“I’ve… never used my ass before.”
Was what Rihen said really true? Or was it merely a fabrication he had blurted out in haste to escape this situation? If he had once again resorted to a lie because he could not bring himself to mix bodies with someone he had practically raised… Theo did not think he could endure it.
He gripped Rihen tightly around the waist so he could not run away. It was the first time he had ever squeezed his bare skin so firmly. The flesh beneath his palms was smooth and hot. What would I do if Rihen pushed me away? The moment he imagined a despair that had not even happened yet, his head felt as though it might burst.
But Rihen did not run. He stretched out both arms and wrapped them around Theo’s neck. The face meeting his at such close range wore that characteristically beautiful, smiling expression. As he always did, he whispered gently, though his voice trembled slightly.
“So… you have to be gentle.”
Theo tightened the arm around Rihen’s waist. As their short breaths crossed, their positions reversed. Rihen’s back touched the bed, and Theo covered him from above. Ash-gray hair scattered across the white sheets.
Theo supported himself with his hands planted on either side of Rihen’s face and met his blood-red eyes directly. The face that was always smiling with easy composure had stiffened in bewilderment. It was an expression Rihen had never shown even once before. It was unfamiliar, and that made Theo like it even more. He wanted Rihen to bring out every one of those varied expressions he kept hidden and show them all in front of him. Even the sight of him crying.
“Rihen, but everything is my first time, so I don’t know what counts as gentle.”
Theo’s thigh pushed between Rihen’s legs. His trouser-clad thigh rubbed against the fully exposed lower half of Rihen’s body. As his knee persistently teased him, a response quickly began to appear. Rihen could neither push Theo away nor embrace him, and instead clutched helplessly at the bedsheets. Theo gently took hold of Rihen’s wrist and made him wrap his arms around Theo’s neck again.
“So… tell me right away if it hurts.”
“You said everything is your first time. Do you even know how to do it?”
Rihen narrowed his eyes as he asked. The question seemed so absurd that Theo let out a brief laugh. Did he still see him only as a child?
“Rihen, I’m twenty years old.”
There was probably no need to mention that he had heard far too much while working at the tavern.
What Theo truly wanted was to plunge into the deepest part of Rihen all at once. If he filled that flat lower abdomen with semen and then plugged it with something so none of it could spill out… he would surely be happy.
But Theo did not do that. He could not ruin Rihen’s ‘first’ merely for the sake of his own desire. Just as Rihen had asked, he intended to embrace him gently.
He traced every inch of the skin he had longed so desperately to touch. His fingertips slid down the nape of Rihen’s neck, reached the chest that rose and fell faintly with tension, then moved over his stomach to his waist and down to his thighs. His body had looked so solid, but the flesh on the inside of his thighs was softer than expected.
When Theo slowly caressed his skin, Rihen’s legs twitched. Since he was not yet hard, it did not seem to be pleasure, but simply ticklishness. Theo was relieved that Rihen did not have an overly sensitive body that leaked helplessly from the slightest caress. If Rihen had possessed such a wanton body, Theo would have tormented himself endlessly by imagining how many customers had passed through him and what cruel things they had done to him. And then he would have tracked down every last bastard who had treated Rihen roughly and…. No. That was enough. He had to stop thinking.
“Rihen….”
Murmuring his name out of habit, Theo suddenly realized something.
Perhaps ‘Rihen’ was not even his real name. There was no evidence anywhere that it was.
There were far too many things he did not know about Rihen. That was precisely why he had to learn more. As much as he possibly could.
And now, Theo had already discovered many things. How hot Rihen’s skin was. How lovely his cheeks looked when they flushed red with embarrassment. He had already known that Rihen had little and faint body hair, and that two moles sat side by side on his left thigh.
The feel of his lips, the taste of his breath and saliva, the expression he made when aroused and the kinds of moans he let out… those were things Theo could learn one by one from now on.
Theo lowered his head and kissed Rihen on the lips. When he licked at Rihen’s lips with the tip of his tongue, Rihen exhaled softly and slowly opened his mouth. Theo pushed his tongue inside that narrow, damp cavern. Rihen’s eyes widened. His expression seemed to ask whether Theo knew how to kiss too.
Theo moved his tongue carefully. He wanted to melt Rihen gently from head to toe and devour every part of him, but compared to the boldness with which he had pressed their lips together, his kissing was clumsy. Unlike Rihen, even kissing was Theo’s first time, so that was only natural. Rihen’s eyes, which had gone round with surprise, soon curved into crescents as though he had expected as much. His expression returned to its usual ease.
