—Ugh…….
The body trembling before him was far smaller and more slender than his own. The pale silver hair made the white skin stand out even more. Long lashes lent the scene a beauty that was all the more poignant and melancholic. His eyes met those of that fragile young man. His lips were so red — how many times must he have bitten them for them to flush that deeply against such pale, wan skin.
The pitiful sight of him shaking so violently was what stopped Leonard from simply walking past. The foolish man, hunched over in fright without even knowing the danger, had been picking up shards of glass with his bare hands and cut himself in the process. And then the tears that had been pooling in his eyes spilled over with a soft drop — after that, Leonard couldn’t get the image of Ivan out of his head.
—Clean it up.
But even so, he spoke with firm resolve, and before Ivan fled the room, their eyes met one last time. Tears gathered in those pale sky-blue irises, making them shine all the more transparently — it was the very picture of a celestial, delicate, and lovely boy. Such fine features were rare. Even after Ivan bolted from the room, the image of that face refused to leave Leonard’s mind.
“Huu.”
Had he seduced his own father with a face like that. Ha. Practically a male prostitute, honestly. His looks were undeniably fair and beautiful. Delicate and easily frightened, he was like a rabbit — the sort one felt they could scoop up in a single hand. But a person like that was not his type. Someone so fragile was not only not his type — to the point of revulsion — but someone he had no desire to deal with at all.
He had seen countless people approach him feigning weakness, and every single one had left nothing but contempt in him. That was why, on the day the Duke brought Ivan home, it was the first time Leonard had ever failed to understand his own father.
After that first meeting, every subsequent encounter with Ivan only brought Leonard a sour, unsettled feeling. He loathed running into him and couldn’t stand the sight of him. And yet here he was, looking at him like this.
If his role here was to be a male prostitute, then he should simply do that and nothing more — all this unnecessary meddling was pointless.
With that thought in mind, Leonard turned his gaze aside. It was the spot where Ivan had fallen just moments ago. The area had been tidied spotlessly clean — not a shard of glass, not a trace of food. Yet a faint red mark remained, catching Leonard’s eye. It was unmistakably the bloodstain Ivan had left when the glass sliced his finger. It must have come from when he pressed his hand to the floor trying to get up.
“……The floor is dirty.”
“I apologize. I will wipe it immediately.”
Leonard said it quietly, looking away from the spot. One of the maids came out and wiped the place where Ivan had fallen clean once more. Leonard watched until Ivan’s bloodstain had disappeared entirely before resuming his meal.
Right. It’s not something I need to concern myself with.
He was his father’s man, and Leonard had no reason to think about him. After something like this had happened, there was no need to step in any further — he would simply go about things as he usually did. That was what Leonard told himself. But it didn’t go quite so easily as he had hoped.
The calm — if it could be called calm — afternoon passed, and night fell. Leonard lay on his bed in his quiet room, seeking sleep. He was a poor sleeper by nature and burned sleeping incense once every three days. Tonight was that night, and it was that very thing that became the problem.
Leonard felt something strange while he slept. A sensation of something pressing down on him, along with a restless shifting. And the blanket had vanished somewhere — a chill crept over him. A furrow formed between his brows. He had no choice but to open his eyes in a haze. And what entered his field of vision was nothing short of shocking.
“Hng…… Mmh…….”
Shimmering silver hair. Pale sky-blue irises. A boy with white skin was seated astride his body, his face slack and flushed, doing something to him. Leonard only knew one person with silver hair.
……A male prostitute?
Ivan was sitting on top of Leonard’s body. Leonard, caught off guard, tried to open his eyes wide and push himself upright. But strangely, his body would not obey. He couldn’t twitch so much as a finger, and while his eyes could move, his voice wouldn’t come, and he couldn’t turn his head. What on earth was happening. Leonard turned it over in his mind. Even in dreams he had never experienced something this vivid — was he in sleep paralysis, perhaps.
“Young Master, are you awake?”
Ivan sat atop him, gazing down lazily with a smile curving his eyes. Seeing his flushed face, Leonard wondered if he was hot — but this felt like something different entirely.
Whether he meant to or not, Ivan gave off an air of lewdness. No — it wasn’t just an air. He was lewd. That languid voice calling out to him sounded nothing short of obscene.
What in the world……..
Leonard couldn’t help but be rattled. He had never experienced sleep paralysis like this, and of all people, why was it this boy. He tried to move his body to wake himself from the dream but couldn’t move the way he wanted. Ivan, noticing his attempts, dipped his head low and brought his face close, then reached out and took Leonard’s hand, lacing their fingers together.
