Ha, this was absurd.
Leonard could do nothing but let out a silent, humorless laugh inwardly and furrow his brow at the situation unfolding before him. He was dreaming again. And once again, it was about Ivan.
This time, his position was not the bed but the chair beside it. He had clearly been reviewing documents over a cup of tea before retiring for the night. But when had he drifted off.
Ivan entered Leonard’s field of vision as he sat upright in the chair, facing forward. Ivan, seated on his thighs and facing him, was half-naked again today. Though it was a little different from yesterday. Yesterday he had been dry and fair — today his hair was wet, as though he had just stepped out of a bath.
“Young Master.”
Ivan was smiling with that same suggestive, eye-curving smile as yesterday. That smile, enough to thoroughly enchant anyone — man or woman alike — worked on Leonard too, lodging itself firmly in his mind.
The Ivan within the dream moved his hand. His index finger touched the tip of Leonard’s chin, then slowly traced downward — past his throat, across his collarbone — and continued along his chest and stomach until his open palm wrapped itself around the front of Leonard’s trousers. Still smiling with his eyes, Ivan leaned in until his chest nearly pressed against Leonard’s, bringing his face in close.
Close enough that their breath could be felt. Leonard tried to flinch and turn his head away. But, just as before — just as yesterday — his body refused to move as he wished. As if knowing this, Ivan blew a soft breath against him and began gently rubbing and pressing down against the front of Leonard’s trousers.
“Ugh…….”
Leonard’s body shuddered as though responding to the stimulation. At the same time, as his member began to stir with arousal, Leonard found it ridiculous — but decided he would simply watch and see. Ivan stroked the swelling front of his trousers with a light, coaxing touch and curved his eyes in a smile. Then words spilled from those small, red lips.
“Young Master, how does it feel?”
Ivan’s words were impossible to parse. Was he asking about the sight of Leonard’s swelling member, or asking how Leonard felt about him appearing in his dream like this. Either way, Leonard said nothing.
He couldn’t, to begin with. With no expression, Leonard simply watched, as though silently daring him to go further. Sensing that gaze, Ivan wet his lips, then took Leonard’s hand in his other hand and pulled it toward himself.
“How does it feel, Young Master — dreaming something like this about someone you find so contemptible and vulgar?”
A sweet voice poured from Ivan’s lips. But the content was anything but — Leonard furrowed his brow briefly and met Ivan’s eyes. Ivan’s actions did not stop. The face that had been close enough to feel each other’s breath now moved toward his lips. Ivan extended his tongue and licked Leonard’s lips in a slow, wet drag. At the same moment, his hand slipped inside Leonard’s trousers and gripped his cock firmly, stroking it slowly up and down, working Leonard into arousal.
Ivan’s tongue parted Leonard’s lips and pushed inside. Ivan traced along his teeth, nudged his tongue, and continued the kiss entirely on his own — letting out soft, shallow moans as he did. Leonard’s cock faithfully grew in size beneath Ivan’s stroking hand.
Thanks to that, the cock now filled Ivan’s vision — so large a single hand could not fully encircle it. Only after confirming this did Ivan pull his lips away, smiling more wantonly and blissfully than he ever had. It was a look no different from that of a creature consumed entirely by lust.
“Haah…… how can it be this big. I never imagined there could be a cock so similar to Master’s.”
It’s no wonder he’s the Master’s son. Ivan let out a breathless, heated sigh, slowly licking the trace of pre-cum from the tip of his finger with his tongue. The reddish flush at the corners of his eyes gave off such a lewd air that Leonard had no choice but to swallow.
Why did wet hair and a wet body look this obscene. The nipples, perked and soft-looking as though they would give way at the slightest touch, kept drifting in and out of Leonard’s line of sight — he found it unbearably distracting. That slender waist, the kind that could be encircled in one arm — how could it move so wantonly. The Ivan before him now was worlds apart from the Ivan in waking life. And so Leonard felt desire rising alongside an emotion he couldn’t quite name.
“Ugh…….”
“Hehe, our Young Master. How wretched you must feel, getting hard at the sight of someone so vulgar as me.”
“You…… ugh.”
“How is it — having a wet dream about a male prostitute? Does it feel good? Did I occupy your thoughts all day today?”
A brief word escaped Leonard’s lips. A little time had passed, and just like the night before, he could move at least a single finger. But Leonard chose not to show it, and Ivan hadn’t noticed. Ivan continued speaking as he guided Leonard’s hand — the one he had been holding — and brought it around behind himself.
“You call me vulgar — but a Young Master who has wet dreams about someone like me is quite something himself. A thoroughly vulgar and wanton person.”
“Ha.”
