Plin Ch 4.6

“Ah, ah, ahh…”

Plin tried to block the stimulation by covering his c*ck with both hands. Now the hair touching his hands felt ticklish. Plin wiggled his toes and shifted his hips. Each time, the elastic white fabric tightened around his b*ttocks. The drawers were still caught around his lower hips.

Plin’s shaft began to get wet from the tip. Hugo placed his nose in his groin and inhaled deeply. He stuck out his tongue and licked the scrotum that was not covered by the hand, as if just tasting it.

“Haa, ahh…”

Gradually, their hands intertwined. As he removed the hand covering his c*ck, his lower body was fully exposed.

Haaa—, Hugo opened his mouth and blew a hot sigh onto his shaft, like fogging up a window.

“You’ll let me, fuck you, right?”

The face looking up with a whisper was bathed in the soft light of the chandelier. He slowly closed his eyes, as if dazzled, and then opened them. The long eyelashes fluttered like a fan, casting a shadow under his eyes.

“……”

Thump, the plump lips closed around the glistening tip of his c*ck. It was a moist mouth. Today, his mouth was particularly hot; any hotter, and he would have worried about burns.

Plin’s tail vibrated. The hot tongue began to powerfully massage his shaft. He really loved giving head.

“Haa… ah, ahh, ahh…”

The black hair moved back and forth rapidly. Plin grabbed his shoulders to keep from being pushed back, then repeatedly let his hands slide off.

As if he had never gotten Plin’s consent to undress him layer by layer, he acted as desperately as a beast fighting on a diagonal.

Seeing his face, eyes closed and sucking so hard that a dimple formed on his cheek, made Plin’s breath come short. He was being swept away by his fervor. Plin bit his lip with his sharp canine until it bled.

Plin wasn’t small either. The sensitive glans scraped against the bumpy palate and reached the narrow throat.

Perhaps it had been prepared to receive Plin’s c*ck, the throat opened wide and then narrowed as soon as Plin’s shaft touched it. The thin muscles of the throat licked at the glans.

“Kuhuk, uk…”

It was the first time Hugo had swallowed it all the way down his throat. Plin, startled, pulled his hips back abruptly. Slurp, with a trail of viscous fluid, his shaft slid out of the cavern of his throat.

“A-are you okay?”

Plin asked worriedly. Hugo wiped his mouth and said,

“Darling. I think I can feel it in my throat, too.”

His reddened eyes, looking up, were slightly half-lidded. Wondering if he was okay, Hugo opened his mouth again as if to show him and thrust it deep into his throat.

“Ah, ahhhh…”

The area under his chin bulged, and blue veins popped on his forehead. He could feel his c*ck sticking to the inside of his throat. Was this what it felt like to be overwhelmed by pleasure?

“Ahhhh, haaa.”

A long, drawn-out moan escaped. Plin squeezed his eyes shut.

Hugo cupped Plin’s testicles. The hard, core-like balls inside were firm. Plin stood awkwardly, legs slightly apart. It was an uncomfortable position, but he hoped that he would somehow take care of the steadily building pressure.

He cupped his scrotum in his palm and pressed his fingers firmly against the convex perineum. Muscles flexed in his perineum. It was a movement Plin couldn’t control.

Without realizing it, Plin took a step back and then thrusted his hips, driving it into the back of his throat. A choking sound was heard, and a thick, viscous saliva welled up and coated the glans.

Even though he knew he shouldn’t, he thrust his hips a few more times.

Now, as if he had learned the trick, Hugo opened his throat, so he didn’t cough even when it was deeply inserted. But it was still painful, and his once pale face turned bright red.

Suddenly, a large hand grabbed one of his b*ttocks. The grip was strong, almost painful. The flesh of his b*ttocks bulged between Hugo’s fingers. Just being held tightly spread his b*ttocks, and the cool air touched the hidden entrance. The fur on his tail fluttered, brushing against his arm.

He felt something foreign between his b*tt cheeks. A long finger was digging into the middle, following the crack. Plin stiffened, his shoulders raised.

The finger slowly rubbed the wrinkles of the hole, as if imprinting fingerprints. The entrance was damp with sweat. It seemed to make a squeaking sound as the finger slowly moved. It might have been tinnitus. His insides were so hot that he couldn’t tell for sure.

“Ahhh, ahh…!”

The pink shaft was still trapped inside the moist mouth. The muscles inside were squeezing as forcefully as if being massaged by hand.

A thick finger entered.

Unlike squeezing his c*ck, the finger slowly scratched the inner wall. There was resistance as it entered and pierced without lubrication, but the hole tightened as if reluctant to let the finger leave.

“Haa, haa. Ah, ah. Ah…”

Blood circulated throughout his body, carrying heat. Hot sweat broke out on his lower back, back of his thighs, and soles of his feet. His head was spinning, and he felt dizzy.

Two fingers.

