Even though I had asked for it myself, it was so difficult to look him in the eye. As I lifted my head, feeling almost ashamed, he lunged for my lower lip. The tingling pressure as he sucked on the center of my lip, a long, slow pull, soon blew away any shame or self-loathing I felt for being so wanton.
As our lips rubbed together, as saliva was exchanged, his scent grew stronger, accumulating inside me. It was clear that I loved kissing him, a love that included this sensation of swallowing his scent.
The pressure of his mouth sucking on the membrane, giving it repeated, forceful tugs as if to juice some unknown fluid from the inside of my lip, was accompanied by a stinging pain and a throbbing excitement.
It’s true that humans get excited when they feel pain, but this was, of course, a completely different kind of excitement than the one you feel when you drop a heavy object on your foot or cut your hand on a sharp blade.
Unwrapping my arms from his neck, I caressed his bare torso and slowly writhed my waist, hips, and legs, rubbing them against his body. The pants and underwear that had been caught at my ankles came off completely, and there I was, in the ridiculous state of being naked from the waist down, pleading my thirst to him.
“Where else should I suck for you.”
He cupped my ass with both hands, circling from the outside in, gathering the flesh at the center and grinding it together… as he looked down at me with simmering eyes.
“……”
I met his gaze, then slowly crawled upward. Realizing what I was suggesting, he gave a sensual smile and, in the opposite direction from me, slid his body, which had been half-lying against the pillows, downward.
As our bodies crossed, he pushed his head under my T-shirt.
“Ugh… Mmm.”
I bit my lip at the movement of his tongue as it pushed my hardened nipple upward. Until now, I hadn’t given my nipples much thought, but the moment he’d first put his lips on them on this bed, they had become a part of me that could be as sexually conscious as my genitals or my lips. And that… was the same for my anus.
When the nipple he had been flicking this way and that with the tip of his tongue was swallowed into his mouth and squeezed until it shriveled in the warmth, I could no longer hold back with just a bite of my lip and let out a moan like a sob.
An itching sensation bloomed from inside my body, and I swayed my hips from side to side, scraping my erection against his upper abs.
“Hah, ugh.”
I shuddered and bucked my hips at the rapid flicking of his tongue as it scraped my nipple inside his mouth. His two hands broadly cupped my exposed ass, then slid under my hanging T-shirt to sweep over my waist and flanks.
I had been propping up my torso with my elbows on his shoulders, but my strength was gradually draining away from his deepening caresses.
“Haahk!”
The moment he bit the base of my nipple with his teeth, my chest collapsed onto his face inside the T-shirt. I tried to raise my torso from the position that felt like I was hugging him tightly, but he held my waist and wouldn’t let go.
Rubbing his lips and cheeks against my flat chest, he stuck out his tongue and drew thick lines on my skin, hotly aroused.
I couldn’t tell what about my chest—which was just skinny, aside from the lean muscle he’d gained from the military and working at the moving company—was stimulating him, but his lips and tongue, which scraped, licked, and sucked on the left and right sides in turn without favoritism, let out ragged breaths, revealing his raw lust.
“Ngh, hh… hngh.”
When he sucked and pulled on my nipple, so small it couldn’t even fill his mouth, using only the pressure of his lips. Though I couldn’t see it, I could picture the volume of my chest, peaked and jutting forward, and my shoulders twisted.
A body that shed its usual form and took on a different shape and purpose.
If one couldn’t escape the rules and customs of wearing clothes, having polite conversations, and unconsciously restricting oneself while being aware of the gazes of others and society… then the act of sex felt meaningless.
Kissing with a mouth only used for eating and speaking, taking out a shriveled penis stored away in underwear and making it erect, sucking an anus with one’s mouth as if it didn’t exist on us and stimulating the penis through it, getting aroused by sucking and being sucked on a bare chest…
I felt a liberation in all his actions that changed and overturned my original self, and that sense of liberation led directly to an excitement that felt like my body would be launched into the air.
While I was moaning, clutching his head as he repeatedly pulled my chest to a peak and let go, he licked my sensitively swollen nipple deeply and slid down.
“Oh, oh…”
I lowered my head and looked down at him with anxious eyes. Through the neckline of my hanging T-shirt, I could see him passing my lower abdomen and heading for my genitals.
He cupped my ass with both hands, pulling my body as it reflexively tried to pull back, and immediately took the head of my penis into his mouth.
“Huuuh, hh… hhp.”
I was sprawled on the pillows with his face between my legs, unable to lift my body. He took the full weight of my body pressing down on him and squeezed the head of my cock. Tilting his head, he sucked on it, rotating it like he was eating a popsicle, and the strong suction in his mouth made me pound the pillows.
His way of kissing, as if he would devour me, was the same for his oral sex.
My eyes flew wide and my mouth fell open at the pressure that would suddenly pull and tighten as if to swallow me past his throat, after a moment of holding me in his mouth and rotating me as if to melt me. Just a few sucks on my sensitive genitals sent a wave of pre-cum shooting up. Each time, with exquisite timing, he would release the head and loosen his grip.
