ORCA 48

“Come here.”

Before he could refuse, Niah was lifted up lightly by Orca. The arm supporting his bottom and holding his back steady only let go once they were headed for the sofa. Niah, who had been placed on his thighs in a face-to-face position, shifted his body. He had a bad feeling that this would surely become troublesome.

Orca swiftly snatched the goldfish who was trying to get away from him. He gripped his pelvis and pressed him down. “Don’t go,” he said, and with that one phrase, he made him docile and pulled him in close.

As Niah’s knees touched the back of the sofa, his bulging erection was pressed against Orca’s hard stomach. Startled by the crushing sensation, Niah pulled down his shirt which had ridden up. His stiffly erect penis hurt more than it had in the morning.

However, Orca, who had created this predicament, showed interest in something else first. He wrapped an arm around his tense lower back and drew closer.

“Tell me what you did in the dream.”

“What? No, I just… I just, we only kissed…. We didn’t do anything else. Really….”

“Right. So tell me how you ‘just’ kissed.”

“Whaat…? Just, smooch smooch….”

Niah was confused about whether he was being mocked or being laid bare and scolded. The whispering voice was certainly gentle, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being reprimanded.

Heat radiated from his flushed body. His fully swollen erection was now beyond aching and was painful. He didn’t dare look at his young master. He was mortified by the fact that what he had done had finally all been exposed. Amidst it all, he resented his lower body that wouldn’t calm down. It felt like the tears he had managed to stop were about to burst forth again.

“As I thought, I don’t really get it with just words, Niah.”

Just, smooch smooch. There was no way to explain it further than that. He couldn’t possibly say that his young master’s tongue was soft and warm like a peach, and sweet like honey, and that his lips were firm yet smooth, making him want to keep bumping them together. He could never say that he had clung to him the whole time, pestering him because he liked it so much.

If he were to say such things out loud, he might faint from embarrassment or his whole body might turn red and cook. He was already so hot he wanted to fling off his clothes. It wouldn’t have been strange if he had burned to a crisp like a cookie left in the oven too long.

On top of that, recalling the dream made even his lower abdomen tingle. Though he hadn’t even touched it, it had grown on its own and he felt the urge to ejaculate. It felt like it would spurt out a whitish liquid with just a slight touch.

I’m such a pervert….

As Niah dithered, looking down at his own fingers, Orca urged him on again in a whisper.

“Do it. The thing you did in your dream.”

“What…. What?”

Only then did he raise his eyes. The light darjeeling-colored eyes, meeting the dark pupils devoid of any playfulness, wavered helplessly. He wasn’t sure if he had understood his young master’s words correctly. Niah mulled over Orca’s request before asking again.

“Do… do what…?”

“Kiss me.”

“What? N-no! I can’t, that was just a dream,”

“Hurry up.”

Orca had no intention of being lenient with Niah. On the contrary, he was enjoying it. If he had his way, he felt like splitting that small head in half to see what was inside. He wanted to make everything—not just the dream from last night, but also the situation this morning where he’d masturbated thinking of him—his own memories. But since he didn’t have the ability to turn back what had already passed, he felt he would only be satisfied if he saw it for himself now. Orca pressed him, asking repeatedly, “Hurry up, quickly, when will you do it? When will you do it for me?”

Niah wrinkled his nose. The difficult part was that his young master wasn’t teasing him but was speaking in earnest. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but honestly, the desire to do it was much greater, yet he couldn’t summon the courage to immediately press his lips against his. However, while he was hesitating, there was still one more problem he hadn’t resolved. He felt a dampness beneath his underwear.

It hurts. I feel like I’m going to burst….

Niah leaned his body toward Orca, who was a handspan away. With the hand that had been gripping his own hem, he placed it on his stomach and slowly approached. Orca couldn’t take his eyes off the goldfish getting closer to him. He stared intently so as not to miss a single moment. He saw the finely placed eyelashes trembling and the expression stiff with tension. His feverish breath reached his own lips, soft and steady. The long wait that followed had no room for boredom.

Niah felt the muscles beneath his palm twitch and squeezed his eyes shut. At the same moment, smack, he quickly pressed his lips against his and pulled away. Compared to how long he had hesitated, it was an incredibly short time. It happened so fast that it was difficult to even call it a kiss. However, as if he had accomplished a great feat, Niah’s shoulders heaved with relief. Is that it? That must be it, right? Agreeing with himself, he slowly opened his eyes.

“Is that it?”

His young master was looking at him from right in front of his nose. He couldn’t readily answer the question of whether that was it. His mind went blank at the handsome features illuminated by the afternoon sun. He needed to say “yes,” run away to his room, and then somehow deal with his penis which was on the verge of exploding, but a different answer popped out of his mouth.

“No….”

As if possessed by something, Niah closed his eyelids and kissed him again. This time, he didn’t pull away quickly but lingered leisurely. The warm body heat and dream-like texture he hadn’t felt before flooded into his mouth.

