"A-Team starts from that end, B-Team patrols and subdues anyone suspicious. I’ll check from here."

"Yes, understood."

"If rumors spread, we’re the ones who suffer, so search thoroughly. Let’s finish within twenty minutes if possible. Move."

"Yes!"

At the gesture of the member acting as leader, his [N O V E L I G H T] subordinates scattered in perfect coordination.

Left alone, the member approached the nearest door holding the master key he had just received from Operations Headquarters. There were two holes in the doorknob. He inserted it once above and once below, turning clockwise and then counterclockwise.

Click — as the lock released, the door opened on its own without even needing to grasp the handle.

Creeeak—

The dark interior was silent. The member carefully illuminated the darkness with a flashlight.

A sofa, a table, documents covering one side of the wall. There was no sign of anyone inside. After stepping in a few paces and checking under the table, he opened the metal cabinet as well.

Dust had heavily accumulated inside, as if untouched for a long time. After scanning thoroughly and judging there was nothing suspicious, the member stepped back out.

He closed and locked the door, then moved to the one next to it. Busy footsteps echoed through the corridor.

The inspection proceeded smoothly.

***

"Haa... ha, ah...."

Leonardo Blaine’s lips twisted unsightly as his cheek was crushed against the door. His glistening lower face continuously released strained breaths. Following each exhale, damp patches spread across the thick door panel.

Droplets gathered on the surface and rolled down. The vertical trail met the viscous liquid pooled at the bottom. Splattered white streaks slid slowly downward, leaving sticky heat behind.

At his feet, the evidence of frenzy had accumulated openly — covering a fairly wide area.

The unfinished discharge still pushed out in pulses from the tip, and the two legs barely holding him upright trembled under the lingering aftershock.

Hugo embraced those provocative movements and felt them with his whole body.

The shifting shoulder blades tickling his chest, the spasms along the back of the thighs sharing the pleasure, the burning, pitiful sighs that alone stirred anguish — and even the strange sensation writhing within his hand, all vivid.

Though he could not see, Hugo focused on the density of the dampness coating the back of his hand and its heavy scent. He instinctively realized it had been quite a long time since the last release.

He had thought the sensitivity was natural from how reactively Leonardo squirmed at every touch, but whatever the reason, it was fortunate he responded well even to the unrefined touch of an older man.

He pressed his lips to Leonardo’s damp cheek, wet as the invaded space between his thighs, and gently tightened his grip as if helping him finish. Leonardo, with a sobbing moan, pushed his hips back and rubbed as though trying to lock together.

It didn’t seem intentional, but it was troublesome. Just as Hugo pulled back slightly to prevent things escalating—

"...Ugh."

What he held throbbed. More precisely, he could feel the flow of blood itself. Just as he began confusing it with his own pulse, the heated organ started swelling in his hand again.

"......."

Hugo’s eyes narrowed.

It seemed he had underestimated the vigor of someone in his twenties.

"Not enough?"

He asked just in case. The flushed nape rippled sharply even from behind.

Yet despite the aroused appearance, the ragged breathing sounded dangerously unstable. The body in his arms rose and fell slowly like a lion after a hunt.

Not long had passed since the end of the match; under tension and having just peaked, exhaustion must be considerable separate from desire.

At that moment, the sound of many people moving came from the nearby corridor. Hugo glanced sideways, assessing the presence in his arms. To avoid a difficult situation, he first conjured water with his left hand.

He washed away the semen scattered across the door and floor in a clean stream. Then, as he tried to withdraw his hand from Leonardo’s lower body to clean him—

A burning hand suddenly seized his escaping wrist.

“...Don’t pull out.”

The temperature was startlingly hot. While he was still puzzled, Leonardo slowly raised his bowed head from the door and staggered around to face him, ignoring the slickness under his shoes.

Half-loosened eyes looked up lazily.

The semen-clung lower abdomen twitched, repeatedly contracting and relaxing. Sweat occasionally slipped down and disappeared into the dark trail leading from his pelvis.

At the unbearably obscene sight, Hugo paused and followed as Leonardo led.

"Don’t pull out?"

"Mm...."

Leonardo overlapped his hand over Hugo’s wet one and pressed the man’s grasp onto his erection, as if telling him to hold properly.

"Ah... ngh, u...."

The man’s naturally cool body temperature made his hand almost chilling against overheated flesh. The difference could not be narrowed even by the will of a god of ice; instead it transmitted every minute motion, hesitation, and desire of the palm directly. The sensitive head throbbed as if about to burst.

Leonardo already knew he was not in his right mind, yet he could not endure the itch pooling in his lower abdomen. He wanted to empty himself until his nerves were worn down. He wanted to shatter the composed face of the man pretending to stay rational.

He decided to blame it all on the unknown compound.

Breathing heatedly, Leonardo guided Hugo’s fingertips with trembling hands, wrapping the long fingers around the hardened length again and curling each joint.

The lukewarm warmth, the nobleman’s skin smoother than expected for a man, and the broad palm soaked in his own release—

All of it stirred Leonardo’s senses and sent chilling tremors through his body.

He licked his lips and pressed closer to Hugo, licking at the closed mouth, demanding affection and melting the stiff lips and hand that could not grasp his intention.

The creased palm, soft unlike his own callused skin — he rubbed himself against it, the wet sounds turning it into something like a vulgar opening.

Leonardo moved his hips, thrusting into that gap, meeting blue eyes directly while seeking Hugo’s lips.

"Hmm, u...."

Golden eyes glimmered faintly in the dark like a predator eyeing prey. A savoring moan slipped between teeth and teased his tongue. He seemed wholly absorbed in satisfying his own desire.

Hugo simply watched, though inside he was somewhat confused.

The flesh moving in his palm felt different from the one that had trembled so cutely moments ago. The provocative gaze made him realize he was now being treated purely as an object of arousal.

Ha.

Hugo’s thoughts sneered inwardly. At that moment, the insolent hand again moved toward his solid lower body.

It grabbed and shook as if to tear off the buckle and zipper. His lower body nearly got pulled forward; the intent needed no words.

To say he was unmoved would be a lie. Yet it was his first time being used as a target while another man thrust his hips at him, and he hesitated briefly on how to accept it.

He had tried to help, yet was used as a tool instead — the dignity he had carried as a duke showed a hint of humiliation. So this is what “strange feeling” means?

Still, his masculinity that had always held the upper hand treated the challenge lightly and suggested indulging the audacity for a moment — though he had no intention of playing along completely.

Instinct walked a tightrope, making Hugo’s throat bob. His blue gaze narrowed, and after separating their lips he grabbed Leonardo’s bold wrist.

He pinned it firmly beside the disheveled blond hair.

"Where do you think."

His voice and eyes were deliberately cold, yet it only sharply scraped down Leonardo’s spine. Moving his hips against the wet sensation, Leonardo bit his own lip to fill the empty mouth.

Even so, he freed the captured hand and wrapped it around the man’s neck. One leg hooked behind Hugo’s sturdy leg.

"You said you’d help."

As he clung closer, their Achilles tendons brushed, and their soaked arousals pressed together.

Burying his face against Hugo’s neck, he whispered softly with a faint laugh.

"Try tightening properly."