TTRIA 49

“Hah, ah…”

Cecil’s low moan flowed from between their briefly parted lips. Jeff, watching his loosely unfocused eyes tremble, rubbed the tip of his nose against Cecil’s neck. His scent filled his breath. And yet, feeling parched, Jeff grabbed the bothersome clothes with his fingertips and slowly pulled them down. When he pressed his lips to the skin revealed between the collar, a flinching Cecil reflexively wrapped his arms around Jeff’s waist. As a result, their erections rubbed against each other, heightening their arousal.

They exchanged unrefined breaths. They continued their movements, adding friction to the heat suppressed by the fabric. His waist trembled from the fabric becoming soaked with pre-ejaculate and the subtle stimulation. Their breaths scattering from each other’s lips felt like a waste, so they pressed their mouths together. They instinctively moved their bodies while swallowing the sounds that had burst out, unable to be suppressed.

“Hah, ugh, Cecil…!”

Suddenly, the urge to ejaculate washed over him. Jeff pulled Cecil’s waist tightly and clenched his teeth. His heaving body stiffened in an instant, and Jeff ejaculated first. The gushing semen seeped through the wet fabric.

“Hah, Jeff…”

Cecil, feeling the fishy warmth, let out a heated breath and kissed the tip of Jeff’s chin. Jeff, who had been suppressing the afterglow for a moment, rubbed his hips against Cecil’s still hard erection. His arousal rose again at the light friction. The heat from the release of ejaculation had softened the last remaining thread of reason. Jeff didn’t want to hold back anything anymore. He just wanted to mix with the warmth in front of him.

“Jeff?”

Jeff, who had immediately sat up, climbed on top of Cecil’s waist. He threw off the shirt that had been constricting his body and looked down at Cecil. Jeff, who had been staring blankly at the disheveled and panting Cecil, reached out his hand. He gently caressed his flushed cheek and whispered.

“…Beautiful.”

Cecil stared blankly at the corners of his mouth that were slowly turning up. When he rubbed his cheek against the gently stroking palm, Jeff’s smile deepened even more.

“So beautiful like this.”

A being that is not enough to be cherished and cared for. How could Wayne have hurt Cecil? Why did he push a being with the same face as him to the brink of death? He couldn’t understand it at all and would never understand it for the rest of his life. Jeff wanted to cover up Cecil’s memories, which were no different from a nightmare. Although it was his first time having a relationship, he was not so naive as to not know how. He quickly realized what he had to do.

“Cecil.”

Smooch, Jeff, who had kissed the corner of Cecil’s mouth, moved his hips. Following Jeff’s weight, their perfectly pressed erections rubbed gently. Cecil, who had swallowed a moan, bit his chin and placed his hands on his hips. It was to stop the movement, but Jeff instead moved his body up and down.

“Don’t hold back your voice.”

“Jeff…”

“That’s how I get to know you.”

Jeff moved his body, biting at the lips from which heated breaths were escaping. The semen he had ejaculated earlier helped to lubricate the movement. He kissed his quivering clenched jaw and the throbbing vein in his neck. He suppressed the flinching of his body and observed Cecil’s expression. He watched without missing the moment his brow furrowed and his breath burst out.

Finally, when his urge to ejaculate reached its peak. Cecil, who had opened his deep blue eyes, sat up and hugged Jeff tightly. The force of his arms squeezing his whole body was painful, but all his nerves were stolen by the sensation of the gushing semen and the rough breaths that pierced his ears.

“Was it unpleasant?”

Jeff whispered, putting strength in the legs wrapped around his waist and pulling his body closer. Thud, Cecil rubbed his forehead on his shoulder and exhaled, his erections pressing against each other.

“…No.”

“Then can you do more?”

A flinching Cecil pulled his body away and faced Jeff. His blue eyes, stained with passion, were wavering. Jeff gave his cheek a quick kiss and grinned.

“I’m not satisfied with just one round.”

“Jeff, ugh!”

Cecil fell backward from the force pushing his chest. Jeff, who had stood up on his knees, unbuckled Cecil’s belt. As he pulled down his wet underwear and licked the tip that was stained with semen, Cecil’s breath burst out roughly. Cecil, who had grabbed Jeff’s hand, panted and shook his head.