Orca, still with his eyes open, tilted his head. The lips that had been clumsily touching now met perfectly, sharing each other’s breath. Not trusting the small body that showed no sign of trying to escape, he pulled him into a tight embrace, intending to trap him. He wrapped his arms around him, gripping his waist and seizing the nape of his neck. He bit, sucked, and pulled at his lips before sticking out his tongue to lick them. The dried blood was wiped away, and a salty taste was felt. An appetite, like an impulse, surged through him.

“Mmm, haa… wai, mmm… wait, a moment. Hu, ugh….”

Niah pressed on Orca’s stomach again and again, and when that didn’t work, he tapped on his chest. He tried to push him away, but his own strength was no match. Instead, he was sucked in as if he had fallen into an antlion pit. It was difficult to breathe because of the tongue entering all the way to his throat. He tried hard to endure it, but his head grew hazy, and he thought he might die like this. On top of that, the more he suffocated, the stronger the urge to ejaculate became. It was very distressing because he found himself unconsciously rubbing his lower body against his young master.

Orca, who had been savoring the goldfish as if to devour him, asked, “Why,” with their lips still connected. He was not inclined to move any further away. Niah panted, alternating between his nose and mouth. He put strength into his hands, afraid he wouldn’t listen to him and would push his way in again. It didn’t seem to have much effect, but at least he was able to speak.

Every time he pronounced a syllable, their lips brushed against each other. Half of his words went into his young master’s mouth. In between, his broad tongue would slip out and lick him. His split lip stung, and he felt like he was being chewed and eaten.

“I can’t, can’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe.”

“Okay. Breathe a lot now.”

“Young Master, are you angry…?”

Growing a little scared at his sharp expression, Niah asked cautiously. Orca denied it as soon as the question was over. Then he pulled him by the nape of his neck and immediately shoved his tongue in. A desire that had been tied up his entire life boiled up in his stomach.

“No, I feel good.”

Niah was certain that within the day, he would either have his tongue pulled out and die, or he would suffocate to death. Or else, he thought, he would surely die, unable to overcome his embarrassment. He was deliberately gripping his young master’s shirt tightly to keep from touching him, but his hips moved of their own accord. He was short of breath and felt like he was losing his mind, but his penis, rubbing against the hard muscles, far from subsiding, seemed to be swelling even more. His whole body, from his fingertips to his toes, tingled as if struck by lightning. Impatience enveloped his stomach.

Frantic, Niah’s hands roamed over Orca’s body, fumblingly pulling him into an embrace. His hands, wrapped around the back of his neck, balled up his shirt. Because it was pulled taut, it wasn’t easy to grab, so he just clung on recklessly. He wanted to hold onto anything and hang on. Even in the midst of it all, his hips twitched. Something bulging out from under his buttocks rubbed along with them. He wasn’t sane enough to question it and focused only on what felt good. His whole body melted and turned languid in the kiss, which was stickier and more viscous than the one in his dream.

This is strange. It feels good….

Orca, with his eyes open the whole time, observed the feverish Niah. The soft moans escaping from between his parted lips sounded like the elegant melody of a symphony. The urge to go deeper, even deeper, welled up inside him.

He entangled the tongue that was diligently chasing his and rubbed the roof of his mouth. He pushed the tip of his tongue all the way to his throat, fondling the warm mucous membrane and relishing the sensation of it tightening and then opening. He couldn’t hide his rising lust every time Niah gulped down their thickly mixed saliva.

He began to want to feed himself to him, finely minced. The more of what had been a part of him was passed to the goldfish, the more excited he became. Moreover, the action of him continuously rubbing his lower body against him from a while ago caused a desire he had never known before to overheat as if it would explode.

Niah, opening his mouth as wide as he could, took in all the stimulation he was given. His mind, gone completely white, was filled only with himself, his young master, and this situation that was currently unfolding. Niah hugged his young master with all his might. At the same time, his hips lifted and his spine went rigid. A high-pitched moan spilled out, vibrating his Adam’s apple. After a moment of that, he struggled to pull together his sagging, fading consciousness. His hips, which had been trembling all the while, gradually calmed down.

A short breath rushed out from his lips, which had formed a round circle. His mouth, from which the hot body heat that felt like it would never leave had departed, felt empty. Niah twitched his now-free tongue, panting heavily, and then opened his eyes. The focus behind his thinly parted eyelids was hazy.

As a habit, he called out, “Young Master,” but the person in front of his eyes looked as if he were someone else entirely. It seemed this is what it would be like to encounter a ferocious wild beast said to live in the forest hunting grounds. A shiver ran down his spine. But even that felt good.

Is the Young Master not a wild beast of the forest, but a beast of the sea…?

While Niah was entertaining this odd question, Orca lifted Niah’s shirt and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pants. With one hand, he firmly supported his back so that his limp body wouldn’t tumble onto the carpet floor.

“Haa… I want to see. Show me.”

