MERRY 57

Because he compared the color of his nipples to fruits and flowers, Ethan had no choice but to surrender. He pulled his hands away and let out a dry cough. It was too embarrassing. When he heard the claim that if milk came out, it would be strawberry-flavored, he squeezed his eyes shut. Somerset licked his nipple, waking him with a soft, “Ethan, get up.”

It was warm and tickling, making his breath go languid in spite of himself. Ethan followed the red tongue with hooded eyes. Somerset looked up and asked.

“Do you want to punish my mouth now?”

“…A little.”

“I cause more trouble when I’m punished. So cherish me instead. Tell me I did a good job. Then I might become a good boy.”

He was sorry to betray those expectations, but praising the “strawberry milk” comment was impossible unless he were born again. Ethan resisted by shaking his head firmly. Absolutely not that.

However, defeat was Ethan’s portion once again. Seeing Somerset’s drooping eyebrows made his heart soften.

“If something comes out of my chest… I’ll let you eat it. Though I don’t think the taste will be sweet…”

Somerset burst into laughter at the words squeezed out with such effort. Chuckling until his ears turned red, he pulled his head back. As Ethan waited quietly, enchanted by the gaze they shared, Somerset pinched a turgid nipple.

“Ugh.”

“I can’t… keep my head straight. Is it always… like this? Ah, I don’t know.”

Somerset mumbled with pouting lips and slumped backward. Ethan wrapped his arms around the man’s back and lowered him carefully onto the bed.

“Should we… rest for a second?”

It wasn’t easy to voice a rational suggestion. At this moment, he felt closer to a beast in heat than a being with reason. Judging by the fact that he had just said something embarrassing about his chest, he was definitely not in his right mind.

Ethan summoned the self-control hidden deep within his instinct-dominated ego and brushed Somerset’s messy bangs aside with his fingers. He hoped every action, look, and word felt tender; in truth, his feelings toward Somerset were profoundly tender.

“Let’s catch our breath and start again.”

He pressed soft kisses to his forehead and cheeks. Then, slowly rising, Ethan took off his lower garments. Everything, including his underwear. Seeing the massive, swaying member, Somerset covered his mouth with his hand.

“Gasp.”

The sound of a startled intake of breath pierced through his palm. Ethan felt a momentary wave of anxiety, wondering if he’d made a mistake. Should he put his underwear back on? It wouldn’t make his member any smaller, but perhaps reducing the visual shock… But going down to pick up the underwear thrown outside the bed would be unsightly, so he pulled over the duvet to cover himself from the waist down.

“More sensible than you look…”

“What, why? Why are you covering it when I’m looking?”

Turning impatient, Somerset grabbed the duvet and shoved it aside. Ethan realized belatedly that his unusual reaction wasn’t simply out of shock.

“You… there, too… the color is pretty.”

It was an expression that made his mind go dizzy.

“I’m asking you—please don’t bring up fruit.”

“The shape is pretty too. Even though it’s so big.”

“It’s not usually this big.”

He found himself babbling excuses. He took some small comfort in the fact that Somerset’s own, which was peeking out from being unable to fit entirely in his underwear, looked just as large as his own. It was swollen to the point of bursting, and the wet patch on the fabric had grown quite a bit in the meantime.

Somerset, with his legs spread, gestured for Ethan to come closer. Ethan leaned forward obediently, and as if by agreement, the two began to kiss while touching each other’s members.

Between the wet sounds of sucking and licking, Somerset kept whispering exclamations like “Gasp,” “Wow,” or “Crazy,” which made Ethan feel self-conscious. Eventually, he pulled his mouth away and spoke seriously.

“If you keep doing that… it gets bigger.”

It was a request to stop the over-the-top reactions, but unfortunately, it only piqued Somerset’s interest. Saying he needed to find out where the limit was, he grabbed Ethan’s member and shook it vigorously. “It’s pretty,” “It’s like a snake,” “It’s sparkling because the fluid is running”—the pouring descriptions threw Ethan back into a pit of shame.

“Somerset, hngh… stop.”

“Really stop? I want to do more.”

