Chapter 40

“It can’t be helped.”

Still sitting over him, Yuri pulled off the shirt bunched above his chest. After tossing it to the floor, he slowly lowered a hand toward his pants and caught the zipper strained tight by his already swollen erection. As he opened the buckle and lowered the zipper, Cherriot’s expression hardened. He was clearly mistaking Yuri’s intentions for the outcome he wanted least.

I’m about to let that absurd thing inside me. I’m entitled to see him startled for a moment.

“Yuri, I don’t want to overpower you. What I said earlier was serious. Don’t make me lose control,” Cherriot whispered in a grave voice. The sound was deep, roughened almost to metal, suggesting he had reached the end of his restraint.

In raw strength, Yuri would certainly lose. Their weight classes differed, and the muscle Cherriot had built through hockey possessed overwhelming density. If they were fighting to kill, it would have been another matter. But now…

“Quiet. ”

Yuri pressed one finger firmly against Cherriot’s moving red lips, then pushed his index and middle fingers into the man’s mouth. Cherriot’s tongue, about to form another word, touched them. Startled, Cherriot stared piercingly at him. Holding his gaze, Yuri slowly lifted his hips.

A suggestive tension passed between them as Cherriot gradually understood what Yuri was doing. The tongue that had gone still began coating Yuri’s two fingers with saliva. Yuri released a low breath of arousal and simply allowed him to lick. Lowering his gaze, Cherriot closed his lips firmly around Yuri’s fingers and sucked as though performing oral sex.

The wet sound escaping beneath his lips made the sensation unbearable. With his free hand, Yuri dragged down his pants and the boxer briefs beneath them. Then he pressed his fingers against Cherriot’s tongue once more before pulling them free. Yuri slowly reached the saliva-slick fingers behind himself.

The instant they touched an area he had never handled except while washing, a chill rippled across his skin. Revulsion rose with it. He had already chosen what he would do, but he had never imagined using this part of his body for sex.

“Haa…”

Nausea rolled through him. Yuri squeezed his eyes shut, furrowed his brow, and forced one finger inside without hesitation. When his index finger pushed through the tightly closed ring of muscle, the sphincter clamped hard and attempted to expel it. His body stiffened in rejection at the unfamiliar intrusion, but Yuri applied more pressure and buried the finger deeper.

Once he had made a decision, finishing at once suited him better than hesitation.

Ha.

The crease between his pale brows deepened. If inserting one finger felt this tight, Yuri could not imagine how he would take Cherriot’s cock. An average-sized one might somehow have been forced inside. Cherriot’s, however, was incomparable in both thickness and length.

I suppose I’ll tear.

An injury to his insides was not a pain Yuri had endured before, but this was something he had chosen rather than something being forced on him.

He believed he could withstand it.

Yuri released the breath he had unconsciously held and attempted to relax through deep breathing. His chest rose and fell with the effort. He was about to add his middle finger when a powerful sensation came from the front.

Startled, Yuri opened his eyes and looked down. Cherriot had taken hold of his cock. Without looking away from Yuri, he wrapped one broad palm around the shaft and began stroking slowly. Yuri was well endowed himself, but Cherriot’s hands were so large that one could enclose almost the entire length.

“Keep going. ” Cherriot gave the order quietly.

Yuri hesitated, then sealed his lips and used his middle finger to widen the opening. Two fingers were unquestionably difficult.

How had the men who slept with Cherriot managed this?

“Hah… ”

Yuri, forcing himself open from behind, parted his lips as the pleasure from the front grew stronger. Cherriot was stimulating him with exceptional skill. With one hand, he tightened and released rhythmically around the shaft as though using his mouth. With the other, he rubbed his thumb over the tip, where precum had begun to gather. The coarse hardness of calluses against the urethral opening sent a piercing pleasure through Yuri’s cock and up into his spine.

“Haa… Hah…”

The erection that had softened slightly when Yuri began opening himself returned completely, rigid in Cherriot’s grip. The way it jerked in the man’s hand looked shamelessly desperate for more. Seeing it through half-open eyes, Yuri felt humiliated, yet he had to admit that Cherriot’s handjob was nearly enough to drive him senseless.

No one had ever touched him like this.

Ah… Haa… Ah…

His moans quickened, each breath shorter and more erratic. Releasing low, broken sounds, Yuri shifted his hips, rocking back and forth in a rhythm he had long since internalized. He was so deeply submerged in that familiar, driving pleasure that he failed to notice the intensity of Cherriot’s gaze fixed upon him.

After more than three years of abstinence, Yuri responded with an agonizing, heightened sensitivity. Lost in the pursuit of relief, he completely abandoned the use of his own hands; they rested limp and useless behind him, curled awkwardly against the sofa.

“You like that?”

“Haa… Hah… Ah…”

Yuri nodded frantically, biting down hard on his lower lip to keep from crying out.

Cherriot studied the erotic distortion in his eyes with a dark satisfaction. “Then focus only on that.”

The pleasure surged with such devastating intensity that Cherriot’s voice dissolved into a distant, indistinct hum. As Yuri lowered his fever-flushed throat, he let out a long, shuddering sound of contentment. The instant he felt a subconscious desire for Cherriot to grip him harder, the hand encircling his waist tightened.

