Lascivious wet squelching, slurping sounds rang out amid the choking scent of roses. The source of those noises was right under my gaze, in the vicinity of my chest. I was naked from the waist up, with my lower garments sloppily unfastened. Opposite me was a beautiful man clad in nothing but a shirt draped over his shoulders as he toyed with me.
I’d tried to pin him beneath me as usual, but he’d argued back: “That won’t be any different from what we always do. I said I’d tell you all about it, didn’t I?” So now, we were sat on the bed facing one another.
There was more than just saliva lending volume to the wet noises; my chest was slathered with balm as well. Lord Heinreid had straddled me and retrieved a bottle from the nightstand—that rose-scented balm, of all things. That wasn’t the only lubricant we had. I’d wanted to give him a sharp word or two about using it with me after what he’d just revealed, but “We might as well use up the last of it—wouldn’t want it going to waste” had been his enigmatic justification as he’d poured it out onto me. And now, here we were.
Having taken him up on his invitation, I was letting him do as he pleased for the moment. But it was blatantly clear that he was retracing those old memories of his, and my seething rage left me unable to fully concentrate.
“Does this feel good?” he asked.
The pads of his fingers rubbed and stroked my nipples. He’d been playing with them this entire time—licking, sucking, flicking. Those same acts would leave him melting and writhing in a heartbeat...but frankly, I didn’t feel much of anything.
“No,” I replied, shaking my head. “It just tickles a little.”
Having him pressed right against me, sucking at my chest, was certainly visually stimulating, but the actual sensation was rather tepid. His other hand, softly stroking at me through my underwear, was delivering far more pleasure.
“Hmm... Yeah, makes sense. I guess that’s what it’s normally like your first time.”
He withdrew sooner than I’d expected, licking at his wet lips. His lack of stubbornness in that regard was clearly rooted in personal experience—another jolt of anger ran through me at the thought. Smiling, he reached up and used his index finger to smooth out my furrowed brow, then planted a kiss on my temple. I sighed in exasperation at his transparent attempts to placate me. He continued peppering me with light kisses, his lips softly brushing my skin here and there as he drifted lower and lower.
I simply watched him for a few moments, waiting to see what he was up to. But when his lips moved below my navel and his fingers tugged at the waistband of my underwear, I finally realized his intent. I quickly grabbed his shoulders, pulling him away. Suddenly separated from me, he blinked up in confusion.
“Th-There’s no need for that,” I said frantically.
“Why not? Don’t like it?”
“Wouldn’t it be unpleasant for you?”
He’d lost his title and been branded an impostor, but nevertheless, he’d once been a man of noble birth. I may have been the one who’d forcibly made him mine, fully aware of his station, but that deed carried an inextricable sense of lowering oneself. Even just the thought of it filled me with unease. As hypocritical as it was after all I’d said about wanting to make him submit and mark him as mine, I didn’t want to subject this man to something so demeaning. The contradictory feelings swirling in my chest left me at a loss.
“Well, there’s plenty of people out there who’d hate giving head, and only a total scumbag would force someone to do it. But it’s fine. I want to do this for you. It doesn’t feel degrading or anything—it’s just a way of showing my love.”
Knowingly or not, he’d delivered a precise rebuttal to the thoughts in my mind. He softly pushed my hands off his shoulders. To top it all off, the word love left my already-shaky heart reeling and adrift, and I found myself letting him do as he wished. Taking advantage of my lack of resistance, Lord Heinreid finally buried his face in my groin.
“Nn, nhh...”
He reached into my underwear to retrieve my member, which was already firm and erect. After a few strokes of his hand, he opened his mouth wide and wrapped his lips around me. Enveloped in his warm wetness, I trembled involuntarily. He licked at me soothingly, then briefly released me, withdrawing with a small slurping sound. The next second, he moved down to the base. His fingers and palm smeared his own fluids and mine down my shaft as he traced his tongue along the bulging veins of the underside. He drifted ever so slowly up toward the head, pausing occasionally to kiss and suck. His teasing, frustrating pace sent shivers of pleasure racing down my spine. But as though deliberately dashing my hopes, his hot tongue slid back down, then up again, over and over, never quite reaching its destination.
I lifted a lock of hair out of his face and brushed it behind his ear.
“Did you learn that from your old lover too?” I asked, not wanting to know the answer in the slightest—anything to distract myself from the overwhelming pleasure.
Hearing the unmistakable jealousy drenching my voice, he lifted his gaze to mine, offering nothing but a knowing smile in reply. His lips latched onto me near my base, then withdrew with a loud slurp. I groaned at the sensation, but I clenched my gut and rode it out, thinking for a naive instant that we were finally done.
But Lord Heinreid struck while my guard was down. He enveloped my head with those lips once more, and this time, he didn’t stop there—his mouth plunged lower and lower, trying to swallow all of me. In my engorged state, there wasn’t enough space to fit completely; I felt the head bumping against an obstacle. Those lips that I gazed at day after day were spread wide, stuffed full of something unbelievable. My vision swam at the utterly perverse scene unfolding right before my eyes.
“Hff, hghh, nh...”
He bobbed his head up and down for a while, sucking at me with his mouth and stroking the excess length with his hands. Eventually, one hand moved away; I followed it with my eyes and watched him adeptly scoop up the balm still left in the bottle, then move around to his rear. I heard a small, wet noise and felt his breath catch around my length.
“Nnh, hhh... Nn... Ngh...”
That only lasted a brief moment, though. Before long, his fingers began busily working their way in and out. He made no attempt to touch himself, no effort to pursue his own pleasure—his efficient, businesslike motions were pure, single-minded preparation, and he himself showed not the slightest sign of enjoying it. My muddled brain cooled ever so slightly. Was that pained expression truly the face of someone showing his love?
As soon as that thought struck me, the groaning in his voice and the agony on his features became intolerable, and I dragged his head up and off me.
“Lord Heinreid, I—”
I don’t need any more, I tried to tell him once again, but as his mouth pulled away, his teeth lightly caught on the ridge of my head, and my voice cut out. With the sentence left unfinished, he interpreted my meaning as something else entirely.
“Oh, all right... But you lie down. I need more exercise, don’t I? I’ll do the moving today.”
It was a sultry admonition, a sweet-voiced command. His hands pushing on my shoulders had no real strength behind them, but for some reason, I toppled backward, unable to disobey.
The strange emphasis in his tone brought to mind our casual exchange a few days ago. The reason he’d lost weight hadn’t been lack of exercise at all, it turned out, but he still seemed to be holding that against me. He became fixated on the strangest things...