Each time I writhed and reacted, the puffs of his breath on the base of my cock grew hotter, and I lay sprawled on the pillows, moaning in what was almost a sob.
The wet sensation of my inner lining began tightening, then loosening and moving away again, completely scrambling my brain. His scent flooded my every breath, making it hard to breathe. All the complicated thoughts that had kept me from sleeping shattered into tiny pieces.
“Sit up.”
He said, pushing my chest upward.
I hesitantly raised my torso with an anxious gaze. To keep my balance, I grabbed the headboard, which was made a bit higher than a normal bed’s. It was a headboard made of black leather with cushioning inside.
I hadn’t realized it, but my eyes and the area around them were wet, as if I had been crying on the pillow. It wasn’t an emotional tear shed from sadness or pain, but a physiological secretion, but I didn’t want to be caught in the foolish fact that I had shed tears because I couldn’t stand the stimulation of oral sex.
As I wiped away the moisture haphazardly with my palm and sat up, I naturally ended up sitting on his chest. To be precise, my crotch was right below his chin. It was a position that wasn’t exactly… comfortable for looking down at him.
His face, looking up at me as he caressed my ass, had such well-defined features that I could clearly distinguish them even in the dark. His hair was pushed back because he was lying on his back facing the ceiling, and his fully revealed face was so handsome it was almost unreal, which made thrusting my erect penis in front of that face feel like a comparatively much more vulgar and crude act.
But that penis, glistening with saliva, was what he had just been stimulating with his own mouth.
“Sit on my face.”
I needed a moment to process what he was asking for.
“That’s…”
As my face froze in bewilderment, he slid his hand between my buttocks from behind, his gaze fixed on me. Then, he pressed the tips of his fingers hard against the soft, tender skin between my anus and testicles and circled them. As if he would create a new hole right there and dig into it at any moment.
“Sit, and just grind against me here. Hm?”
“Hnngh, hngh… B-but…”
“I want it. So it’s okay.”
I didn’t know how to take his request, his desire to suffer the shame of having a crotch pressed onto his face. He turned his head, rubbing his cheek and the bridge of his nose against the shaft of my penis, and looked up at me with pleading eyes.
“I want to smell you, get wet… be completely buried.”
How could he produce such a plaintive voice?
Like a weak person, like someone impatient and anxious, like a sweet, soft, and lovely being. His voice, whispering in a small tone as if begging for the most desperately desired thing in the world, honestly felt like it could melt my insides.
He stuck out his red, wet tongue and licked the shaft of my cock. His eyes, drunk on lust, were still on me, and the stimulation of his fingertips circling my perineum was still there. My hips jumped at his caress as he swiped his entire palm over me as if wiping me clean.
“Crush me with this… until I can’t breathe. Quickly.”
Looking down at his sensual lips that urged and tempted me, I bit my lower lip and gnawed on it, then slowly lowered my hips in an awkward position, clinging to the headboard as I bent my back.
Was I moving reluctantly because he was begging me, even though I didn’t want to?
Not at all. The moment I heard his suggestion, I too had felt a sense of curiosity, and my imagination had already raced ahead, feeling a thrill.
The high tip of his nose touched my perineum first. The sensation was more electrifying than I had imagined, and goosebumps rose all over my body. It was just a place that was neither a penis nor anything else.
“…Ugh, hhk!”
As the bridge of his nose was crushed and buried to some extent in the soft flesh, he grabbed my waist and pulled me down hard.
Sitting completely on his face, I squeezed the headboard and bit my own arm. He opened his nose and mouth and greedily, deeply inhaled the space between my legs. Shame and excitement battered my body at the same time. No, by now, even shame was nothing more than fuel for my excitement.
When I looked down while biting my arm, his eyes, emerging from between my legs, were looking up at me with my erect penis between us. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from those bluish eyes that conveyed his boiling desire.
Even the hem of my T-shirt draped over my erect penis emphasized the obscenity of the moment. The flushed, heated penis bobbed with the slightest movement, brushing against his forehead. Everything that met my eyes became a caress, a part of foreplay.
The visual stimulation alone was already at its limit. I bit my arm harder and exhaled through my nose, hnghh.
His hands, which had been holding my waist, wrapped around my thighs from the outside and caressed them. His fingertips rubbed over my pubic hair, flicked my testicles, and made my penis vibrate. My whole body trembled, and I had to bite my arm even more painfully.
All the while, his broad tongue was rubbing the soft flesh of my perineum. The slightly raised flesh between my testicles and anus became soaked with his saliva. Every time he hardened the tip of his tongue and pressed down deeply on a certain point, a heavy feeling similar to the urge to urinate stimulated my lower abdomen.
There was no end to the world of pleasure he showed me. He knew my body better than I did. I felt like I was going crazy.
“Stop… stop…”
As I muttered that, ridiculously, I was twisting and grabbing the hem of my T-shirt myself, to get a better look at his face below my erect penis.
His arms were no longer pulling me down, yet I was rotating my hips on my own, grinding the space between my legs on his face. To make his lips and tongue touch the spot I wanted, to make the bridge of his nose press against the spot I wanted. To make him rub against the place I wanted.
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