“Ha, ngh....”

“Haa....”

Gripping Leonardo’s thigh, Hugo crushed his soiled tie against his lower body. One of Leonardo’s legs lifted and he lost balance, his body pitching backward. Thud — the sound of him hitting the door rang fairly loud, but neither had the leisure to care.

Hugo’s hand barely supporting the back of his head drifted through the golden hair. Tilting their heads, they rubbed noses and lips awkwardly together, endlessly devouring each other.

Perhaps from being bitten so much, the heated mucosa inside Leonardo’s mouth felt swollen. When Hugo teased the plumpened flesh with his tongue, the brow facing him twitched.

Had kisses shared while sweating ever been this sweet? Hugo realized, despite the situation, he was more absorbed than ever.

Intoxicated by the unidentified scent coming from Leonardo, he felt as if he too were becoming childish. Otherwise, no matter how provocative the challenge, he wouldn’t recklessly indulge like this.

He drew his hips back, then thrust deeply between the dangling legs.

Bang—

“Room number D-98. Clear.”

“Mmn, ah—.”

Crushed against the doorframe, Leonardo let out a sensual whimper. His aroused organ, swollen like his lips, was ravaged between layers of fabric. Whether by will or not, it was thoroughly smeared, pre-fluid staining the front pressed with his weight.

As the act repeated, the numbed opening twitched with the urge to release. Hugo, who had been stroking it as if gagging it, tugged the end of the tie.

“Ugh—.”

Just a single motion sent ripples through the body connected by cloth like a butterfly effect.

The heated nape quickly dampened with breath. Trembling flutter, reddened eyes, pleading gaze.

“Untie this....”

A spectacular sight.

Seeing the one who had thrust so boldly lose strength stirred a dark sadism.

Bang—

“Room number D-99. Clear.”

Unable to hold back, Hugo crushed the delicate eyelashes with his lips. As he wiped the eyelids with breath and mouth, the trembling response was vivid.

Liquid — sweat or saliva — glistened across Leonardo’s eyes and nose bridge. Sweet moisture ran along flushed cheeks, which he licked.

Under the near-devouring bites, Leonardo merely clung like a tame cat, panting. But the throbbing building in his lower abdomen became hard to endure. The trapped fluid swelled him while the cloth tightened like a leash.

With a sigh and irritated moan, he groped impatiently, urging Hugo’s cruel hobby.

“Ah... if you’re going to do this then just—”

“No. Punishment for teasing an adult.”

Fearing what words might spill from that unruly mouth, Hugo pushed his breath inside. Leonardo’s hollow cheeks puffed with air then leaked through his teeth, and a thick tongue slipped into the space.

Hugo’s arousal, no longer easy to hide, shifted and rose within tight clothing, clearly outlined.

The messy friction and lewdness awakened desire long restrained.

As if aware, Leonardo’s leg resting in Hugo’s palm slid against his waist. His Achilles pressed into the man’s buttock, swaying like a tail.

Bang—

“Room number D-100. Clear.”

The constant blue beneath Hugo’s eyes reddened.

...Damn.

He looked down intensely at the beauty who pretended to writhe helplessly yet seduced more skillfully than anyone.

Just as his resolve nearly wavered, the checking sounds outside grew closer, voices mixing between the repeated noise.

“W-wait.”

Leonardo awkwardly covered the light hole with his palm, but his body kept being pushed, the light flickering between his fingers.

The naive hand moving before the beam looked even more obscene. If those outside were the audience, what would they think? Hugo mocked his own indecent imagination.

He had long lost dignity, but didn’t intend to display the sight in his arms. Continuing instinctive thrusts, he grabbed the searching hand at once.

“Bothering you?”

“Ugh... wouldn’t it bother you?”

“You told me to tighten it. Thought you didn’t mind.”

He shamelessly replied while pressing lips to bent fingertips, tongue tracing palm lines, sucking and biting the mound below the thumb.

Meeting his lazy gaze while their bodies rubbed drove Leonardo nearly mad.

“...Fuck.”

Someday he’d shove his own into that indecent mouth. Grimacing, he pushed the clothing upward with the tip, grinding against the heavy shape inside.

“Ah, ngh....”

Closing his eyes, he threw his head back, feeling he might burst at once. Hugo brushed back his damp hair and slipped an arm behind his waist, lifting him lightly.

He set him a step aside — a slight difference but a blind spot from the peephole.

Holding Leonardo’s chin as he kissed him, Hugo reached with his other hand and drew a line on the door.

A crude magic circle formed from smeared fluid — imperfect, but enough to block scent and sound.

With the measure prepared, he grew bolder, pulling the knot to make the illicit birthday gift cry despite footsteps echoing nearby.

“Ah, it hurts—.”

Leonardo’s voice lowered instinctively. Hugo didn’t stop, swaying him like a waltz.

“Hng, I said it hurts—.”

Clinging anxiously, Leonardo punched his shoulder. Hugo tightened the tied length between his fingers and finally whispered,

“Leo, I’ve wanted to say this. When you punch, it actually hurts.”

“Ah— because you keep teasing—!”

“Shh.”

Suppressing laughter, he whispered,

“I’m enduring too. Why don’t you try?”

“....”

“If we’re caught like this, it’ll be troublesome.”

“...Crazy bastard.”

“And in my experience... you don’t say it hurts when it really does.”

He kissed Leonardo’s chin, blue eyes smiling. Speechless, Leonardo flushed red.

Outside, footsteps slowed.

His heartbeat roared in his ears. They’d noticed something.

Biting his ear, Hugo whispered deliberately,

“They’re coming here.”

Covering his mouth, Leonardo tried to silence him — but Hugo grabbed his buttock and stroked upward, tightening deliberately.

“A-ah, don’t—”

The shiver shot up his spine, toes curling, thighs closing instinctively.

Yet the obscene hand continued, pressing the sensitive opening, sliding upward again. His hips jerked uncontrollably.

The act now nearly resembled sex, yet neither stopped.

Hugo held Leonardo’s organ and rubbed fiercely through the cloth like a kiss.

“Ah— stop—”

Heat and wetness crushed together; saliva spilled from Leonardo’s clenched teeth as he tried to restrain him.

Knock knock—

“Anyone inside?”

The voice came right at the door. Leonardo froze — but Hugo yanked the ribbon sideways.

“Ah—!”

The knot scraped free; a large hand clamped over his mouth.

A pale stream burst out violently, soaking their lower bodies and even Hugo’s broad chest and # Nоvеlight # cheek.