TWLPOD 29

“It’s just guiding.”

Kay glared, looking for a gap to escape. Trapped between the wall and Aran in the vast quarters, his body went limp from the one-sidedly suppressed wavelength.

“Don’t run away.”

He couldn’t get out of this situation without using force, but he also didn’t want to passively receive guiding that felt like it had ulterior motives.

“I think I’m starting to understand the feelings of a guide who obsesses under the pretext of guiding.”

“……”

“You know, don’t you? That you’re in a state where you need to receive it. I don’t care. Whether we touch for three hours, or finish in thirty minutes.”

Although he was always in a thirsty state, Kay, who usually maintained his wavelength well, was half in doubt as to whether Aran had truly noticed his condition, which had been teetering on the edge since the recent battle, or if he was just taking a shot in the dark.

“I have to go out again, so just get it done before then.”

Of course, finishing it quickly was better for Kay than dragging it out, but…

“I’m better than anyone else, aren’t I?”

Come to think of it, it didn’t necessarily have to be Aran. But the guy didn’t give him a moment to think about it further or scheme, and he asked a question.

“Did you know?”

“?”

“That your eyes are mucous membranes too.”

His head rang. He tried to block the approaching hand, but even after blocking it, he was pushed back by force, and the impact of his head hitting the wall was a shock. It was partly because he had lost strength due to the gently spreading guiding, but even after getting a firm grip on himself, he couldn’t shake off Aran’s arm. Every time he tried to use his ability, a tingling sensation spread through his body from the tongue licking his eyeball, making his knees buckle.

“Ah.”

Aran’s arm supported Kay under his armpit to keep him from falling. The tongue moved from his eyeball to his cheek, from his cheek to his lips from which a moan had escaped. No matter how he thought about it, it was a sticky entanglement for something to be just simple guiding.

“You stubborn thing.”

The tone, as if he were scolding him, left him speechless. The same face, the same voice, the same words as that person. No matter how hard he tried not to be conscious of it.

His very existence was a comfort and a wound.

One of the commonly accepted, though unproven, facts about espers was that the magnitude of the power manifested depended on the user’s will. For that reason, those with higher ranks were often considered to be people with strong wills, and there were indeed statistical results showing that higher-ranking espers had greater tolerance for pain and suffering.

Whether that was true, or whether it was a causal relationship due to something else, he didn’t know, but one thing was certain right now.

It was the fact that no matter how strong-willed a person was, they wouldn’t be able to resist this feeling.

“Ugh, hngh…”

It was the first time he realized that the tongue and the brain were so directly connected. A sensation that hit the brain more intensely than when he had tasted any strong food, the feeling that all the strength in his body was draining away on its own. At the same time, the irony of his fingertips and toes tensing up on their own.

“Wait… a moment…”

Knowing it was a meaningless resistance, Kay raised his hand and pushed Aran’s shoulder. Even at the light touch, Aran graciously stepped back. Licking the long thread of saliva that stretched from the corner of his mouth.

“How far are you going to go.”

He had to draw the line now, while he still had some reason left. It might end up being useless if this kind of pleasure continued, but it was better than nothing.

“If I say I want to go all the way, will you let me?”

The eye level, much lower than usual. The voice tinged with heat. The cool scent at close range.

The things Aran was showing him… no, revealing to him, were all so stimulating that his head was spinning. To an unbearable degree.

“If you’re going to do it, finish it quickly. Don’t do anything useless.”

Aran smiled. So dazzlingly. Aran Repard was probably the only one in this world who could frighten people by being so beautiful.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

“I just became certain.”

“Of what?”

“That you’ve never received guiding all the way to the end.”

Kay flinched, hit right on the mark. It wasn’t like he had done anything wrong. Nor was he particularly trying to hide it. He didn’t know why he felt as if a secret shame had been exposed. No, in the first place, from where in their recent conversation did he get such certainty?

“Ngh.”

The soft touch of the sofa against his back swallowed his body deep, and Aran’s lips touched his again as a hand that had entered his clothes moved. Just as Kay had said, it was ‘useless,’ as the hand followed the muscles etched onto the skin and reached his chest.

“You probably didn’t know, since there was no one who could properly match your wavelength.”

His body trembled at the sensation of a fingertip pressing down on the prominent nipple on his flat chest.

“Guiding is a delicate process.”

The act, which was not much different from being pinched, somehow stimulated his peripheral nerves.

“It’s not over just by fucking and cumming.”

It was on a different level from skin contact, and it couldn’t be compared to a kiss. There was only one place where blood rushed from the pleasure that poured in in an instant. As if his awareness had been read, Aran’s hand touched that exact spot. Hk, he tried to hold his breath, but the breath seeped in through the tongue that was between his lips, tangling his breathing.

“Hoo…!”

The stimulation was strong both above and below. His body recoiled on its own from a pleasure he had never felt before in his life, but the space to escape was limited, and the person against him was even more persistent. The touch rubbing over his clothes was strangely vivid.

“Don’t worry. I won’t go all the way.”

“I was never worri— Huk!”

“I’ll just do enough to make it feel so good that you’ll think of it again.”

The touch, precisely rubbing a point he didn’t even know existed when he touched himself, made the urge to ejaculate rush over him in an instant.

“You…”

“Hm?”

Too fast. He barely swallowed those words.

Might as well get it over with quickly. That was the mindset with which he had accepted the guiding in the first place. Nevertheless, a series of merciless pleasures that could not be controlled by reason or will followed.

