warmth and sensation were completely different from his own, and it felt both strange and fascinating.

“Don’t look at me like that.”
Jaha covered his face, which was turning red as if it would burst, with his forearm and avoided Marsilia’s gaze.

His face was so red that it looked like it would stain red if touched, and it was so adorable that a smile formed on his lips.

Marsilia took Jaha’s penis and lifted it upward. Pressing and rubbing it against his lower abdomen, he brought his lips to Jaha’s flushed face.

“Jaha, shall we kiss?”

At the quiet question, Jaha shook his head at first but then hesitated before moving his arms away, revealing his heated face.

Marsilia tilted his chin and leaned in, whispering.

“How does it feel?”

Jaha bit his lips tightly for a moment before shaking his head.

“I… I don’t know.”

Marsilia wasn’t disappointed—at least, he tried not to let it show. Smiling gently, he kissed Jaha’s lips, and as their lips parted, Jaha exhaled a heated breath.

Diving in deeper, Marsilia let his tongue trace the place where his name was engraved and pressing hard on Jaha’s genitals. 

It was regrettable that it was still soft, but the hot temperature that seemed to melt his palm felt good. The smooth skin and the soft touch of the genitals were just delightful.

During the long kiss, Marsilia held the soft pillar in his hand and stroked it up and down. With each movement of his hand, he felt Jaha’s tongue wriggling inside his mouth.

Marsilia opened hid eyes and tightened his grip on Jaha’s penis. He could feel it writhing in hid hand, resisting weakly.

As he stroked the penis from its roots to its tip, Jaha’s breath became increasingly urgent as it wet Marsilia’s lips.

Marsilia groaned softly and pulled Jaha’s back against him. His body melting as the warmth touched his shoulders and chest. Marsilia closed his eyes and roughly sucked on Jaha’s tongue.