It was an ambiguous urging, somewhere between a command and a request. Hurriedly nodding his head, Niah said, “Okay.” There was no embarrassment, no shame, not a shred of humiliation. He just liked his young master so much that he felt he could do anything right now. He was in a state where he wanted to agree to anything he said. Niah undid the buckle of his own pants.

“Niah. Bite on this.”

Orca placed the hem of his shirt in Niah’s mouth. It was because the long shirt hung down, covering his lower body and making it difficult to see. Niah, who bit the cloth as he was told, followed him and looked down. It had become fully swollen again at some point, making his underwear bulge. Perhaps because he had already ejaculated once, it felt less constricting than before, but the desire to rub it vigorously was the same.

Instead of touching his own, Niah gripped Orca’s shoulders tightly. The sound of his heart grew loud at the thought of showing a part of himself he had never shown to anyone before. His breath, coming out in hot puffs through his teeth, was feverish.

Orca, after first sweeping a hand over his exposed stomach, gently stroked the top of his wet underwear, then suddenly squeezed it hard. Niah flinched his back and squeezed his thighs tightly together. Orca, who kissed various spots on his face, which was flushed from whining, continued his persistent hand movements. He pressed his lips in sequence onto his sweaty forehead, his tense eyelashes, the corners of his crinkling eyes, his round cheeks, and his upper lip which was mumbling on the cloth.

Even while doing so, he didn’t stop fondling him as if playing with a toy. He traced the protruding outline, rubbing it, and used his fingers to knead the tip. He turned his palm toward his buttocks and rolled the soft scrotum. Keeping the writhing hips fixed in place as he moved, he took his upper lip into his mouth, biting and licking it without causing pain.

The goldfish grunted, gripping his shoulders as if chewing on them. His slightly opened eyes would squeeze shut, then open to look at him again, over and over. He repeatedly kissed them. He was flabbergasted with himself for so casually touching another person’s genitals, and underwear wet with semen at that. He had never even touched his own like this, yet far from feeling squeamish, he only felt the desire to torment him more.

Not long after, Niah quickly ejaculated again, spat out the saliva-soaked hem, and clung to his lips. Just as he had explained earlier, he bumped his lips against his , making smooching sounds, and recklessly shoved his tongue in and licked.

Orca, who was quite pleased with the cutely behaving goldfish, let him suck on his tongue for a long while as he wished. Thinking that if he left him alone, he would keep smooching like this until night, he gently pulled back. With a great deal of reluctance remaining, he suddenly took the pouting lips entirely into his mouth, sucked on them, and then tapped Niah’s bottom.

“Lift your hips.”

Niah placed his hands on his shoulders and put strength into his legs. For some reason, he felt drained and could only lift them a little, but Orca didn’t miss the gap and pulled down his pants and underwear at once. Then, he once again made Niah, who had slumped back down, bite on the cloth.

Niah tried to bring his knees together against the chill he felt on his now-bare lower body. But his legs, spread wide to the thickness of Orca’s thighs, didn’t even stir. He fidgeted for a moment, then quickly gave up and became docile. Even in that state, his coral-colored penis, stiffly erect, was plastered to his stomach, trickling out a watery fluid. It twitched repeatedly as if in anticipation of the pleasure to come.

“It’s pretty.”

Orca let the words slip after admiring it in detail for a while. Niah’s face turned red at the unexpected compliment, and he lowered his gaze. The words of thanks that had almost escaped without him realizing were absorbed by the cloth.

Leaving aside the embarrassment that what his young master had called pretty was his penis, he couldn’t believe he was being praised for something like this. He couldn’t imagine what an unpretty one would even look like.

Niah started to picture his young master’s lower body in his mind, then stopped and resolved to tell him he was pretty if he ever got to see it later.

Orca thought the color, resembling coral in the sea, suited Niah’s white skin well. He toyed with the smooth skin, tracing it with just his index finger, before taking the stiffly erect, bobbing penis in his hand. As soon as he had stroked it lightly a couple of times, the shirt fell, obscuring his vision.

He, who had been meticulously observing with a persistent gaze, stopped moving and looked at Niah. Niah, who had let out a small moan and shot his eyes wide open, shook his head. At this, Orca’s face took on a mischievous expression, and he rubbed the front of the penis, from which a slippery fluid was trickling.

“Ugh, ah…. Your hand, Young Master’s hand…. It feels strange….”

“Just bear with it for a little bit.”

As if to soothe his lips, which had swollen, perhaps due to his wound, Orca pressed his own lips to them and gently insisted. Niah, who obediently took the hem that had been lifted back into his mouth, nodded in assent. This time, he clenched his teeth so as not to lose it.

A sensation different from being touched over his underwear stirred his sensitized penis. It was also distinctly different from when he touched himself, and his stomach muscles tightened. Syllables that couldn’t form proper words escaped from his throat one after another. His toes curled of their own accord, and for some reason, tears welled up in his eyes. The pleasure from the rough palm was so good it was frightening.