Vol 6 Bonus track 3

When Peter pressed the doorbell, it opened. “Come on in,” Philip greeted him, stepping aside when Peter hesitated on the threshold. “There’s no one home. Everyone’s off on a trip to France.”

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

Philip blinked, surprised. “What?”

 

“Isn’t it because of me that you didn’t get to go on that trip?”

 

Philip simply looked at Peter. Hadn’t he told him he had issues with his family’s decision? Maybe Peter hadn’t understood.

 

“I’m sure you were looking forward to a family trip…”

 

Philip never understood the appeal of vacations; changing locations didn’t change anything, so he saw no point in them. It felt natural that he’d be left out; all he felt about travel was irritation.

 

“Yeah, sure. I was looking forward to it.” At that, Peter’s face fell noticeably, and Philip had to stifle a laugh. He’d been looking forward, alright—to the time he’d spend alone with Peter.

 

Since climbing into Peter’s room and sharing that kiss, Philip couldn’t think of anything else, whether awake or asleep. He was no stranger to desire; he’d had s*x whenever he felt the need and didn’t mind his partner. But he could swear he didn’t want to “have s*x” with just anyone—he wanted to have it with Peter.

 

“…Sorry.” Seeing Peter’s gloomy expression, Philip felt a tightening in his lower body. The thought of being intimate with him wouldn’t leave his mind. He found himself staring at Peter’s lips, wondering if Peter would still apologize if he knew what fantasies he’d been having.

 

“As long as we enjoy our time together, that’s what matters,” Philip said. The words brought color back to Peter’s cheeks. It was easier to coax Peter into things than it was to take candy from a child.

 

“Yes, let’s do that.”

 

How could they possibly enjoy geometry homework? Unless they did it without clothes on, that seemed impossible.

 

“Alright.”

 

Philip swallowed his inner words and went up to the second floor with Peter. As soon as they entered the room, Peter hurried to the window.

 

“You didn’t throw it away.”

 

It was the potted plant Peter had left as a gift. On that day, unable to contain his anger, Philip had thrown it aside, but an employee had replanted it. He thought it was a useless thing to do, but seeing Peter’s happy face made him think differently.

 

“Since it was a gift.”

 

At those insincere words, the boy laughed shyly and gently stroked the leaves, as if they were precious.

 

“Is that all you can see?”

 

“What?”

 

“Shouldn’t you pay more attention to me?”

 

Philip pointed to himself playfully and laughed. Peter’s face flushed red. Not knowing what to do, Peter gripped his bag strap tightly, and Philip’s gaze naturally drifted toward the bed.

 

…Should I do it?

 

“Here, this…”

 

Peter rummaged through his bag and pulled something out.

 

“What is it?”

 

“I thought it would be nice to eat this while doing homework together… so I brought it.” Peter took out a sandwich wrapped in brown paper. He seemed to recall the times when Philip often took his lunch at the bench. The refrigerator was already packed with food made by a top-tier chef, but that didn’t matter.

 

“Thanks. I did think of this occasionally.” Philip accepted the sandwich from Peter’s hands. The boy smiled happily, his cheeks puffing up. Imagining putting himself in Peter’s mouth, Philip unwrapped the sandwich. Peter also unwrapped his sandwich and started eating.

 

“Should I bring something to drink?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“What would you like?”

 

“Just something cold.”

 

Philip went downstairs and returned with juice and ice water on a tray. By then, Peter had already taken out his notebook and started on his homework. Philip placed the tray on the table and sat across from him.

 

Peter thanked him and took the juice, then silently moved his pen. Philip grabbed a random book from his bag and leaned back, casting a sideways glance at Peter. His expression was serious as he stared at his notebook with his lips pressed together.

 

“Is it difficult?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Which part?”

 

After hesitating a little, Peter answered honestly. Philip couldn’t help but laugh.

 

“Hahaha.”

 

The boy casually showed his weaknesses. It was a foolish way to do things, yet even that felt endearing. His mind must have been in a strange place.

 

“…Don’t laugh.”

 

Feeling embarrassed, Peter muttered in a slightly sulky voice.

 

“Ah, sorry. Let me see. I’ll explain from the beginning.”

 

There was a trace of laughter in Philip’s voice as he spoke.

 

“No, it’s fine. You have your own homework to do…”

 

“I already finished mine.”

 

He had called him over under the pretense of doing nonexistent homework.

 

“It’s okay. I’ll do it.”

 

“How many problems did you solve here?”

 

“None.”

 

When Philip silently held out his hand, Peter hesitated before handing over his notebook. Philip took a pen and began explaining the problems. Peter nodded earnestly as he listened.

 

“Then, do you think you can understand this?”

 

“Yes… a little.”

 

“Then try solving it.”

 

As he handed the notebook back, Peter earnestly started working on the problem with his pen. But when things didn’t go as he wanted, he frowned and bit the tip of his pen.

 

“Where’s the difficult part?”

 

Philip leaned forward and asked. Peter leaned his notebook in and moved closer, releasing a sweet scent.

 

“I get it up to here, but then this part…” A slight warmth brushed against his arm as they barely touched. Peter quickly withdrew his arm.

 

“I-I’ll try solving it.”

 

Peter leaned back against the chair with his notebook clutched in his hands, but his gaze remained entangled in the air. Philip leaned forward and kissed him. Gripping the armrest, they parted their lips and intertwined their tongues. His mind was soaked in a dizzying excitement. The veins on Philip’s hands gripping the armrest stood out.