“Young Master, don’t move. When you move, hng…… it gets me even more excited.”
What……?
Ivan breathed out a hot sigh and tilted his waist in a seductive arch as he spoke, and Leonard’s brow furrowed again. What on earth did that mean. As Leonard studied him, he was struck with shock once more. And for good reason — Ivan wore nothing but a shirt on top, while his lower half was entirely bare as he sat atop Leonard’s body. In other words, he was half-naked on top of Leonard’s member, rubbing his backside against it and rolling his hips on his own.
What kind of dream was this.
Leonard could do nothing but stare at Ivan in stunned disbelief. Unable to move, how was he to push him away. As if he knew exactly what state Leonard was in, Ivan kept his lewd smile and lifted his upper body again. He released Leonard’s hand, slid his rear back, and positioned himself between Leonard’s legs — then lowered his head and pressed his lips to the front of Leonard’s trousers.
Peck.
A jolt.
Even in a dream, the sensation was vivid. As the soft pressure was felt through the thin fabric, Leonard shuddered. Ivan let out a moan as if his body burned even hotter and rubbed his lips against the front of the trousers. If it had only been his lips, that would have been one thing — but what came next was even more outrageous.
Ivan raised his rear high, buried his face entirely against the front of Leonard’s trousers, and with one hand reaching between his own buttocks, pushed his fingers inside his own hole.
“Haah…… Mmh, Young Master…… Young Masteeer…….”
Two fingers slipped in easily and began moving in and out of the opening. The wet, slick sound echoed through the room and rang sharply in Leonard’s ears. The face that had been buried at the front of his trousers lifted again, and then his teeth caught the waistband and tugged it down slightly — exposing his member. The member now bared before Ivan’s eyes was enormous and rigidly erect, twitching in the air.
“Haah…… just as I thought.”
As the enormous member was revealed before him, Ivan’s eyes lit up. He wet his lips and curved the corners of his mouth — how could someone be so obscene. If there were such a thing as a creature of pure lust, this was surely it — Ivan was not merely lewd, he was wanton. And watching that, Leonard felt himself harden further. The moment he felt it, Leonard bit down hard.
That I would be aroused by a male prostitute like that — it was something his pride would not allow. But his body, contrary to his thoughts, would not listen.
“Young Master…… I’ve wanted your cock so badly, Young Master.”
Ivan’s voice trembled with barely contained excitement as he spoke, rubbing his lips against the tip. Then he extended his tongue and lapped upward in a slow, wet stroke — and every single bit of that sensation set Leonard ablaze. Ivan gazed at Leonard with hazy, unfocused eyes. Still fingering his own hole, while sucking his cock with his mouth.
“My Young Master, your cock tastes so good. Haah, I want your cock buried in this lowly hole of mine, hng…… mmh, I want to be stuffed full and have you fill me up, Young Master.”
The tip disappeared into Ivan’s mouth, then was sucked wetly back out. The cock was so large it couldn’t even fit entirely in his mouth. Ivan trembled at the waist, maintaining his blissful smile while shaking his rear as he continued.
It was as though an alarm was ringing in his mind. Even if it was a dream, it felt far too real — if this went on, it might truly go all the way. Leonard strained with every ounce of effort to move even a finger or a toe. And it seemed to work — his index finger twitched slightly and moved.
“Hng…… hah. Young Master…….”
Ivan noticed it too. He had been lost in pleasure, fingering his hole and sucking on his cock — but his eyes slid slowly shut and open again, and in the next instant, he stopped entirely. Then, as if reluctant, he pulled his mouth from the member and withdrew his fingers from the opening.
It had all unfolded in a moment that felt both long and brief. Seemingly unsatisfied with not having enjoyed herself fully — him fully — Ivan smacked his lips and climbed back up Leonard’s body, this time settling himself atop his chest. Ivan brought his face close to Leonard’s.
“Really — what am I to do if you wake up already. I haven’t even finished enjoying myself yet.”
“……You……!”
Sound began to return to Leonard’s voice, little by little. Was the sleep paralysis finally lifting. Ivan let out a small sigh, pressed his lips lightly to Leonard’s cheek, and smiled again, deeply.
The beautifully curved corners of his eyes held a smile more than enough to bewitch anyone. And as the moonlight reflected off his pale naked body and hair, making them glow, Leonard couldn’t help but let his gaze be stolen entirely.