Ah.

The stimulation sharpened with rhythmic perfection, and Yuri sensed the precipice of climax approaching. If this continued—if it went just a little further—

“Hah…”

The sensation from behind abruptly ceased, halting his progress just before the edge. Yuri’s eyes snapped open as Cherriot caught his wrist, pulling his fingers away from his own body. Cherriot abandoned the rubbing, pulled Yuri’s hand entirely away, and pushed his own saliva-slicked fingers into the tight passage instead.

“Why did you stop? Keep moving.” Cherriot’s tone held an edge of irritation.

Yuri, confused by the sudden shift, narrowed his fever-bright eyes.

Cherriot glared at Yuri’s flushed cheeks, then let out an incredulous, jagged laugh. “You really do know how handsome you are.”

Unlike Yuri’s clumsy efforts, Cherriot’s fingers explored with expert precision, working deep to stroke the soft inner walls. Although Yuri hadn’t consciously hesitated, his lack of technique was evident. Cherriot navigated the tight space with ease, his touch both demanding and exploratory.

“You make a face like that and expect me to stay angry?”

“What face…?” Yuri couldn’t finish. The pressure inside him felt alien, overwhelming. He froze, his brows drawn together, his mouth hanging open in a silent, jagged line.

Cherriot moved his fingers, searching. They traced the path along Yuri’s lower abdomen until his fingertips discovered a slightly swollen point hidden deep within. “It’s buried deep, just like you.”

“What are you—”

Before Yuri could answer, Cherriot countered back with an action rather than words. He pressed his fingers against that specific point, applying a measured, unrelenting pressure between Yuri’s intestines and lower abdomen.

“Ah!”

Yuri jolted, folding at the waist. When he instinctively lifted his hips to escape the touch, Cherriot followed. As the man pressed and rubbed the sensitive spot, Yuri’s cock convulsed, growing rigid.

A prickling sensation rippled throughout his body, raising chills that seemed to vibrate inside his very skull. He couldn’t distinguish between pleasure and pain, the lines blurring into one agonizing thrill.

“Stop, Cherry—ah, fuck, let—”

A desperate moan escaped Yuri’s clenched teeth as he squeezed his eyes shut. Cherriot had resumed stroking his cock, but his touch was softer, more sensual than before.

“Haa… Hah… Haa…”

Yuri’s mind began to unravel.

The sensation striking from within numbed him, waves of tingling pleasure flooding his senses—a pleasure familiar in kind, yet far more intense than anything he had known. As the moments dragged on, Yuri’s body began to accept the feeling spreading from within as a form of ecstasy as well.

His limit approached.

With a faint frown, Yuri tightened his jaw, his hips moving faster. Despite having stroked him without a single pause, Cherriot showed no sign of fatigue, matching Yuri’s pace with rapid, firm pumps.

On the brink of release, Yuri suddenly remembered that Cherriot was the one in rut, yet he alone was the one receiving the pleasure. The unfairness of coming first made him attempt to pull away, to stop Cherriot for a moment. At that instant, the fingers inside him withdrew.

The loss of concentration pulled Yuri back from the edge of climax. He opened his eyes, searching for Cherriot, his heart hammering. Why had he stopped? Yuri looked toward him with wet, resentful blue eyes.

“I thought I would die holding back, Wolfie.”

Something else touched the opening Cherriot’s fingers had vacated. The large, pulsing head of Cherriot’s cock rubbed against the small, tightly pleated pink entrance, teasing it like a kiss. The heat radiating from him was incomparable to the touch of fingers.

Startled, Yuri widened his eyes, his mouth falling open. Before he could utter a word, Cherriot caught his waist with his free hand, pinning him in place, and drove his hips upward.

Thud.

The cock Yuri had feared—or perhaps yearned—to take, slammed forcefully inside him. His folds stretched flat in a single, agonizing instant, and the tightly closed entrance yielded to the full width of the shaft. A stinging, scorching pain flared through the opening, so severe that Yuri momentarily thought he had torn.

His mouth formed a silent cry as he bent forward.

It was inside.

Behind him.

“Hngh, Yuri… Fuck, you’re too tight.” Cherriot’s cock was lodged deep within him. “Ah, it feels like it’ll break. Haa… It hurts, Yuri.”

It had actually gone in.

Unable to comprehend the reality of it, Yuri stared down, witnessing that half of Cherriot’s cock had disappeared into his own body. Cherriot had been so desperate he had only dragged his pants beneath his hips, refusing to undress properly, and now he continued pulling Yuri down, leaving escape impossible.

“It isn’t even halfway in. What were you planning to do?”

Cherriot complained with playful sweetness, then thrust upward with enough force to steal Yuri’s breath. Even with less than half inside, Yuri felt as if his entire body had been pierced through. The knowledge that so much more remained made nausea rise in his throat.

Cherriot continued pressing deeper.

“Stop—wait—ah!”

Burning pain climbed his inner walls from below. His abdomen tightened, the skin feeling as though it might split. Asking him to relax was an impossibility. His body, receiving an Alpha for the first time, stiffened in raw panic. More than the pain, the crushing internal pressure tormented him.

The pain itself was almost tolerable.

“Relax, Yuri. Shh. Breathe out. That’s it. Good.”