The thought alone was delightful, and Lucian let out a laugh while lightly biting Eugene’s nipple.
To think mere imagination could be this enjoyable — if their bodies were compatible too, it might be worth staying in the capital even after the social season ended, he thought. Even though he had no intention of ever doing that.
Lucian dragged his lips across the soft skin. Whether it was the barely-there touches or his hot breath that tickled, Eugene’s hollow stomach kept dipping and flattening over and over. If Lucian lowered his lips just a little further, there it was — Eugene’s penis, standing up manfully, rubbing against his own skin.
Just as he’d left Eugene’s nipples glistening with saliva, Lucian could have just as easily seized it and devoured it greedily — but instead, he toyed with Eugene, drawing it out. Purely to enjoy the sight of Eugene twisting his hips as if in seduction.
“…Lucian… Highwinter.”
“How insolent. How dare you address me so disrespectfully, Eugene Primrose.”
“…Mm… haah.”
“I won’t reprimand you for daring to use the duke’s full name. Disrespect in bed is more than welcome.”
Lucian smiled, his lips still pressed against Eugene’s stomach. As he shook his shoulders playfully, laughing, Eugene curled his shoulders inward, hollowing his chest. His nipples, reddened from being thoroughly teased, drew closer together, standing out in relief against his flat chest.
Lucian reached both hands toward Eugene’s chest as if entranced. There was nothing to grasp, yet the skin was softer than silk, satisfying to the touch. And there were the small buds caught between his fingers, just enough to keep things from being too plain and boring. Lucian kneaded Eugene’s chest like dough — in a way that, if Basil had seen it, he would have looked at him like some filthy pervert.
Sliding straight down, Lucian eventually settled his face between Eugene’s legs. Eugene’s cock, every bit as aroused as Lucian’s own, was putting its masculinity quite on display. Lucian blew a soft breath — “fuu” — onto the penis, flushed red as if about to burst. It was a frivolous little prank, but Eugene’s thoroughly aroused length twitched as if it might topple over from the breath alone.
“Mm—!”
What did I even do to make it like this already? Just a bit of lip-teasing, a little sucking at his chest, a touch of friction. Eugene’s cock looked like it would burst at the slightest touch. I thought I had no real interest in sucking — being sucked, sure, but sucking itself, not so much. That had been a narrow-minded thought. It seemed even that depended on the shape of the thing. Lucian thought as much, running his tongue around the inside of his own mouth.
He found himself wishing for just one drink. Or failing that, even water. There was a servant who would bring him whatever he wanted the moment he pulled the bell-cord, but Lucian wet his parched mouth with his own saliva. He wasn’t usually one to be shy or particular about appearances, but he had no desire to share this sight with anyone.
Having sufficiently wetted his mouth with saliva, Lucian — like someone who’d been clutching their starving stomach waiting for a feast to be laid out — swallowed Eugene’s cock whole in one go. Perhaps it was the pleasure of having the entire length swept and taken into his mouth all at once, but Eugene’s body trembled and his hips bucked upward. It was a lewd act, unbecoming of his station.
“Ha! Haah… ngh!”
When Eugene let out a moan and lifted his hips, Lucian playfully pressed him back down with his hands and lips. Eugene then tried to pull his hips away as if fleeing. No patience at all, how unbecoming of a noble. Like a strict tutor, Lucian gripped Eugene’s hips to keep him from escaping. Squeezing the soft, plump cheeks that fit perfectly into each hand and pulling him back in, Eugene could do nothing but tremble helplessly.
A wet, sticky sound of mucous membranes pressing together and pulling apart echoed through the room. Each time Lucian’s lips moved up and down, Eugene’s thighs quivered. As Lucian’s tongue traced along the shaft, occasionally grazing it lightly with his teeth as he thrust it diagonally into his mouth, Eugene responded each time.
“Mm… ngh.”
It wasn’t as if Lucian was doing anything extraordinary, yet before long Eugene’s breathing grew ragged as if he might pass out. Unable even to let out the sultry sounds that would heighten the foreplay, Eugene could only part his lips wide and gasp for breath again and again.
“Ah! Haah.”
Lucian let Eugene’s length puff out his cheek. As the hardened length rubbed against the tender flesh inside his mouth, Eugene writhed and shuddered. So sensitive, aren’t you. Since the reaction was so good, there was real pleasure in tormenting him. Lucian scoffed quietly with Eugene’s length still in his mouth.
“It feels… haa, ngh… so good. Ah… just a little… more… hnng.”
How on earth did someone with a body like this manage to stay hidden from the eyes of a libertine like Lucian Highwinter? With sensitivity and lewdness like this, how had he gone unnoticed all this time without a single rumor? Anyone who’d seen this would have worn the door down with how often they’d come back.
And not only that — surely just the sight of Eugene’s face would be enough to bring this image to mind. If I suck him here like this, how he’d writhe and what sounds he’d make — what man could possibly forget that?