“Jeff, wait…!”

“It’s a good thing there’s a lot.”

Jeff muttered, gathering Cecil’s and his own semen in his hand.

“With this much, it probably won’t be too tight when I put it in.”

Jeff immediately pulled down his own pants. The air hitting his skin made his whole body stiff, but he managed to swallow his breath. He suppressed the blatant embarrassment and moved his hand. He had never once thought he would put something in here. What is love, that it makes him do such things without hesitation.

“Ugh…”

He succeeded in pushing in his longest middle finger. He then swallowed his breath and squeezed in his ring finger, and the feeling of a foreign object intensified. The unfamiliar sensation sent shivers down his spine. His brow also furrowed on its own. Jeff, who was chewing on his lower lip and panting, slowly moved his fingers. He tried to relax the tense muscles by pushing in the gathered semen, but it was not as easy as he thought.

“Damn, why is it so…”

“…Jeff.”

At that moment, Cecil, who had been holding his breath all this time, reached out his hand. The moment his two hot hands grabbed Jeff’s waist, whoosh, Jeff fell with a thud, following the force that pulled him towards him. Cecil’s fingertips touched the hole from which he had instinctively pulled out his fingers to support his body. Jeff, who had fallen onto his chest, held his breath at the thickness that pushed into his inner walls. Cecil stroked his back with one hand as if to reassure him and carefully moved his hand.

“Hah, ugh…”

“Does it hurt?”

Cecil whispered, kissing Jeff’s ear. Jeff, who trembled, shook his head.

“No, it’s just unfamiliar. It feels strange.”

At those words, Cecil asked in a low voice.

“Do you have to put it in?”

Jeff immediately lifted his head. The Cecil he faced, despite being excited with a feverish flush, had a look of fear. Jeff, who let out a shallow sigh, kissed his firm lips and answered resolutely.

“Yes, I have to.”

“You might get hurt.”

“Then you just have to not get hurt.”

“Jeff, I…”

Cecil, who had been biting his lip and swallowing his breath, said.

“It’s my first time sober, so… I’m not confident I can do it well without hurting you. I always…”

“Cecil.”

Jeff’s voice as he uttered the name was terribly low.

“Focus on me instead of talking nonsense.”

A flinching Cecil looked at Jeff with a dazed face. The Jeff he faced looked somewhat angry.

“Even if I don’t have any experience, I can tell how rude what you just said was.”

“…Jeff.”

“Don’t even think about bringing up the mansion anymore. From now on, whether you’re sober or not, you’ll only be with me.”

Jeff added strongly, looking directly into his wavering eyes.

“Forget it. Forget it and start anew. Your first is me.”

“……”

“And my first is you.”

Cecil’s face blurred as if he was about to cry. Jeff lightly bit his trembling lips and whispered.

“So move. Slowly, make a space for you to enter.”

At those words, the musician’s long fingers moved carefully. The fingertips of his right hand, which held the bow, not the strings, were relatively soft. Jeff’s breathing began to become ragged at the movement that came in as if exploring his inner walls. It felt different from when he had put his own fingers in. His body kept flinching at the stroking and reciprocating touch, and the volume of the now increased fingers made his breath catch in his throat.

“Now three… are in, Jeff.”

Cecil whispered in a hoarse voice, rubbing his lips against his ear. Every time his breath seeped into his ear, Jeff’s neck would involuntarily shrink. The even more heightened senses pressed down on his entire body.

“…Still, it’s cramped.”

“It’s okay, haah, it’s okay, so… move and widen it.”

At the breathy answer, Cecil slowly moved his hand. The repeated movement of pushing deep inside and then slipping out again began to gradually change direction. Jeff instinctively inhaled. It was a careful touch, but the texture of the sensation was different.

“…!”

His body flinched involuntarily. An unexpected stimulation welled up from inside his stomach. He could feel a strange heat rising up his spine.

“Jeff? Are you okay?”

Cecil, surprised by the unusual reaction, stopped his movement. His voice trembled with worry and anxiety, wondering if he had hurt him. Jeff, who had been stiff, let out a breath. And then he faced Cecil with his feverish eyes.