Theo wanted to see that handsome face twist with bewilderment. More than that, he wanted to make him sob. Was it not human instinct to want to see the vulnerable side of the person one loved?
Rihen skillfully received Theo’s tongue. He gently rubbed Theo’s palate and slowly swept along the inside of his cheek. The way he pressed their lips together and entwined their tongues without seeming even slightly short of breath made his experience unmistakable. He was completely different from Theo, who was still clumsy.
Rihen pulled his lips away and smiled slyly.
“If I’d known this would happen… maybe I should’ve taught you how to kiss instead of only teaching you swordsmanship.”
“Will you really teach me?”
Though he knew it was obviously a joke, Theo asked with complete seriousness. Rihen looked caught off guard. Theo did not miss that brief moment of hesitation.
“Teach me everything.”
Theo’s hand moved downward. He gripped Rihen’s still-soft cock. For someone who sold his body, its color was surprisingly pale. Theo wrapped both hands around it and began stroking. This was easier than kissing. He had kneaded his own shaft and pressed firmly against the glans many times before.
…While imagining Rihen.
“Teach me how to kiss, where you like to be touched… Teach me everything, Rihen.”
His long, thick fingers delicately caressed the cock growing wet with pre-cum. They were the callused hands of a swordsman. The same strong hands that had gripped and swung a sword only a few hours ago now held the cock of the man who had raised him like family. Hot, slick weight pressed against his palm. Before long, Rihen’s fully swollen length pulsed inside Theo’s hand.
“Ugh, ngh….”
Rihen’s smile slowly fell apart. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand and suppressed his moans. Theo stared down at him as though entranced, without even blinking. A scene that had only ever been permitted in dreams had now become a reality he could touch simply by reaching out. Without realizing it, he tightened his grip.
When he squeezed the sensitive part where sensation gathered, Rihen let out a pained groan. At the same moment, semen spurted in thick pulses. With his face flushed, Theo lightly licked the cum smeared across his palm. It was salty and faintly fishy, but when he thought about the fact that it had come from Rihen, it seemed strangely sweet as well.
“Wh-Why are you eating that…?”
Rihen stared at Theo with an expression that said he had many things to say, then quickly regained his composure as though he had reached some conclusion on his own. Right, he’s at an age when he’s curious about everything… Rihen seemed to mutter something like that, but his voice was too quiet for Theo to hear clearly.
Theo spread the remaining semen evenly across his fingers. He intended to use it in place of lubricant. He lifted one of Rihen’s legs. Resting the ankle on his shoulder, he reached between the cleft of his ass. His fingertip touched the closed hole. The tightly packed folds were dry. Theo liked the fact that Rihen’s body was completely unprepared to receive a man. It made him think, just as he had hoped, that he really was the first.
A finger slick with semen pushed inside. Beginning with the index finger, slowly, so he would not draw blood. While probing below with his hand, Theo watched Rihen’s expression closely. Rihen had turned his head to the side and squeezed his eyes shut. His face, already pale by nature, had lost what little color it had and looked even whiter.
“Rihen, are you all right?”
Theo asked carefully. Rihen answered without opening his eyes.
“Mmm…. This doesn’t even count as pain. I’ve been through much worse.”
The words sounded less like an answer directed at Theo and more like a whisper Rihen was repeating to himself so he would not waver.
Theo wondered what those worse things had been, but he did not ask. He could not bring up other customers on this small bed where only he and Rihen existed.
Rihen seemed to have experienced everything except using his back. He must have mixed bodies with people of many different tastes, and among them, there were surely some who took pleasure in feeding on another person’s pain. Like the bastard who had left countless bite marks across Rihen’s skin, or the one who had branded a vivid mark onto his neck and then walked away without a care.
And some of them had surely wanted to hold Rihen down and rut against him like dogs. If someday someone offered him an enormous sum of money and asked to take him there… Rihen might not be able to refuse. Because he was promiscuous, kind, and could not even reject Theo’s request, so here he was spreading his legs for him….
When had Theo developed this awful habit of imagining the worst first?
He emptied his mind and fixed his gaze on Rihen. When Rihen’s scent brushed against the tip of his nose, his thoughts finally stopped, and reality became clear again.
Theo gripped Rihen’s cock once more and stroked it while patiently loosening him from behind. He rubbed his lips along the line of Rihen’s neck and gradually increased the number of fingers one by one. Rihen covered his face with both arms and panted softly. The tips of his ears, which he could not completely hide, had turned red.