I’m curious what kind of bastards’ faces I’d be looking at.
What kind of greedy person sealed his mouth shut so tightly? All that talk of recuperating due to poor health was probably just an excuse — maybe he’d actually been holed up at some villa the whole time? That was the sort of method widows mindful of public opinion, or wayward sons of strict families, typically used when enjoying parties with lovers under the name of a “salon.”
In this city alone, there were more such salons than could be counted. If that had been the case, it was irritating enough that he hadn’t been invited to that villa sooner.
The feeling of Eugene’s cock poking and twitching against his cheek suggested it might burst at any moment. The penis in his mouth pulsed and throbbed, and Eugene — his hips held fast, unable to move at all — let out moans and thrashed. The sight of it was striking enough to be burned into memory.
“Haah, mmh! Ngh… ah!”
He had no particular taste for enjoying someone’s suffering, but seeing that beautiful face scrunched up, overwhelmed, doubled his arousal. Watching someone who gave off an air of cool, aloof elegance fall to pieces from pleasure was an extremely erotic act. Anyone who’d seen Eugene like this would surely go hard just hearing his name and be unable to walk straight.
Whoever had passed through Eugene before, they must have wanted to keep him all to themselves. Lucian thought as much. He didn’t think he’d be able to forget anytime soon the sight of Eugene, caught like some pitiable creature, falling apart from pleasure like this. Of course, Eugene’s noble appearance gave him a faint sense of guilt, as if he were committing some great blasphemy — but even that stirred up a strange excitement in Lucian, only fueling him further.
Lucian rubbed his tongue along the shaft and slowly drew his lips back. As Eugene’s length, swallowed all the way to the root, slipped free from the tight, wet space, it twitched. Eugene twisted his body and pressed his thighs together, but his cock — at the peak of arousal — only asserted itself more insistently.
Lucian teased the stiffly upright tip with his tongue, tormenting it with light, kiss-like brushes of his lips before plunging it straight back into his mouth, all the way to the base. Eugene let out another gasping “hah” and shuddered. Lucian chuckled lowly with Eugene’s length still in his mouth.
Perhaps the faint vibration rumbling against his throat heightened Eugene’s sensitivity further — just as Lucian was about to suck him again, Eugene drew in a sharp breath. Held fast and unable to move at all, even his stiffly held head tilted back, and his lips fell open.
The cheeks gripped in Lucian’s palms tensed completely. His stomach caved deeply inward, and a large breath drawn in didn’t come back out. It was no more than the blink of an eye, but for that instant, Eugene Primrose froze completely. Sensing the change, Lucian, realizing too late, tried to pull the length from his mouth — but he was already a beat too slow.
“Hah…! Ha, ahh…!”
“Mmh…!”
As Eugene released the breath he’d been holding, Lucian let out a short groan at the same time. At the sensation of hot fluid filling his mouth all at once, Lucian frowned and tried to spit it out immediately — but an instinctive thrust of Eugene’s hips forced him to take in one more release into his mouth.
“Kuh… Hhm! Hmm!”
As Eugene’s length pushed against the back of his throat, Lucian coughed and spat out the flesh from his mouth. The cock, slick with saliva and semen, continued spilling release after release. The still-firm length rubbed against Eugene’s stomach and thighs here and there, painting them with thick, white fluid. Eugene’s lower body, which had been beautiful enough to seem sacred, had become messy and obscene. Sticky fluid clung here and there.
Lucian spat out what remained of the semen still in his mouth. The semen, mixed with saliva, dripped thickly down onto Eugene’s already-soiled body. Some of it had already slid down his throat, and Lucian let out a hoarse cough.
The cock, now covered in the fluid Lucian had spat out, still lay tilted against his stomach, continuing to release. Watching this, Lucian roughly wiped his lips, smeared with the thick fluid, with the back of his hand. Then, out of habit, he reached up to push back his disheveled hair — only to pause for a moment at the sight of his own semen-covered palm.
But seeming not to care, he ran his hand through his hair anyway, fluid and all. Then, looking down at Eugene, panting and drunk on pleasure, Lucian’s deeply furrowed expression relaxed.
“My, Eugene. However did you manage to stay hidden all this time?”
“Haah, haah… hnn.”
“So little patience, really.”
Eugene could only manage ragged breaths. His cock, still lingering with sensitivity, kept twitching and leaking clear fluid — not semen. Lucian dipped a finger into the clear fluid leaking from the half-softened length and smeared it lazily across Eugene’s body.
“Whatever sort of debauchery were you up to while I was away from Hyphaelion?”
In Lucian’s mind, Eugene Primrose’s profile was being rewritten all over again. It never occurred to Lucian, even for a moment, that Eugene might have just experienced his first release at someone else’s hands as an innocent virgin. That was simply because Lucian’s frame of reference was entirely shaped by himself and the upper-class sons of Hyphaelion around him.