“…That spot just now.”

His contorted expression looked painful at a glance, but Cecil instinctively knew. That it stemmed from pleasure.

“Here?”

Cecil asked back in a low voice and pressed his fingertips deeper. Jeff’s breath burst out roughly. The rapidly rising sensation drew ripples from deep inside his body. Soon, at a movement that felt like a slight brush, an intense thrill spread up his spine.

“Ah, there, ugh…!”

“…Yeah. I think I get it now.”

Jeff’s breathing became even more ragged. His waist, which had been just flinching, began to gradually move up and down. As the stimulation was repeated, his body moved as if to engrave that sensation more deeply, as if to draw out the climax of the sensation.

“Jeff.”

Cecil’s voice, falling into his ear, had become even deeper. He moved his hand, creating a rhythm by following Jeff’s reactions. He pushed in quickly, then brushed by with a twist, and pressed deeply again. He could feel Jeff’s masturbating hand movements gradually quickening.

“Does it feel good?”

Cecil did not take his eyes off the face that was flushed with heat. He did not miss a single movement or breath felt on the feverish skin. Like tuning an instrument, he adjusted his touch more delicately, feeling Jeff’s response with his whole body. And finally, Jeff’s body heaved greatly.

“Kk, ugh!”

Thud, thudududuk. Hotly gushing semen scattered on Cecil’s chest, neck, and the tip of his chin. Jeff, who had been heaving with breath in the afterglow of ejaculation for a while, pushed himself up with both arms. Cecil carefully pulled out his fingers and firmly supported his waist.

Jeff looked down at his torso, which was a mess with his own semen, and then slowly raised his gaze. His own face, submerged in pleasure, was reflected on Cecil’s deepened blue retinas. His hopelessly flushed face was so raw it was chilling, but it was neither disgusting nor shameful. Because Cecil, too, had a face no different from his own.

“I think you’ve made a good space to enter.”

Jeff reached out and wiped the semen from the tip of Cecil’s chin. Cecil looked at it with regret. Judging by the way he even moved his lips, it seemed he wanted to lick it off. Contrary to his ascetic impression, that appearance of not being able to suppress his desires made Jeff’s heart pound.

“Shall I put it in?”

Cecil’s eyes twitched as he grabbed his hard erection and smeared it with semen.

“Answer me, Cecil.”

Jeff urged him to answer, stroking Cecil’s penis and gently rubbing the tip with his thumb.

“Ah, wait, Jeff, stop…!”

“Don’t hold back. Tell me you want me to put it in, that you want me inside you.”

The pre-ejaculate and semen that flowed from the tip aided the friction. As the wet sounds quickened, moans flowed from Cecil’s mouth. The sight of him panting with veins standing out on his neck aroused impatience and sadism. I want to see him completely disheveled. I want to see his bare face consumed by pleasure. I want to find an expression no one else has seen.

“Say it, Cecil.”

Jeff shook Cecil’s penis until his palm ached. The heat, whether from excitement or friction, made his hand hot. At some point, Cecil was also moving his hips. When Jeff, who found it difficult with just one hand, grabbed his penis with both hands.

“…!”

The position was reversed. In the blink of an eye, Jeff met the eyes of Cecil, who was looking down at him. Moisture trickled down from the corners of his flushed blue eyes.

“I want to put it in.”

Cecil spat out as if pleading.

“I want to go inside you. Let me in. Let me… “

Just by facing that desperate expression, Jeff couldn’t think of anything. He urgently pulled Cecil’s neck and bit his lower lip. Put it in. When he expressed his permission with a slurred pronunciation, their tongues intertwining, Cecil, who had grabbed the back of his knees and spread them, pushed his penis in. He had only swallowed the tip, but his breath caught in his throat.

“Does it hurt?”

Cecil, who had felt his stiff body, hurriedly tried to pull away. Jeff wrapped his legs around Cecil’s waist so that his penis could not slip out.

“No. Don’t stop.”

“But…”

“It’s okay, so keep going.”

Jeff let out a ragged breath and hugged Cecil’s back. As he inhaled his deepened scent and collected his breath, his stiff body began to slowly relax. At that, his penis slid in smoothly with just a little movement. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but Jeff felt himself getting used to it bit by bit.