 

Their tongues teased each other, stirring a sense of intimacy and arousal—a mechanism of kissing. Sucking on someone else’s lips and taking in their saliva wasn’t particularly pleasant, but it was a suitable way to set the mood.

 

“Haa…”

 

A shallow breath escaped from the boy’s parted lips as they separated.

 

Peter’s kiss was terrible. He didn’t know where to place his tongue or how to use it. He even forgot how to breathe while kissing, gasping for air only after pulling away each time.

 

An inefficient movement, far from the mechanics of a proper kiss.

 

Even so…

 

“Haa… haa.”

 

Peter’s cheeks were flushed with blood from holding his breath. The sight stirred Philip, feeling a tightness below. He was surprised at how aroused he could get from a novice who didn’t even know how to kiss properly. He felt like he could kiss him all night. If it hadn’t been for Peter’s parents that day, they might never have left that room.

 

Just as Philip leaned forward to kiss him again, Peter hesitantly turned his gaze away and mumbled.

 

“…I need to work on my homework.”

 

“Can’t I do it all for you?”

 

“What?”

 

“Your homework. I’ll do it all, so…”

 

He kissed Peter’s small lips, his round cheeks, and the corners of his eyes in turn. He never imagined he would make such a humiliating request to a man, offering to do his homework in exchange for kisses.

 

“Hmm?”

 

Seeking permission, he kissed each of Peter’s fingers in turn. With each kiss, Peter’s fingers trembled slightly, turning a shy shade of red. If he could, he’d strip the boy’s clothes and cover his entire body with kisses right now.

 

“…No.”

 

Peter shook his head. Philip slowly straightened up, feeling like cold water had been poured on his eagerness.

 

“Sorry. I guess I was the only one with those thoughts.”

Peter grabbed Philip’s hand. Peter’s neck, which was lowered, was red enough to make him cry.

“·… Even if you don’t do the homework… No, I was thinking about something else too….” 

He collapsed and kissed him as he heard the voice continue. He put his hand inside the boy’s shirt. The feeling of soft skin was transmitted through his palm.

He picked up Peter. He took him to the bed and laid him down, and he climbed on top of him. He thrust his tongue into his parted small lips as if F*cking him.

“Haa… Heh..”

Every time he brushed his tongue against the soft and weak tongue inside his mouth, Peter groaned without fail. A cruel desire boiled over him. Philip grabbed Peter’s face as if he was wrapping it around it and sucked his lips.

The day he kissed him in the boy’s room, he returned home and masturbated all night. Just thinking about that slender body he had hugged a few hours ago made him very excited. 

“Haa… haa..”

In the gap between their lips, Peter barely managed to breathe like someone who had just landed. The more they kissed, the thirstier he became. He wanted more. More, just a little more…

… That was when Peter trembled as if he was surprised by something and pulled back. Philip also stopped kissing him at the same time.

The first thing he saw was Peter’s eyes, filled with fear.

Philip asked, “Why?”

He didn’t understand the situation, and he even felt a little wronged. All he did was hug and kiss her. Even a thirteen-year-old wouldn’t blink an eye.

“Oh, there..”

Peter leaned forward awkwardly and pulled his clothes to cover between his legs. Only then did he realize what he was afraid of. 

“There, that is, this… I didn’t do this on purpose…” 

Peter continued to make excuses with a pale face.

“You must be upset because this is your first time with a man, oh, it’s my first time too, but I’m not upset, so…” As Philip stared silently, tears eventually welled up in Peter’s large eyes.

“… I’m sorry.”

His eyelashes, soaked in shame, fluttered. Philip pushed Peter’s shoulders and laid him back on the bed. Then he rubbed his genitals, which had grown hard, against Peter’s groin.

Peter gasped.

“I did it on purpose.” Philip slowly moved his waist.

“I kissed you, touched you, looked at you on purpose to get you excited… Even now, it’s still in my head…”

Philip swallowed as if suppressing his excitement. They could clearly feel each other’s excitement through the cloth.

“I want to.” Philip looked straight into Peter’s eyes and revealed his honest feelings.

“I want to do it with you.”

“Ah… uh… I…”

“You don’t have to answer right away.”

Philip kissed Peter’s cheek. He brought his lips to his soft and smooth cheek and continued speaking in a low voice.

“I’ll only do things that make me feel good today.”

He didn’t want to scare Peter. He really liked the sight of him panting under his eyes, crying, and blushing, but he didn’t want to see that right now.

Philip kissed Peter’s eyes again as if asking for permission. Peter hesitated and nodded very slightly.

There was no need for conversation after that. Philip unbuckled his pants and unbuckled Peter’s pants as well. He then pulled down his and Peter’s pants. No, he might have taken off Peter’s pants first. Everything was a mess because of excitement.

He bit and sucked Peter’s lips and grabbed his clothes and took them off. He couldn’t even remember how he threw off his T-shirt. He rubbed the c*ck that had become hard with excitement between Peter’s legs.

“Ah…”

Peter’s body trembled every time he touched his lower body. His white, slender body. His cheeks flushed with excitement. His eyes filled with tears.

Philip reached out and grabbed Peter’s and his together. Peter looked up at him with a face that looked like he was going to cry. It was funny. He’d imagined doing all sorts of dirty things to Peter, but he also thought that actually holding a man’s d*ck in his hand might be a different matter.

The other problem is…