MERRY 56

When he couldn’t control his impulse and swept back Somerset’s hair, Ethan came to truly admire him. How could you feel this texture and not kiss him? If it were me, I would have committed the act right then when I was taking off that leaf.

Ethan pressed his lips to Somerset’s forehead. Then, he moved down impatiently and kissed him. Those plump lips. He tasted the sweetly ripened fruit.

It was insanely good. The volume of the nape of the neck filling his hand. The strong arms wrapping around his waist. The strength in Somerset’s grip, as if he might tear the shirt. It was only after pinning him against the wall and hungrily devouring his lips that Ethan barely came to his senses. Even that didn’t last long.

He only hoped his eyes didn’t look hazy, as if he were on drugs. He hoped they still held that clear emerald light Somerset loved so much.

He laid him on the bed and thought while unbuttoning his disheveled shirt. You’re trouble. It felt as though he’d actually breathed the words aloud instead of just thinking them. Perhaps his lips, swollen from the heavy kissing, had let the secret slip.

Realizing his slip, Ethan regained his reason and stopped Somerset, who was trying to place a hand on Ethan’s chest.

“Slow down.”

“I think you’re the one who can’t do that.”

He was right. Ethan was actually terrified he might lose control right this second. He wanted to be calm. Giving Somerset a disappointing experience would be the absolute worst. So, he sought confirmation. To see if he was just being swept away. To see if this was a reflection of his own will.

Somerset’s affection was as clear as day, but whether he fully grasped what was about to happen between them was a different matter entirely.

Fortunately, Somerset didn’t back down. On the contrary, he provoked Ethan, wanting the next step. Ethan eventually let him touch his chest. He let him hold his thumping heartbeat in his hand and kissed him again.

The more desperate Somerset acted, the more Ethan felt a sense of kinship. Caressing him gently and showing composure was his responsibility as the older one.

“Open up.”

To the man who obediently parted his lips, Ethan whispered tenderly.

“Good. Just like that, breathe.”

“Ha… haah.”

Listening to the heavy breathing, Ethan thinks. Actually, it’s getting hard for me to breathe, too.

“You’re doing great.”

“And you?”

“I am, of course, huff, doing great too.”

I’m glad I look experienced in your eyes. No, maybe that’s not exactly a good thing. Somerset, his competitive streak ignited, flipped their positions and pinned Ethan down. Sitting atop him, Somerset spoke.

“Your heart… it feels like it’s going to explode.”

Did you just notice that? Ethan narrowed his eyes, which were trying to go wide, and caressed Somerset’s waist. He could feel the curved muscles.

“If it explodes, report it. Call 911.”

“I’ll carry you to the ER myself.”

Having made his confident declaration, he leaned down and rested against him. Overwhelmed with emotion, Ethan hugged him and whispered in his ear.

“Yesterday’s kiss… it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t an accident, either. I wanted it, too.”

This kiss right now was something they both wanted as well. They tilted their heads, seeking each other’s lips.

“Mmgh. You bit my breath and ate it. Now it’s the tongue’s turn.”

Somerset parted Ethan’s teeth with his cute words. Relaxing his jaw, Ethan let the soft tongue invade. He gave up everything—the roof of his mouth, the inside of his cheeks—while stroking Somerset’s waist. The pressed upper bodies felt heavy. It was a weight made of actual mass combined with the violent movement of their hearts. And the beads of sweat that were starting to form.

They kissed deeply yet clumsily, entangling their tongues. The sensation of being crushed pooled in his mouth, making it hard to hold anything else. Because Somerset was hungrily sucking and licking the saliva that overflowed as his space was taken, Ethan’s mouth became even wetter. It felt like his entire lower face was being devoured.

“Puppy…”

“You aren’t trying to say, huff, that I’m like a puppy, are you?”

Somerset bit Ethan’s lower lip. It was a protest against the comparison he didn’t like. Pushing his upper body up, he ruthlessly rolled up the hem of his T-shirt.

“Where is there a puppy this sexy?”

