S C A N D A L

Chapter Nineteen

Spasm shook him to the fingertips as without hesitation, Shiro took the whole thing into his mouth, letting the tongue roll over as he moved back and forth along the length of his shaft. Kurou groaned and laced his fingers at the back of his neck, in an attempt to push more of him inside. How much time had passed since he was teased this way, his breath grew ragged and his throat parched as he cried for relief. For someone inexperienced, Shiro certainly was doing a great job that his hotly erect member was so engorged as to press the veins and capillaries to the bursting point.

"Hold...hold on," Kurou raised himself up through his elbows, but it was a mistake to look down seeing himself inside Shiro's mouth who gazed back at him with innocent eyes. Great. Now he was more aroused!

Shiro broke away and let his member pop out of his mouth but his hand stroked it gently. "You don't like it?"

"What?" Kurou couldn't believe he would even ask the question. "Of course, I like it. See, it's very hard. But...how did you learn to..."

"Research."

Kurou's face dims a little. "What kind of research?" he demanded.

Shiro giggled at his query. "It's not what you think---"

"It better not be what I think!" Without further ado, Kurou switched the position and Shiro was now lying underneath him. "My turn."

Before Shiro could complain, Kurou's mouth and tongue were already exploring his mouth, breathing the same air and licking possessively. He barely felt his hand tugging the knot of his robe until it revealed what he was seeking. For a moment, Kurou gazed down at his perfectly sculpted body. The last time he saw Shiro naked was when he emerged from the steaming pool and the fog covered his nudity, yet, he had a clear glimpse of him that Kurou had never forgotten since. Up until now, it didn't fail to amaze him.

"My God," he breathed, "You are beautiful."

Although Shiro was trembling visibly, he didn't fight the urge as Kurou bit his lower lip, completely taking the robe off until he was completely naked. "Take off your clothes too..." he shyly said, pulling his upper shirt.

Kurou chuckled and he did remove the last piece of his clothing. They shared a kiss once more, possibly a mere ten minutes but it was enough for Shiro's head to throbbed to the core of his brain. Grinding his thighs against Kurou only intensified the agony, and even his field of vision misted. He felt Kurou's finger circle his nether regions, and convulsions surged through him that his own shaft stood up.

Kurou smiled and teased his mouth once more, poking his hole but never going through then broke away and stood up. Shiro's face was so shook that it was almost comically desperate. But he was awarded a moment to admire the Adonis in front of him.

Kurou had always carried himself with a supple grace, his expression filled with mischief. He took in the striking countenance of a beautiful yet merciless man who seemed not to possess a speck of vulnerability. "Wait here..."

He walked confidently without a piece of clothing to his room connecting to Shiro's, and when he came back, he was holding a balm container. Shiro was still lying idly in the bed but his eyes narrowed at the sight of the man. "What is that?"

Returning to the bed, Kurou opened the container. "This," he said, "is for me not to hurt you."

"Oh," Shiro thought that his cousin told him about this. But he had never seen one in such a small container, and he also didn't expect it to smell enticing.

"It's edible too," his husband grinned and scooped a large amount and watched Shiro draw his eyebrows tightly together. "Shall I introduce you to something different?"