BATTER 50

Flush to his chest with a deep crimson heat, Baron pulled Bijou into an embrace and collapsed with him onto the mattress. The narrow bed creaked and groaned under the momentum. After pinning his partner down, Baron rose to a sitting position on his knees. Looking down, he saw a pretty face overflowing with a chaotic mixture of worry, tension, fear, expectation, excitement, and curiosity.

Baron moved his hips in a loose, vertical rhythm, softly grinding against his own internal walls. A white-hot fever began to bloom. Alternating between melting relaxation and sharp rigidity, he searched for his own prostate. As the lewd friction repeated, his interior opened up more easily. As his muscles loosened, the hesitation vanished from his self-inflicted rocking. Baron opened himself up without reservation, let out a moan.

“Ngh, hah, ah, ugh…”

A breath as ragged as a pant was exhaled. His gasping Adam’s apple twitched as if continuously swallowing water. Baron braced his hands behind him and arched his back into a curve. The membrane wrapped tightly around the member was pulled downward, and his arched waist convulsed briefly. Then, with a wet thud, he impaled himself on the cock once more. Driven by his body weight, the glans scoured his insides and struck the protruding bulb head-on.

“Kh-ugh, ah, haa!”

As the most vulnerable spot was prodded, a lightning bolt of pleasure struck his vision. It was a sharp, chilling ecstasy that crawled up his spine in reverse. In response, his hole contracted violently, as if it were trying to bite the cock clean off.

“Nng! Hh, hng…”

Bijou’s body, lying between his knees, also jerked upward. He grabbed at Baron’s firm thighs as if trying to push them down, but his hands eventually slid away. Beads of sweat trickled down the bridge of his nose and forehead. His sweaty skin, contrary to its bold and clean lines, was flushed with a wanton color. Having found his “feel-good spot,” Baron began to bounce his hips in short bursts, focusing his strikes right there.

“Ah, ah-hng, ah! Haa!”

Just as tapping below the knee makes a foot kick involuntarily, every time his prostate was crushed by the cock, a reflexive moan tore past his tongue. The short, rough groans sounded like he was enduring boundless ecstasy, yet also like he was weathering a foreign pain. The boy, rocking and groaning beneath his waist, asked:

“Nng, is, is it good? Is it good? Are you, feeling, good too?”

“Go-od, ugh, hng.”

An unintended moan caught on Baron’s lips as he tried to answer immediately. His distorted face shook as if it might collapse. Though trembling all over, he didn’t stop the movement of his hips. A thick, coarse rapture turned into steam, hanging off the tips of his eyelashes. It looked as if it would spill over the moment he blinked.

“Ah-ugh, it’s good, it’s so good, ah…!”

The glans squelched as it crushed the sodden prostate. Baron’s broad shoulders jerked upward, and his head fell back. A pure white flame was searing his brain. The heat radiating from the brilliant pleasure felt as if it would not only flush his body red but melt and burn him away entirely.

“Ah, ah…”

Baron, who had been shuddering and unable to lift his head for a while, finally showed his face. Like a mischievous boy, the droplets hanging from the corners of his long, dark eyes rolled slowly down his lined eye sockets and cheeks.

“Why don’t you… thrust harder…”

“Are you… certain…?”

No sooner had the whisper ended than a heavy thud from below bounced against Baron’s pelvis. As a sudden surge of heat pierced his waist, he wore a dazed expression for a moment before quickly baring his canines in a delighted grin. The laughter died quickly as the glans struck his ultimate point in succession.

“Ah, ah, kh, ah-gh, ah!”

Firm flesh slapped together loudly. From the junction where they collided and tore apart, fully melted fluid splattered. Baron didn’t let his waist rest for a second, keeping it stiffly tensed as he rocked his body to the boy’s rhythm.

“It’s good, right? Nng, it is, right?”

