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Please make sure no one’s looking behind your back.
When I call his name right beside his reddened ear, shivers once again wrack his body.
Sleeping while having him in my embrace is so comfortable and calming. But it’s not enough.
It’s not enough at all.
More. I want to touch him more.
Then I can feel more at ease.
Because this heat is solid evidence that he’s alive and here with me.
Since I can feel it, there’s no way this is just a dream or illusion.
This way, I won’t just find him gone once I wake up. Even if he tries to leave, I can grab him, and he won’t be able to escape.
As I kiss the corner of his lips, Lian turns his face and looks up at me, still looking like he’s about to cry.
As my face again approaches his, he closes his moist eyes. “…Just a little?” he asks, a quiver in his voice.
Close to his lips, I answer, “Just a little.”
Then he slowly raises his trembling pale arms and circles them around my neck.
I give him a peck, but his eyes remain closed, unmoving.
Does Lian also want to touch me?
If so, I’ll be so giddy with joy that I’ll have the urge to start shouting.
Just to be sure, I ask, “Can I?”
I get the same answer as before. “…Just a little,” he replies in a soft voice, releasing a shaky sigh.
This time, when I bend down for a deep kiss, his thin pale fingers grab the back of my shirt.
After taking off his pants and underwear, I wrap my hand around his dick, soft as a feather. And I stroke it.
Gradually, his dick grows harder as more blood rushes down.
Clear liquid trickles from the tip. Finding it wasteful to let the precum spill, I lick it clean. Lian jolts. Trembles. “Huh?! N-no, what are you—no, ah!”
I can feel him growing wetter on my tongue, so I lick along the length of his dick, from the base to the tip and all the way back. Again and again. Each time, Lian jolts and shivers, glaring at me with teary eyes.
“S-stop! Ah… ngh… It’s dirty!”
“It’s not. You just took a bath too.”
“Yeah, but… Ah, ngh, ugh!”
With my every lick, his cock twitches and grows even redder.
Finally, he cums. It’s too much for me to swallow, so a good portion of it overflows and spills onto my hand.
Based on Lian’s reactions, it looks like he feels good. I’m glad.
Still, I ask, “Does it feel good?”
He looks at me with teary eyes, face flushed and breathing rough. “You… idi…ot…”
Why’s he calling me an idiot again? How did I become an idiot in his eyes?
I give his cock one last full stroke, milking the last vestiges of his orgasm, and Lian lets out a faint moan.
I ask, “…Can you do the same with mine?”
I gaze at his side profile, which he tries to cover with his elbow. His light blue orbs, heated and trembling, stare at me hazily.
The moment he blinks, the tears that have accumulated in the corners of his eyes spill down his cheeks. They’re so clear and beautiful that it also feels wasteful to just have the sheets absorb them. So I lick those too.
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