Ivan rose from where he had been sitting. His legs had gone numb and his body swayed for a moment, but he quickly pressed his hand against the wall to steady himself. Now that a plan had come to him, there was no holding back from putting it into action. It was a sudden idea, riddled with gaps, but when he considered the date of the Duke’s return, he would need to begin tonight if he wanted to enjoy even a little more time.
“Dawn should do it.”
Ivan hummed quietly to himself. He turned and made his way slowly back to his room, his very footsteps sounding light and easy.
And so night came, and Ivan slipped quietly out of his room. The time was just past two in the morning. Whether everyone had fallen asleep, the Duke’s estate was silent. Ivan moved with measured steps toward Leonard’s room.
His own quarters and Leonard’s room were some distance apart. But with no one about, there was no risk of being caught out here — so Ivan made his way to Leonard’s room at a leisurely pace.
Upon arriving at the door, Ivan first peered through the gap to look inside. He needed to be prepared in case Leonard had not yet gone to bed. If the room were bright, a thin sliver of light would seep through the gap. But no light crept through at all.
Confirming that the room was dark, Ivan carefully took hold of the door handle. He applied the gentlest pressure, and thankfully the unlocked door swung open slowly. It glided open without a sound — perfectly suited to letting Ivan slip inside unnoticed. And so Ivan vanished into the darkness.
“Ugh…… the smell.”
The moment he entered the room, the scent of sleeping incense hit him full in the face. It was not a fragrance Ivan found pleasant, so he covered his nose with his sleeve and moved through the room searching for where Leonard lay. Like the Duke’s chambers, this place too was vast, endlessly vast. A sitting room, a bathroom, several smaller rooms, a dressing room — it was less a room than an entire house. Through this sprawling space, Ivan searched for the bedroom.
“How suffocating.”
As he drew closer to the bedroom, the scent grew thicker still. If it was already this strong from the doorway, how potent must it be up close. Ivan wrinkled his brow and stepped into the bedroom to check on Leonard’s state. Leonard’s eyes were firmly shut. The darkness made it difficult to see clearly, but the soft glow of candlelight was enough to make out his silhouette. Ivan looked down at Leonard for a moment, then reached over and poked him lightly in the cheek. What was he planning to do if he woke up. But fortunately there was no reaction, which made it clear he was sleeping deeply. Ivan relaxed and blew out the candle.
Pff.
The candle snuffed out easily at the slight breath, revealing a half-burned black wick. A pale wisp of smoke curled upward from its tip. Ivan’s brow furrowed slightly.
To do what he needed to do, he first had to get rid of this smell……
The scent needling at the tip of his nose was not unfamiliar, but it was not welcome either. Feeling something unpleasant stir within him, Ivan glanced around and spotted the nearest window, and opened it. The moment it swung open, cold air rushed in, and with it, the smoke drifted outward — and the air in the room began to clear.
Now he could breathe.
Ivan drew in a deep breath. The crisp night air filled him to the brim. Standing by the window, savoring the sensation, Ivan startled at the faint sound of shifting behind him. The incense had already dissipated, and the cool breeze now flooding the room had made Leonard twitch and stir in his sleep.
“Ah, right.”
At his movement, Ivan approached Leonard as though he had nearly forgotten something. He climbed lightly onto the bed and settled himself astride Leonard’s body. He leaned down to study Leonard’s face at leisure, and a satisfied smile spread across his lips.
“Like father, like son, they say.”
Whether it was from inheriting the blood of a Duke who possessed remarkable looks, Leonard’s features were luminous. Ivan reached out and stroked Leonard’s cheek gently, then let his hand travel down to his nape and feel along it, before pressing his thumb firmly into a specific pressure point. At once, the restless movement ceased in an instant, and Leonard sank back into deep unconsciousness. Or rather, it would be fair to say he had briefly lost consciousness. Ivan unhurriedly ran his hands over Leonard’s body.
His touch traveled from the nape to the collarbone, then down across the chest and toward the stomach. The firm muscles he felt beneath his fingertips sent a tremor through Ivan’s chest. His hand descended with barely concealed anticipation until it reached the front of Leonard’s trousers. This time it was not just his fingertips but his whole palm that settled over it. When it filled his palm and still spilled beyond it, the corners of Ivan’s eyes curved with pleasure.
“Haah…… this is really something.”
Both his cheeks flushed at the same moment, and at the mere thought of confirming what lay hidden inside, Ivan’s own member swelled in an instant.
Leonard would likely wake within ten or so minutes. He needed to prepare before that.