“Jeff…”

The interior that had been painfully tightening gradually relaxed. Cecil, who had let out a heated breath, carefully pushed his body in. The narrow inner wall opened up, creating a path. Jeff vividly felt the shape and hardness of the penis that was slowly penetrating him. The presence that filled a place it shouldn’t have entered gave him an instinctive sense of shame and rejection, but the moment he faced Cecil, it quickly evaporated.

“Haah, Jeff… it feels good.”

Cecil, who had pushed in to the root, whispered, hugging Jeff.

“It feels good, Jeff. It feels so good…”

Just with that heated voice, Jeff felt like he was about to ejaculate right away. The shame and discomfort that had momentarily seized his entire body subsided. A bare face, utterly disheveled and consumed by pleasure. The moment he faced Cecil’s expression that no one else had seen, such things didn’t matter anymore.

Because only he could see this sight. Because it would be an expression that only he could draw out.

“Does it feel good?”

Jeff moved his hips in place of the motionless Cecil. A strange pain and a ticklish sensation were jumbled inside his stomach.

“Yes, it feels good. It feels good…, ah…, Jeff…!”

At the light movement, Cecil ejaculated inside Jeff. Contrary to his expectation that he would feel nothing, Jeff clearly felt the unfamiliar sensation that had penetrated him. With a short moan, Cecil’s movement paused for a moment, and then his still hard penis began to move, stirring the inner walls.

“Hah, ah, ugh…!”

It was laughable to think he had gotten used to it; the full-fledged movement was quite difficult. Every time the entrance, which had been stretched to its limit, was quickly rubbed, a stinging pain spread. The movement that pounded his lower abdomen from the inside, not the outside, was enough to make him feel nauseous.

Even with the light thrusting movements, the sensation of his organs being stirred was so vivid. Just how far had the penis penetrated? Jeff unknowingly fumbled with his own penis and abdomen. A heavy sensation was transmitted to his hand from near his navel.

“Ugh, Jeff, if you press…!”

“Ah, ugh…!”

As strength was put into the tightly wrapped inner wall, an unbearable sensation struck his entire body. At the same time, Cecil’s hips drove deep into Jeff. Jeff, who felt a sharp sexual sensation for a moment, convulsed. Only rough breaths burst out from his open mouth instead of a sound.

Cecil, who had been staring blankly down at that sight, began to thrust rapidly. When he moved as if brushing against the area where he felt sexual pleasure and then thrust in hard, a scream-like sound escaped from Jeff’s mouth. His defenselessly disheveled appearance blurred Cecil’s reason.

Thump, the sound of the inner wall being split echoed quickly and strongly. The semen that had been lodged inside the inner wall began to stick to Cecil’s penis and come out. The semen, rubbed by the incessant hip movements, oozed stickily under the skin. It wasn’t enough that it mixed with sweat, clinging to their bodies and defiling them, it also made a mess of the sheets.

“Haak, ha, ah…!”

At some point, language disappeared and only raw sounds filled the space. The sound of friction as the penis drove in. The wet sound of their tongues tangling sloppily and the rough breaths that burst out. The more they absentmindedly caressed each other’s bodies, the deeper their union became and the blurrier their reason. They delved into each other’s bodies, kissing the scars left by the mansion and the burn marks from the accident of their youth.

Every time their breaths tangled and they inhaled, a thick scent seeped into their skin. The scent grew stronger as their bodily fluids flowed, and it felt as if it was being engraved on their entire bodies, not just smelled. Jeff let out a low, hoarse breath, ejaculating for a number of times he couldn’t remember.

“Haah…”

Cecil inhaled that breath and pushed his hardened penis in again.

“Jeff, Jeff…”

Was it just his imagination that he could even smell a fragrance in his whispering voice? Jeff smiled languidly and hugged Cecil, whose whole body was pressing against him. The warm heat that seeped into his embrace was more than satisfying. He would never let go of this warmth. Jeff vowed, deeply inhaling the fragrance that seemed to numb his senses.

That he would protect him for the rest of his life. And that he would definitely make him happy.

And a few days later.

Cecil disappeared.