Plin Ch 4.7

An impatient hand rolled up his shirt. He pushed the bunched-up fabric into his mouth, and Plin obediently bit down on the hem of his T-shirt. The fabric, pulled up to his chin, trapped the hot breath, making it damp under his chin. He had washed this shirt this morning. Every time Plin inhaled, the scent of soap from the fabric rose.

His flat stomach was fully exposed, and with each breath, his rib cage rose and fell dramatically, showing his nervousness. Hugo carelessly pulled down the drawers hanging on his thighs and threw them aside.

Hugo’s hand touched the small, protruding n*pple.

“How did you feel when you saw me earlier?”

Hugo suddenly leaned in and rubbed their noses together. His nose itched as if he were about to sneeze.

“Hmm? Were you glad?”

Meanwhile, he gently squeezed and released the n*pple between his fingers. Above the neck, he acted as if expressing affection like children, but the hand pinching the chest below the neck was full of lust. At the sharp pain, Plin’s nose turned red, and he could only sigh.

“Haa… hmm…”

He lowered his head and gnawed at the hardened n*pple. The other n*pple, which had been crushed between his fingers, was now being pressed down with his palm, urging an answer. His spread hand grasped the meager chest flesh and rubbed it up and down. Strange pain and pleasure erupted from the small, nerve-filled protrusion. If his mouth hadn’t been covered with cloth, his lips would have been completely bruised.

“Ah. You were so glad you cried?”

“Ahh, uhmm…”

Plin nodded his head vigorously.

“Uh-huh. I see.”

Hugo, despite asking the question himself, answered lukewarmly without even looking at Plin’s nod. He was solely focused on sucking the n*pples and rubbing his slippery c*ck against Plin’s pink-tinged knees. He played around a few times, but the knees didn’t have a concave spot for the c*ck to rest, so it kept slipping over the knees.

Realizing that it was uncomfortable to rub his c*ck on the knees, Hugo reached under Plin’s leg and lifted it.

“Ahhh!”

Suddenly, one leg was bent in half and spread open. His upper body almost fell back and hit the mirror painfully, but a large palm was already placed under his back like a cushion. The coldness of the glass mirror, incomparable to the chill of the wood, seeped into his back.

His gaze was fixed on the fiery red crotch. A half-erect, red c*ck, two adorably plump testicles beneath, a swollen perineum, and a tightly closed hole.

“Haa… haa…”

Even with just close observation, the perineum twitched. Hugo pressed down on the plump flesh a couple of times with his index finger. The firm pressure met with the resistance of the elastic skin. Somehow, the perineum was already damp and glistening.

The taut perineum had a line dividing the right and left sides. It was like the line that splits a peach in half. Hugo traced that slightly, adorably convex line with his fingernail.

“Ah, haa, it tickles…”

Plin moaned and spat out the crumpled-up hem of his shirt. Hugo lifted the other leg as well, spreading both legs wide, and buried his face.

When he licked from the scrotum to the hole, up and down, Plin writhed with a moan. The fox’s body was always cool, but the heat concentrated below was quite warm even against Hugo’s hot tongue.

“Ugh, kii…”

Softly, but insufficiently stimulated, the sensitive area accumulated frustration. Plin struggled weakly but spread his contracted legs on his own and even offered it to his mouth.

“Ha, what to do with this horny little fox.”

Hugo smiled, even as he chided Plin for his eagerness. As he spoke against the perineum, his hot breath and the soft skin of his lips kept brushing against the sensitive area.

“Ah, ahh… quickly…”

“Do you like me?”

“Haaa… yes, haa, ahh.”

“You wouldn’t feel like this if you didn’t like me.”

“Ah, ahh… I, like…”

Hugo rubbed his lips intensely against the perineum and licked with his tongue. The hole was located a bit further back than average, so Plin’s perineum was quite long, but it was covered by Hugo’s agile tongue.

The reddish, plump shape whetted his appetite. He sucked the plump flesh strongly, like a suction cup, making excessively lewd noises.

“Haaa, haaa… ahh, ah. Ah, ahh…”

The squelching and sucking sounds made it feel like his entire lower body was being sucked into his mouth. It was different from being sucked off, a bit more subtle but even more tantalizing. The perineum might be where the inner muscles of the c*ck are hidden. Like a wisdom tooth… If it were just flesh, it wouldn’t feel so sensitive.

“Haaa, ah, ahh…”

Plin cried and scratched Hugo’s shoulders. He tried to overcome the spontaneous convulsions of his body, but his knees, pressed under his hands, trembled finely, and his b*ttocks clenched, tightening the wrinkles of his hole.

From all the sucking and licking, three kiss marks, like bruises, were left on his perineum.

Hugo’s c*ck throbbed. He was caressing it carefully, but he was also in a hurry.

From the beginning, he just wanted to fuck. That disheveled appearance, the watery eyes, the body clinging tightly to his neck. He just wanted to lay him down and fuck. He was desperate to fuck even the physically impossible eyeballs, knees, or Adam’s apple.

Licking or rubbing to loosen every nook and cranny was solely because of the significantly smaller body to receive him. He was afraid that it might be covered in blood and not want to do it with him again, or that it might die during s*x.

But now, after hearing the confession of love, seeing it cry so prettily, and feeling its body against his, his patience was running out. He didn’t know how long he could hold back.

“I’m going crazy, really…”

Hugo sighed and kissed the hole. He made circles on the hole with his saliva and thrust his tongue into the hole that was firmly resisting like a taut rubber band.

“Ah, ahhh…!”

Despite all the effort, the hole tightly constricted around the tongue. It wasn’t loose at all, and the pressure was almost painful. Unable to hide his disappointment, Hugo bit down hard on the plump b*ttock flesh. He grabbed the twitching tail and held it in Plin’s hand.

“Hold your tail and spread your hole more.”

Plin blushed at Hugo’s words but readily complied with the request. Pulling the tail slightly lengthened the closed shape of the entrance vertically. The feeling of spreading was strange.

He thrust his tongue to the root all at once and stirred the inner flesh horizontally. As he thoroughly explored the inner walls, vibrations reached his tongue from the untouched depths.

“Haa! Ah, ahhh!”

His feet, clad in white socks, curled in, and his calves trembled. Hugo moved his tongue with the intensity of a man starved. He thrust like a c*ck, and sometimes he sharpened his tongue and fluttered it around the entrance teasingly. Then the hole opened and closed as if breathing, preparing for insertion.

Plin had unconsciously closed his eyes, his shoulders hunched. It felt like being fucked by a moderately sized, very wet c*ck. When it thrust in, it came too deep, parting the inner walls, and when it pulled out, it felt like the mucous membrane was being pulled out.

His lower abdomen tightened, and his abs stood out in lumps, his b*ttocks twitching and clenching. When he gripped his tail tightly in intense pleasure, the tongue thrust even deeper through the stretched opening of the hole.

But when he opened his eyes, a bright red tongue was lodged below. Even seeing it, he couldn’t believe he was being fucked by a tongue. Looking back on his life, it was too lewd an act to believe he was participating in. His nape and shoulders burned.

“Haa, p-pervert… ahh, haa…”

At Plin’s suppressed words, Hugo chuckled through his nose and pulled out his wet tongue. It was too thick and long to be considered human, taking time to fully emerge, like a c*ck. Seeing that sight, Plin gasped, frozen. Hugo refuted with a neat pronunciation, unlike the tongue that had just been ravaging his rear.

“Normal lovers do this all the time. Just don’t make a mess.”

As soon as he heard those words, a drop of clear prec*m fell from his firmly erect c*ck onto his stomach.