He acted cute by rubbing his lips all over Ethan’s face while his hands moved even more explicitly. Under the deluge of stimulation, Ethan gave up on trying to push him away. Ethan also began to touch Somerset’s center lingeringly. As he shoved his hand into the underwear, the elastic fabric stretched to its limit.

The squelching sounds pooled below them. Glancing down to check Ethan’s, Somerset whispered.

“Maybe because it’s big, hngh… there’s a lot of fluid coming out, too.”

“Just how much more are you planning to tease me?”

“I’m not teasing. Gasp, you just… gripped mine so hard, haah… ah, I like that. Doing it hard.”

Ethan put strength into his grip. When he curled his fingers like a thick ring and stimulated the base, Somerset’s hips bucked with pleasure. Following the honest mouth and honest expression, it was an honest body.

“Mine… ooh… it’s big too, right?”

“Why are you so… obsessed with size?”

“Because I don’t really know, at times like this, hngh… what I’m supposed to say… ugh. Ethan, wait. I think I’m going to come.”

Somerset panted, meeting his gaze. Seeing the man’s disheveled state through his own eyes while simultaneously being reflected in Somerset’s narrowed ones made the pleasure feel indirect yet vivid. Ethan felt a thrill at the thought of watching him reach the climax.

Will he burst and surge? Will his eyelids tremble? If he bites his lip, I should stop him.

Soon, completely captivated by the intense stimulation, Somerset lost his grip on Ethan’s member. Instead, he clutched the duvet and let out a string of moans.

“Hah, haah. Rub it. Stroke it.”

Ethan followed his demands faithfully. When he poked and stimulated beneath the glans with his fingertip, Somerset’s mouth fell open. The frenulum area was exceptionally sensitive. As his breathing grew more violent, the heaving of his body increased. The tight ridges of his abdomen rolled like waves. The contraction and relaxation were vividly visible through the muscle.

The moment his waist stiffened, lifted slightly, Ethan looked up. He wanted to see the member ejaculating, but the expression Somerset would make at the height of his climax pulled at his curiosity more. There would be other chances to observe, since it wouldn’t end with just one round anyway.

Somerset, surrendering his senses to raw excitement, met his release with even his breath hitched. The space between his eyebrows bunched, his chin lifted slightly, and his lips opened and closed. Once his blocked airway cleared, the tension in his face relaxed into a languid expression. His eyes, which had been trembling half-closed, opened.

“If I can kiss you—if it doesn’t feel like your breath is going to stop—blink twice.”

Ethan spoke, barely suppressing the urge to pounce on his lips immediately. He brushed aside the sweat-soaked hair and carefully caressed the tensed jaw. He didn’t realize until it was too late that the hand touching the lips was covered in semen.

Fortunately, he was able to make up for the mistake immediately. Somerset smiled with his eyes and moved his eyelids twice in succession. It was a permission and a demand.

Ethan sucked and wiped the semen off Somerset’s lips before the man could swallow it. The thought that it was “dirty” didn’t cross his mind for a second. If secrecy were guaranteed, he would proudly shout “Yes” if asked if he could live his whole life eating only this.

Gulp—Ethan’s throat gave a heavy ring as he explored the inside of Somerset’s mouth with his tongue. The lips, entangled as one, only separated after Somerset placed a hand on his shoulder. Ethan reacted immediately to the light pushing force.

“Was I… too… hasty? Sorry.”

Ethan slowly raised his upper body and licked his own lips with his tongue. Somerset imitated his action as if looking in a mirror while rubbing Ethan’s shoulder.

“No, it’s not like that.”

His hand crept down, fumbling over Ethan’s chest. He poked the nipple with his thumb and then headed further down. Ethan’s member was still in a state of turgid erection, not having ejaculated yet.

Somerset used his other hand to pull his underwear down to his thighs and compared his slightly softened member with Ethan’s. Meanwhile, Ethan scanned the ejaculate scattered across Somerset’s bronze skin. Belatedly conscious of that gaze, Somerset spoke.

“Pervert.”

How many people could actually look away from the ecstasy laid out before them? Ethan felt somewhat wronged to be labeled a pervert, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he moved down and bit Somerset’s underwear with his teeth. He didn’t mind at all that the semen on the fabric entered his mouth.