Now it stirred the inner flesh to its heart’s content. Up, down, it thrust forcefully, parting the elastic, rubber-like sphincter.

“Ah, ahh, ahhh, haa…”

Every time he thrust his fingers in, Plin’s moans were cut short. His legs trembled on their own. He leaned his upper body against Hugo as if collapsing and scratched his back, but the bandaged fingers couldn’t leave a single scratch on his bare skin.

Plin twisted his legs, bending and straightening his knees, trying to endure the pleasure. Leaning on his shoulder as if impaled on a skewer, he couldn’t even think about thrusting his hips.

He sucked the shaft in and out tantalizingly, occasionally inserting it deep to the root and squeezing the prec*m from the mushroom-shaped glans with the muscles of his throat. It felt like his c*ck would burst.

“Haa, s-stop… haaa, ah, ah…”

He thought he knew what to expect after experiencing various forms of f*llatio, but he was completely mistaken. Hugo’s imagination was on a different level than Plin’s.

He sucked Plin’s c*ck and spread the two fingers inserted in his rear, wiggling them. The discomfort of fingers entering his rear was amplified by the sucking in the front.

“Haaa, ah, ah, ah, ah!”

His entire lower body convulsed. Even when he wasn’t thrusting and shaking, his hole trembled with aftershocks. It was a pleasure that felt like punishment.

“Please… a little, slower… ah, ah! More.”

Plin couldn’t withstand the all-encompassing stimulation for long. He shot thick semen into Hugo’s mouth, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed it all.

Hugo spat out the spent c*ck. It had been a light peach color, but now it was darkened from the abuse. It might have been just the dampness making it appear darker. Hugo firmly gripped Plin’s pelvis, which was twitching meaninglessly in the air.

“You fuck well. Have you done it before?”

“No, ahhh…”

“If you thrust like that, my throat will hurt, don’t you think?”

“It hurts…”

Still lost in the afterglow of the orgasm, Plin mumbled, not fully understanding the question.

“That was a bit rough. You’re not going to use my mouth just once or twice. Treat it with care.”

His voice, demanding while gripping his Adam’s apple, was slightly hoarse. His already plump lips were even more swollen, and his face was flushed, covered in heat spots.

“I-I’m sorry…”

Plin apologized with an empty gaze, not even knowing what he was apologizing for. Hugo was satisfied that Plin was at least trying to answer his questions.

“It tastes better because there’s no hair on your c*ck.”

He smiled. A thin tear streamed down the man’s raised cheek. Plin pushed away the hot hand that was holding his pelvis tightly. The hand fell powerlessly, as if giving up easily, and brushed against the carpet.

Hugo slowly raised himself.

The large object attached to his abdomen was throbbing. The thick, red shaft was covered in bulging, worm-like veins.

From the slit at the tip of that large c*ck, a thick, transparent fluid was oozing out. Some of it wet his abdomen, while some formed droplets. The smooth surface of the mucus droplets caught the light and dangled precariously before dripping onto the floor. The long, stringy mucus waited for its next fall.

Hugo approached and rubbed his shaft against Plin’s flat stomach. The weight of the c*ck, soaking and sliding on the fabric, made even his inner thighs feel hot.

“Why is, ahh, this already…”

“I told you… I can feel it in my throat…”

Hugo lowered his head and mumbled the end of his sentence, as if ashamed. It was understandable to be embarrassed, leaking fluid from his untouched c*ck. But the embarrassment and decorum were only in words.

While Plin was distracted by the imposing c*ck, Hugo effortlessly lifted his smaller body and placed him on the vanity where a mirror was installed. His feet, clad in white socks, dangled in the air, not touching the ground. It was a tall console table.

His bare b*ttocks, touching the wood, felt cold. Forced to face the large c*ck without escape, Plin squeezed his eyes shut in fear. Immediately, a hot tongue forcefully ran over his eyelids.

“Ahh…”

The broad tongue pressed firmly on the eyeballs. The soft skin was easily manipulated. The lowered eyelids were pulled, opening the gaps between his eyes. The hidden field of vision was blurred.

“Open your eyes. You have to look at me.”

The slit, golden eyes, like those of a reptile, filled his vision, then changed back to blue human eyes. But soon, the edges of the irises began to turn yellow again.

Seeing his chest muscles twitch irregularly, Plin swallowed. Hugo smiled faintly, without a sound. Tilting his head slightly, he caressed his Adam’s apple and whispered.

“You’re fucking beautiful. Here, too.”

His smooth tongue swallowed the gently protruding Adam’s apple in the center of his throat. When he pursed his lips and sucked like a candy, the cartilage moved up and down. Plin’s face turned red. His throat felt strangely stuffy, and he couldn’t breathe naturally. Their faces were too close. This sensation, this position with his neck arched and chest thrust out, and himself silently receiving the caress, everything felt strange. His ears were burning hot. His cheeks were the same.