Ivan did not hesitate for a moment. He stripped off his trousers at once and let them fall beside the bed, underwear and all. His bright red member stood upright against his white skin, making its presence known. He had already sent himself over the edge last night fingering his own hole alone. Whether to be pleased about having so much desire or not — he wasn’t sure.
Ivan wet his lips and reached down, rubbing against the front of Leonard’s trousers. The member that filled his palm was an object of genuine magnitude. He had wondered if there could really be another as large as the Duke’s, and here it was, right beside him all along. And this was while it was still unaroused — something this large could only mean it was comparable to the Duke’s in size, or perhaps even larger.
“Our Young Master. What a fine face you have — and what a fine thing down here too.”
To hold someone in contempt with a body like this. How terrifying. He wanted this cock inside his hole right now — wanted to be degraded, cursed at, ruined and taken again and again until he was a complete wreck. What expression would he make when Ivan’s insides were filled to the brim with his desire.
“Hng…… haah.”
Naturally, he lifted his rear and settled it over Leonard’s member. The soft flesh of his buttocks pressed into his groin, and the member slid between the cleft of his rear. The hot warmth below, the weight of it, the pressure — all of it together made arousal utterly unavoidable.
“This is really unfair.”
The thought of simply savoring the weight of it for a moment vanished in an instant. His hips moved on their own. His upper body rocked as though riding from above, and his rear naturally pressed, enveloped, and ground against the member in turn. Whether from that stimulation or not, Leonard twitched and opened his eyes briefly — and his wandering gaze soon landed on Ivan.
And as expected, his reaction was one of shock — but since he was still unable to speak, only the expression of disbelief and the look in his eyes reached Ivan. No voice, no movement — yet that gaze alone was enough to send a shiver running through Ivan.
This is really unfair.
He had to revise the plan of teasing him just a little. He couldn’t end things at mere grinding in a situation this charged with desire.
“Hng…… mmh, Young M-aster…….”
He lowered his body and buried his face against Leonard’s member. He had meant to save the tasting for tomorrow, but he couldn’t hold himself back. He had to taste it right now. He pulled down the front of the trousers and the underwear beneath — and at the distinct shape now bared before his eyes, Ivan couldn’t help but open them wide. What lay hidden beneath the clothes was far larger than what he’d felt — even unaroused, it far surpassed the erect members of most men he had known. Was this not a weapon.
Even as the thought crept through his mind, a bright, unguarded smile spread across Ivan’s face. Ivan extended his tongue and licked upward along the shaft. How long must it be, for his tongue to take this long just to reach the tip. Ivan moved with satisfaction, quickening the hand working his own rear hole. He had to stretch his jaw to its limit just for the tip to barely fit — it strained his jaw — but still he wanted to take it fully in his mouth and pushed his jaw wider still.
At the same time, his tongue worked around the tip in teasing circles. Even immobilized as he was, Leonard was evidently feeling the stimulation — soft moans began to reach Ivan’s ears. The member twitching inside his mouth swelled steadily larger.
His already-strained jaw trembled from the tightness. Just as he startled slightly at the strain and glanced aside — the slight twitch of Leonard’s index finger entered Ivan’s field of vision.
Ah — so this is where tonight ends.
Leonard had woken far sooner than expected. Or perhaps Ivan had lost track of time, drunk on pleasure — either way, the regret was undeniable. For the sake of the perfect plan, he couldn’t afford to be greedy here. So, before Leonard could regain full control of his body, Ivan brought his hand back to his neck and pressed firmly on that same spot. Leonard went limp at once, all tension leaving his body, and the eyes that had been fixed on Ivan slipped shut beneath their lids and disappeared.
“Sleep well, Young Master. Don’t forget the dream.”
Leonard would wake again. And when he did, he would be caught between wondering whether all of this was a dream or reality, thrown into confusion. Ha — how delightful that bewildered look of his would be to see.
Ivan let his smile linger as he stopped what he had been doing and rose. To make Leonard believe all of this was a dream, he needed to put things back in order.
And so Ivan straightened Leonard’s clothes and remade the bed, then dressed himself properly before lighting the sleeping incense once more. The lit incense filled the room with smoke in no time at all. He closed the window and checked the state of the room — the only thing different from when he’d arrived was Leonard’s member, still erect and agitated, unable to subside.
What sort of reaction would he have tomorrow. Ivan left the room with that suggestive smile still on his lips, returned to his own, and had no choice but to quietly soothe his own desire alone using the implement the Duke had left behind.
Two days. Would he be able to win him over in two days. No — it would be more than enough.
Ivan was confident in his plan. He was confident in his own body, too — and since Leonard was the Duke’s son, it stood to reason that his appetites and tastes would resemble his father’s. Two days, then, would be more than enough to bring him over.