“Here. You flinch when I rub it. Did you know?”

His nipple had long been chafed raw by his fiddling, but when the pinching hand grew a little stronger, it became hot with pain, and a tingling sensation mixed in.

“Do you like both?”

Bare skin pushed into his uniform pants, which had been unfastened as if they were Aran’s own.

“Ugh!”

His back arched greatly. A massive pleasure that traveled from his genitals up his spine to his shoulder blades made his whole body flutter. The sensation through the fabric had been dizzying enough… Body heat, texture, this time it gripped his genitals with yet another kind of touch.

The penis, standing stiffly and asserting its presence, had already soaked his underwear with arousal, so it probably wasn’t pleasant to touch, yet Aran’s hand was unrestrained.

“It’d be nice if you spread your legs a little more.”

“Shut… your mouth…”

Kay didn’t register the words as words and let them flow past him. The pleasure, already beyond the realm of what he could handle, had flooded and ravaged the inside of his body. Just trying to maintain his sanity was his limit.

His pants, which had been taken off at some point, were caught at his ankles for a moment. The sound of them sliding off completely brushed past his ears, and Aran occupied the space between them. At the same time, his vision flickered white.

“—!!”

It was the same as when he received his first kiss from Aran. The feeling of lightning striking down from his head. The shock, as if his body were shattering into pieces, rushed in wearing the mask of pleasure. To the point where, for an instant, he couldn’t even feel his body’s wavelength.

“Ah, ah… Haah…”

He gasped, unable to breathe.

“Stop, I, ah…”

Among the sensations dominating his entire body, the most prominent was pain. That pain, hidden in the pleasure, stabbed at his limbs. But strangely, it didn’t hurt. A contradiction. To have pain but not feel it.

“It’s okay. It’s supposed to be like that.”

Supposed to be like that? No way.

Despite the faint denial that arose, his body was already growing distant from his consciousness.

“If it’s hard, hold on.”

Not even aware that the peeled-back head of his erect penis was being touched, Kay, who was just blinking his eyes weakly, jerked his head back with a start when Aran bit his jaw. His shoulders straightened as his chin lifted, completely buried in the sofa, and Aran, not missing the ever-so-slight opening, dug in, pulling his arm to make him hug his shoulder.

“Don’t…”

Listening to the faintly leaking moan, Aran licked his lips. Perhaps because of his habit of constantly biting his lips, the thin surface was tattered, and it seemed like blood would well up if he bit even a little harder. Becoming unnecessarily cautious, Aran slowly focused on the pleasure that was also transferring to himself.

“Ah…”

He took out his own penis, which was bulging out from over his underwear, and brought it to rest against Kay’s, and just that alone elicited a reaction as if he would have a fit. Even under the strong guiding that would have made a normal esper lose consciousness, Kay fidgeted. It was a futile movement, but it showed a strong will not to lose his reason, and Aran smiled. Chillingly.

‘Should I call this typical of him.’

Feeling the fingertips of the hand clutching his shoulder busy pulling at the piece of fabric, Aran took a small breath. And he focused on the hotter body—the cheeks, the lips, the chest, of course, and even more so, the penis.

He was short, and his hands and feet were small, so he had naturally assumed it would be small there too, but the penis pressed against his own had excellent proportions for his body. When he pressed their shafts together, the way it fit snugly in his hand created the illusion that he was a human made for him, starting with their well-matched wavelengths.

“Kay. Look at me.”

Moving his hand up and down, they transferred their different body temperatures to each other. The fluid flowing from each of them was so slick it was hard to say whose was whose. Obscene sounds echoed without rest, and their chests rose and fell roughly with their quickened breaths.

Aran briefly placed a hand on the chest of Kay, whose last remaining t-shirt he had also removed, and did not forget to check the wavelength pulsating along with his heartbeat. When he matched his strength to his pulse, which spread out in ripples, Kay flinched greatly once more.

“…Ahk, ugh…! Guk!”

He was forcibly grabbing the waves that flowed only along the easy paths and returning them to their place, and in Kay’s case, he was even opening up a ‘path’ to make access easier, so it was probably accompanied by considerable pain, yet the excitement did not cool. He would not let it cool. Aran rubbed the small opening at the tip of the gaping glans with his fingertip and licked the water pooled at the corner of Kay’s eye. When he pried open the eyelid and swept the eyeball with his tongue, an unintelligible moan flowed out.

‘Is it a curse, or a plea?’

There was a high probability it was the former. But either way, Aran, who had no intention of stopping, admired the ever-flushing face and rubbed his hand a little faster, a little harder. The flush on the face, wet with sweat and tears as much as the space between his legs, the jet-black hair stuck to it, the pinkish tongue visible every time he panted, and the eyes redder than that visually heightened Aran as well.

“…ran.”

It was unclear whether the name, called out softly like an auditory hallucination, was real, or if he had just interpreted the parting of his lips as he pleased.

“…Now, I… really…”

Kay, who had been repeatedly clenching and unclenching his grip on Aran’s shoulder, lowered his hand and it came to rest on top of Aran’s wrist, which was gripping both their penises.

“Feel like you’re going to cum?”

“Hoo—…”

Biting the neck that was nodding convulsively, Aran suppressed the urge to find an opening and pound into it right away. As payment for that suppression, he dug his nails into the very thin, soft inner flesh where blood vessels and nerves gathered. At that, Kay poured out the product of his long abstinence. It was semen as hot and thick as his body.