As he threw the T-shirt aside, a healthy, bronze body was revealed. The broad chest muscles and finely chiseled abs were magnificent enough to be worth flaunting. Somerset, bringing his hands to his waistband as if to take off his pants too, asked:

“If I show you everything already, do I seem too easy?”

“Are you worried about that?”

Ethan countered with a question and sat up. Somerset poked him in the chest as if telling him to lie back down, then hooked an arm around Ethan’s shoulder to keep him from pulling away.

“It’s not exactly a worry. I just remembered you pointing out that we were moving too fast.”

His whispering lips glistened with moisture. Ethan licked them with his tongue to make them even wetter and said:

“Forget it.”

That pathetic guy who spouted such nonsense is gone.

“I won’t forget. I can’t. I’m going to tease you about it forever.”

Somerset, giggling mischievously, pulled down his pants. His member was visible, poking up through his white briefs. Ethan’s gaze felt sucked into the small opening that was leaking clear fluid.

“You’re wet.”

At the dazed comment, Somerset responded by rubbing the tip of his urethra with his finger. The lewd act sent Ethan into a frenzy of excitement. Even though he was just watching, the stimulation was as strong as if he were being touched himself.

“Can I check? How wet you are.”

Ethan asked explicitly. If Somerset had returned the question, Ethan would have pulled his hand and put it inside his own pants. Since they were both likely wet anyway.

He felt a bit troubled thinking about how he wouldn’t have any dry underwear to wear when he went home. He wondered if he should take them off now, but he was too distracted by Somerset for it to be a priority.

“You can touch anywhere that’s wet.”

He gave bold permission and kneaded the base of his member through the underwear. It seemed the fluid had run down the shaft and soaked that far already. A translucent mark appeared on the white fabric.

Ethan didn’t get greedy; he started by stroking the back of Somerset’s hand. Touching the bulging veins, he slowly pried his fingertips between Somerset’s fingers and traced the testicles. The round flesh was firm.

“Where else is wet?”

When he asked secretly and pressed against the perineum, Somerset flinched. He was usually honest, but he seemed exceptionally weak to stimulation. Every sensation was so Somerset.

“Hngh… there probably isn’t… a place that isn’t.”

Ethan listened to his low voice and slid his fingers back. As he followed the cleft of the buttocks upward, his wrist was caught between Somerset’s legs. Somerset tightened his thigh muscles, squeezing him.

He did it as a joke, but to Ethan, it was a powerful temptation. He dug into the cleft of the buttocks with his fingers pointed as if to pierce through the underwear.

“Ah…”

Drawn by the parting lips and the dizzying sound of his breath, Ethan softly cupped the nape of Somerset’s neck. As he made him bow his head, Somerset kissed him first. It was a messy kiss, with tongues rubbing together and creating wet friction.

The things their hands were doing were no less intense. Ethan slid his fingers under Somerset’s underwear to rub his bare skin, and Somerset kneaded Ethan’s chest wildly. They were absorbed in devouring each other. Their movements weren’t skilled at finding the other’s sensitive spots, but since they both felt everything so intensely, it didn’t matter.

Ethan felt himself melting into the soft skin filling his hand and the touch of Somerset groping him. He loved the kiss that left him gasping for air, too. Somerset, having nibbled on his lip, panted. With their faces pressed together as if their noses might be crushed, they gave each other artificial respiration. After kissing for a long time like that, they pulled their lips apart.

“Haa, ha. Ethan.”

As if longing for more, Somerset rubbed his nose and lips all over Ethan’s face. It still felt like a puppy’s affection, but just as he said, there is no puppy this sexy.

Ethan met the man falling into his arms and let out a small laugh. Burying his smiling mouth into the fine curls, he stroked him from his back down to his buttocks. The smooth skin emphasized the sculpted volume of the muscles. The sweat felt like adhesive. Making it impossible to separate, making him not want to leave.

As Ethan put both hands inside the underwear to knead the cheeks, Somerset, not to be outdone, rubbed his lips against Ethan’s chest.