Chapter 63

Almost before he could register the movement, Elwin found himself laid upon the bed. In that fleeting instant, his jacket vanished, and his shirt buttons gave way, surrendering his pale, trembling chest to the cool air. A flush of crimson bloomed across his skin, rendering him as delicate and ripe as fruit on the verge of splitting open, sweet and heavy with excess.

Haaah.

His muscles coiled in a spasm of sudden, sharp tension, only to liquefy into a languid, molten state moments later. He felt as though he might dissolve entirely, a prisoner to his own unraveling, yet his body betrayed his fears. Without conscious intent, Elwin arched his hips and pressed his lower body firmly against Leon’s thigh.

The contact was a shock of fever-hot friction. For a brief, intoxicating moment, he imagined a cooling respite, but the sensation only stoked his desperation. Forsaking all shame, Elwin ground his hips against the man, a mindless, rhythmic friction. He understood that this would only escalate the inferno consuming him, but the impulse was beyond his control.

Hoo…

Leon’s gaze descended, his eyes darkening with a burgeoning, predatory heat. His hand, which had been trailing lazily across Elwin’s abdomen, slid downward without a flicker of hesitation until his palm settled firmly between the younger man’s legs.

Ah, nnng…!

An unfiltered, guttural moan tore from Elwin’s throat. He flinched at the brazen sound of his own surrender, but Leon remained unperturbed, his touch persistent and unwavering.

The caress was deceptively gentle, a mere covering of his palm against the sensitive, untouched skin. Yet, the contact sent a violent jolt of electricity racing through Elwin, his nerves prickling in a way that felt almost painful in its intensity.

Hnn, ah…

Suppressed, breathless whimpers escaped Elwin’s clenched lips. The involuntary sounds were mortifyingly strange, yet they were not his only concern. Leon had barely moved, yet Elwin found himself painfully, throbbingly hard—perhaps more aroused than he had ever been in his life. Worse, the dampness at his front was undeniable. He realized with a start that his underwear was soaked through; the slickness likely betrayed a vulnerability extending even to his rear.

Leon wrapped his hand around the stiff length and began a slow, deliberate movement. With every pass of his large palm over the sodden fabric, a lewd, viscous sound resonated in the quiet room.

Gooseflesh erupted across Elwin’s skin. A profound, agonizing itch bloomed deep within his core, far more demanding than the friction at the surface.

“Ahh, ah, Mr. Leon.”

Breathless and untethered, Elwin gasped out his companion’s name. Leon’s palm seemed to flare with an added, searing intensity. He curled his fingers, gripping Elwin’s arousal through the thin barrier of fabric.

“Ahh, mmph.”

Before Elwin could stifle the startled cry, Leon descended to claim his lips once more. As he leaned his weight forward, their bodies collapsed together, overlapping in a tangle of heat and friction. The alignment of their lower bodies, combined with the crushing warmth emanating from Leon, pushed Elwin to the brink of madness. A tight, aching knot of desire coiled in the pit of his stomach.

“Hnn, this… do something to me, please…”

As Elwin writhed in a fever of impatience, Leon nipped at his lower lip. With a fluid, confident motion, he tugged his own trousers down. Through the gap in his clothing, his shaft sprang free with a heavy, anticipatory bounce.