BATTER 47

A trace of rather unholy pleasure spreads across Baron’s brass-colored eyes. His hardened lower body rubs against the naked groin before him. Baron undoes his belt and buckle, releasing his semi-erect member. He then proceeds to stroke his erection against Bijou’s thigh.

The penis, somewhat dark in hue with prominent veins, isn’t quite as tidy as it appeared from the outside; transparent moisture has already beaded at the tip of the glans. With the hand that was stroking Bijou’s member, he overlaps his grip to hold both together and begins to shake them slowly. As he rubs firmly from the wetting crown of the glans down to the base where coarse pubic hair grazes, the sound of skin colliding creates a loud, squelching friction.

“Kh-ut, whew…”

A crease forms between his brows, which had been mischievous or relaxed until now. His waist is already twitching back and forth. Like a male dog that has found the right moment, Baron moves his pelvis against the empty air. Completely flushed with heat, he spreads the other man’s legs wide, which keep trying to squeeze shut.

Bijou’s joints, which were always so compliant, feel stiff for a fleeting moment. Baron lets out a low sigh and slowly rubs his fully erect member against the inside of the slender thighs. There is no pressure, but the sensation of soft flesh winding around him is incredibly tantalizing.

While he feasts on the tender inner-thigh flesh, pushing upward, his own half-discarded trousers get in the way, so he shoves them off haphazardly. Thus, wearing nothing but socks above his ankles, he dallies between Bijou’s legs. The glans, which has begun to leak fluid bit by bit, leaves wet trails as it touches the white skin. The taut thighs twitch briefly as they get wet. He can feel the stiffened skin through his sensitive foreskin. Baron brushes his sweat-soaked bangs off his forehead and laughs.

“What, are you nervous? Then I’ll let you take me.”

Since supply is mediated by demand, Baron Lin has strictly adhered to the “top” position until now. Therefore, the offer to let the other take him was, at best, a wicked joke. Or at least it was, until the kid shook his head with an excessively solemn face.

“Physical strain may follow the first insertion. In that case, it’s better for me to be in pain than you!”

Bijou declares this with grave sincerity. Regardless, it isn’t the kind of expression one should make in the middle of having fun. In the end, Baron forgets what he was about to do next and lets out a boisterous laugh. After bowing his head and laughing “haha” for a long while, he lifts his head over the boy’s knees and speaks.

“Is being the one to do the drilling something you need to say with such a serious face?”

“But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You mean you don’t want to hurt a ‘human.’”

Baron grins sarcastically. His pride was slightly wounded by the underlying premise that he would inevitably be the one in pain. Even if no pain followed, he was currently being quite shameless. The shameless man let his mouth run brazenly.

“What are you going to do, being so soft-hearted? If you accidentally hurt me later, I bet you’ll wail your eyes out.”

“Yes, so I’m trying my absolute best not to make even a mistake like that!”

Bijou firmly clasps both hands together. Once again, it isn’t a tone or expression suited for a pillow talk. The eyes staring into the face of the machine—so honest and diligent in every matter—suddenly curve ominously.

“Oh, really?”

A look like a wolf that has found a new game. It’s very similar to the expression he makes when he catches an interesting scent. At the same moment Bijou’s electronic brain recognizes this “change,” Baron shifts his posture, casting a shadow over Bijou’s shoulders. By placing shoulder under shoulder and waist under waist, a clear predatory intent can be read in the posture that traps the entire body.

“Then give it your best shot. Actually, at first, I thought about just taking you apart until you couldn’t speak, but…”

Mm, no. That’s a joke, haha. He adds meaningless words between the upcoming sentences and laughs.

“I’ve decided it might be more fun to watch you fret and worry that I might get hurt.”

“I don’t… understand what you mean.”

Bijou mumbles his usual phrase. In fact, it seems like he might already half-understand. Baron curves his long eyes in an infuriatingly smug way and grabs the member standing beneath Bijou. Since he never used gender as a criterion when bringing someone to his bed, he had held many cocks in his time; he would judge this one as a fine specimen in terms of both girth and length. Since he’s a machine reflecting an ideal, it isn’t surprising. Baron continues brazenly.

“Since you’ve got such a good cock, you might as well use it.”

“Wh-what?”

Perhaps due to the crude word, the boy stammers uncharacteristically for a machine. The shameless human Baron Lin spits out embarrassing words without a second thought.

“Believe it or not, it’s my first time in the back. Take this chance to learn how to hurt someone. I’ll even forgive you if you draw blood.”

As he lowers his pelvis, the boy’s member, standing tall at the perineum, grazes him. It is slightly damp, perhaps from the pre-cum smeared when they were rubbing together earlier. Baron, still wearing a smile, slowly moves his hips back and forth in close contact. Each time, the glans rubs slightly against his testicles and perineum. On the other hand, it feels as if Bijou’s speech is getting faster and faster.

“You can proceed with the original plan; I don’t mind how much it hurts…!”

“I’m saying I hate the way you’re insisting on being the one in pain for my sake.”

“But could we just not put it in? Depending on the situation, pressure can provide as much satisfaction as insertion!”

God, even when I’m letting him top, he talks too much… After a brief listen, Baron offers a simple rebuttal.

“And do you have the technique to pull that off?”

“Um…”

After a hesitation that doesn’t even buy him much time, the boy speaks up bashfully.

“It isn’t… perfected yet…”

I bet it isn’t. He gives a short laugh in agreement and moves his hand back down to the boy’s crotch. The pressure that had been making Bijou go rigid once again envelops both cocks.

“Doesn’t look like it’ll be perfected today, at least.”

“Nng…!”

“Both of us, whew… need to reach the end, don’t we?”

As if regretting having to stop for a moment, his broad palm picks up speed and sweeps over their privates. Each time the shafts rub together, the wet skin creates a squelching friction sound. Hot breaths mix between the moist friction sounds. Like a kettle on a fire, Bijou’s heated face is completely flushed red. The most regrettable and clearly different part was that he didn’t scream even when the time came.

“Well, since you asked me to teach you…”

As he presses down on the tiny opening at the very tip of the glans, the white, straight shoulders jump and tremble.

“Ah!”

“Remember this well.”

The gasp that bursts out from the narrow roof of the boy’s mouth is quite satisfying. A single thick vein rises on Baron’s stiffening lower belly, twitching like a snake. It’s obvious what it wants to devour. Hot sweat trickles down his smooth forehead.

The android wasn’t the only one who wanted to whimper; a fire was also passing through the area below Baron’s navel, which he kept covered in a layer of composure like leather. Still, since he didn’t want to be asking for “forgiveness” later, he moved his hand with as much patience as possible.

Baron gazes with interest at the face twitching with eyes tightly shut. The face bathed in the clear light of the glass greenhouse suddenly overlaps with it. The holy silver light that hovered over the clean features flickers and fades into the reddish skin and the color of the heat.

A strange pleasure sliding down his eye sockets and spine makes him frown and smile. Baron speaks against the ear that twitches every time he touches the red, slick surface of the glans.

“Move your hips, babe.”

“Ye-es…”

He is very obedient, at least regarding things that pose no risk of injury. The waist, arched before unfamiliar sexual stimulation, keeps flinching but willingly begins to move up and down. It looks as if he is imitating Baron’s movements. It was quite a commendable sight.

“Doing good. Such a good boy.”