“Look — hng…… Both you and I, Young Master — we’re vulgar. You have wet dreams about vulgar me, and I, while working, want to be filled and skewered every time — want to be stuffed full of cock. I’m the kind of male prostitute who loses his mind the moment he sees one.”
Ivan, having drawn Leonard’s hand over, made him grope his rear — then toyed with Leonard’s fingers before spreading two of them and guiding them inside the opening.
“Mmh…… like this, every day, haah. Being fingered in the back by Young Master…… hng! Touched and ruined…… every time I looked at Young Master, that was all I thought about.”
Only two fingers had entered, and yet the inner walls were already filled to the brim. The thick, rough fingers with their calloused skin were more than enough to make Ivan’s inner walls sing with pleasure. Yet Ivan moved his hips as though it wasn’t enough, riding up and down on the fingers himself, working his waist over and over. That sensation reached Leonard’s fingers in vivid, undeniable detail.
How thoroughly must he have been used for it to be this soft even with so little stimulation. The inside was warm, and the slick fluid clinging within seemed as if it would never release his fingers. Leonard had to admit it. The Ivan before him was no different from a creature of pure, consuming lust. The thought that he had seduced his own father while writhing so provocatively like this made him furious — but since he himself was being drawn in, he had no ground to stand on.
“Young Master…… Young Master…… hng. I like you, Young Master…… I want…… Young Master’s cock……mmh……!”
Now that impudent mouth had even begun making shameless confessions. This was truly an absurd dream. Since it was a dream — would it be alright to kill the Ivan before him, the one throwing his emotions into such turmoil? Leonard thought so, inwardly.
Not only his fingers but his toes had begun to move little by little as well. Ivan, too lost in his own pleasure to notice, was still working his hips, drilling his own rear hole on Leonard’s fingers. At the same time, he kneaded his own chest. Without a trace of embarrassment, he continued his blatant self-pleasure in full view of Leonard.
He truly thought he must be losing his mind. How could anyone be this obscene. Leonard focused solely on regaining control of his body. Just a little more and he felt he could seize that insufferable creature before him.
“Hng…… haah. Young Master…… how good would it feel to be drilled by Young Master’s cock. Mmh…….”
“……Does it…… feel good……?”
“Yes. Haah, it feels good…… hng!”
That Leonard’s words were beginning to come out meant the sleep paralysis was steadily lifting. But whether Ivan hadn’t noticed or simply didn’t care, he appeared entirely absorbed in layering more pleasure onto his own actions.
Right. Just as you say — I’ll give it to you in that vulgar little hole of yours. Let’s see just how much you enjoy it.
Desire and contempt began to mingle in Leonard’s mind. His eyes turned sharp and dangerous, and without his noticing, his outstretched hand had curled into a fist. As he watched Ivan arch his back and tilt his head, moaning while rolling his hips, Leonard began to time his moment.
I can grab him. Tonight, I will absolutely grab him.
Once he had him — he would silence that wicked mouth first, wrap his hand around his throat, then shove his fingers into that wanton, vulgar hole and stretch it, tear it open and punish him until he could never pull these stunts again. Leonard’s mind was filled with dangerous thoughts. Knowing this or not, Ivan had by now spread one more of Leonard’s fingers and pushed it inside the opening. The hole clenched tight as though it meant to swallow his fingers whole.
“Hng…… good, so good…….”
Ivan cried out wantonly. Every time the pale, slender line of his bared throat rippled as he tilted his head back, the gleam in Leonard’s eyes sharpened in turn. Ivan met Leo’s gaze again. Noticing that his expression had changed, Ivan traced his tongue slowly across his own lips and began tilting his head down, inch by inch, until his lips were just barely shy of Leonard’s.
“How is it, Young Master. The feeling of dreaming a dream like this. Does it frustrate you? That you feel desire for someone like me?”
“Ugh.”
“Then direct that desire toward me. Since someone as vulgar and wanton as I am dared to put you in heat — punish me. Take me by force, again and again, and teach me a lesson.”
“Ivan…….”
“You want it too, Young Master. To drill my hole with that cock of yours. Or — are you not confident enough, and plan to only ever see me in dreams like this?”
“Ha.”
Ivan’s words were a provocation. When someone was seducing him this openly — did he really need to keep refusing to the very end? Leonard made up his mind — he would do as Ivan said. Give Ivan exactly what he wanted. Ivan finished speaking and pressed their lips together again.
Now was the moment. Having stayed completely still all this while, Leonard drove the three fingers that had been working inside the opening deeper with a sudden burst of force, while his other hand seized Ivan by the throat and shoved him backward with all his strength.
“Hik——!!”
“You scheming little thing. Did you think that just because you said so, I wouldn’t actually do it?”