“Ah-ugh, I said, it’s good, hng, aah…”

Bijou’s questions repeated as if he needed constant confirmation. Baron muttered the same words over and over, as if trying to carve the answer into the boy’s memory.

“It’s good, darling, it feels, good, hng-ugh.”

“Nng, ngh, Baron, ngh…”

“Go-od, kh-ugh, ugh, good, it’s good, babe, nng…”

Even the words “it feels good” gradually blurred into a muddy mess. His lower abdomen and genitals were tensed so hard they began to ache with a tingle. An unbearable urge to ejaculate, almost akin to the urge to urinate, filled his gut.

Unconsciously, Baron dug his short, blunt nails into Bijou’s shoulders. And at that moment, into the passage that was filled to its absolute limit, something thick and warm poured in. Bijou’s member was pulsing, vomiting out its discharge against the swollen prostate. For a split second, his vision stung, and then everything ahead was washed in white.

“…!”

After all that noise, the actual moment of climax was silent. Baron bit his lip hard, threw his head back, and came. As if it had been waiting a long time, thick semen spilled out from his front in surges. Because he was sitting upright, white traces were splattered across his well-defined abdominal muscles. The color of the semen, standing out sharply against his dark gold skin, looked exceptionally lewd.

While he spilled his hazy seed outward, a globby discharge was sprayed into his gut. The squelching mucilage filled his winding intestines to the brim. His body, frozen stiff in the peak of climax, shuddered at this strange sense of fullness and savored the lingering afterglow.

“Ah… ugh…”

Only after the strongest impact subsided did a sound leak from his mouth. Once the long ejaculation finished, Bijou slowly withdrew his member. Perhaps because the sensation was so eerie, Baron curled his toes tight and shivered until the cock was completely out.

Though he hadn’t drawn blood, the hole—which had suffered a minor abrasion—was swollen and reddish. The slightly open orifice didn’t close immediately; instead, it repeated a cycle of contraction and relaxation, leaking out the gel that filled its interior bit by bit. Between his spread thighs, the transparent mucus was thick. It looked as if he had ejaculated from the back as well.

“Whew… nng.”

Baron, catching his breath for a good while, rubbed and wiped away the liquid on his legs. His hands were covered in viscous slime. As he adjusted his posture, the fluid still pooled inside clumped together and slid out, giving him a peculiar sensation.

Baron frowned slightly at the squirming feeling inside, then gave a wicked grin and lay down diagonally next to Bijou. Bijou, whose cooling functions hadn’t fully activated yet, was as warm and damp as a pillow on a summer night. Baron let out a faint, chuckling laugh against that soft, tender ear.

“So, how does it feel, topping someone for the first time?”

“Hmm…”

Despite the explicit word choice, Bijou chose to deliberate seriously instead of being embarrassed.

“Do you wish for me to express it in a quantified manner, or do you prefer a verbal method?”

“You’re going to give your sex partner a score? Seriously, don’t do that.”

“Acknowledged. From my perspective, it was a satisfactory sexual act.”

“Haha, right? Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Baron couldn’t deny the “feeling good” part either. How could he? He’d just devoured this unknowingly merciful and slightly crazed tin angel, had a brilliant start to his experience with the back, and he couldn’t even complain about a little chafing.

Bijou straightened his messily disheveled clothes and lay back down. It wasn’t like he was trying to act like a virgin now, but there was less laughter in his eyes. When he wasn’t smiling, his somewhat sharp gaze reminded Baron of a silver dagger. Baron placed his index finger on the delicately sculpted inner corner of the boy’s eye and traced it slowly. From the rounded curve of the eyeball to the touch of the smooth eyelid, down to the thin, sharp taper of the outer corner.

At the tip of his thick finger, those eyes—blue like the light of a distant nebula—lingered on Baron’s face for a long time. Blue stars crossing the rounded sky of a midnight sun. After some time, Bijou reported the result of his long observation.

“I think you are a difficult person.”