Chapter 41

Cherriot moved the hand that had paused and began stroking Yuri’s cock again. The erection, which had briefly softened from the shock, began to harden beneath his touch. His hand slid along the shaft, rising until his palm closed around the crown, then released.

Yuri had thought it before, but Cherriot’s skill was absurd. How could a simple touch of a hand arouse him this completely? Yuri surrendered his body to the rhythm and slowly relaxed. As he fought to breathe deeply, the tension began to bleed away, and he loosened himself once more.

At that same moment, another portion of Cherriot’s cock slid inside.

“Ah…”

The entrance that had clenched in defiance now opened smoothly.

Cherriot, who had been enduring his own agony, released a satisfied breath. Yuri’s waist narrowed beneath his chest, his hips remaining slim and fragile, and between the small, perfectly shaped curve of his ass, Cherriot’s enormous cock remained embedded as Yuri collapsed against him.

The volume felt, without exaggeration, enough to fill Yuri’s abdomen entirely. His body had swallowed Cherriot, leaving his ass stretched wide enough to appear almost pitiable.

Yuri felt fixed in place, impaled on a pole, and couldn’t imagine moving. He breathed in short gasps, his brows curved helplessly.

Cherriot stared at his face as though bewitched by a ghost, then cursed, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He sounded as though he had no idea what to do with the emotion overwhelming him. “That expression is driving me insane.” Muttering in a daze, Cherriot released Yuri’s cock. A brief flash of disappointment made Yuri’s lips tremble. Cherriot whispered, “It’s all right. I’ll make you come another way.”

Yuri didn’t understand.

There was little he could do, immobilized like a creature caught in a trap.

“I really… held back so much.”

The petulant complaint followed. Even through the discomfort, Yuri found the behavior strangely cute, and he released a small, incredulous laugh through his frown. Cherriot noticed immediately that Yuri found him endearing. Like a man who had waited only for this moment, he pounced.

“Now I’m doing whatever I want.”

Gripping Yuri’s waist, Cherriot lifted him slightly and pulled his hips back. The cock that had been inserted with such effort slid halfway out. Yuri opened his mouth and released a long, soundless groan, his eyes tightening.

Cherriot watched him, his own eyes stripped of focus. Yuri’s chest swelled as he breathed, and when he looked down again, Cherriot’s green irises had nearly rolled white. The thick, desire-laden stare focused solely on him sent an inexplicable tremor through Yuri.

The moment chills raised across his skin and his body shuddered, Cherriot drove him down. The cock pierced him in one straight thrust, as if flattening the winding passage inside. Yuri folded at the waist and choked on the breath knocked from him, feeling as though he had been struck directly in the stomach.

Catching Yuri before he collapsed, Cherriot released the desire he had restrained all this time. His eyes emptied completely of reason as he stared at Yuri and drove his hips upward. Yuri’s ass struck repeatedly against his pelvis, filling the room with the sharp sounds of flesh colliding.

“Hah… Ah…”

For a while, Yuri could do nothing but force air from his lungs. His entire body moved violently up and down, hard enough to make his skull ring. Each time the exposed skin beneath him struck Cherriot’s testicles, pain bloomed as though bruises were forming. Unable to control his body, Yuri’s head fell forward and snapped back repeatedly. Veins rose in his neck each time, and low, broken sounds escaped him like cries.

“Ah… Ngh…”

The sofa creaked violently and shifted beneath Cherriot’s movements. Yuri couldn’t even regulate his breaths properly. He allowed every sound to spill free. When the thick flesh driving into him struck the swollen place Cherriot had found earlier, Yuri released a cry and collapsed across the man’s body.

“Aah…!”

Pleasure strong enough to roll his eyes back gathered inside his abdomen. The burning, needling pain remained, but the sensation that had just struck him was powerful enough to overwhelm it. Yuri’s eyes opened wide as his body convulsed. He reacted without the slightest regard for his own will. Even when he wanted the trembling to stop, the vibrating pleasure spreading from his lower body overpowered him. He could not regain control.

“Yuri… You have to endure a little longer.”

Cherriot stroked Yuri’s back as he lay collapsed across his chest. Yuri lifted an arm and attempted to brace himself on the sofa, but Cherriot sat up, holding him. Seeing Yuri’s startled eyes, Cherriot smiled suggestively and lowered him onto the sofa as before. The sudden weight drove the cock into a place impossibly deep.

“Ah!”

Yuri’s mouth opened and his hips arched upward. Pleasure struck down from the crown of his head like lightning. A helpless stream of moans poured through his parted lips. Something felt terribly wrong, yet pleasure unlike anything he had experienced tore his thoughts into disorder. He could no longer think at all.

Cherriot looked down with blackened eyes at Yuri twisting beneath him, chin thrown back. Then he pulled out completely. Yuri felt as though his intestines were being dragged out with the cock, leaving his abdomen abruptly hollow. When the pressure that had filled him vanished, he barely focused his eyes and stared upward.

Cherriot smiled with satisfaction at the Alpha lying beneath him with his legs spread. The strong man who had seemed incapable of collapsing before any threat now lay in a form no one familiar with him could have imagined. Sweat shone clearly over pale skin, contrasting with disordered black hair. His pants remained caught near his thighs, and the skin between his legs and around his ass had turned red from taking the younger, powerful Alpha. Even his blue eyes had gone slightly unfocused with arousal. Cherriot’s gaze devoured every part of him, and he breathed like a satiated beast. Oddly, Yuri was the one left yearning. Without the fullness that had occupied his abdomen, abandoned midway through the act, he grew desperate.

Not knowing exactly what he wanted, Yuri looked up at Cherriot with something almost pleading in his face.

“Mm. I know.”

Cherriot whispered as though he understood everything and bent over him. He yanked the pants caught around Yuri’s thighs down completely and took hold of Yuri’s pale ankles, curved inward like crescents. Pulling the long legs toward him, he set them over his shoulders and pressed close again. His cock rubbed between Yuri’s spread cheeks and pushed back inside.

“Here. What Yuri wants.”

Stretched by the absurd size he had already taken, the opening did not fully close and accepted Cherriot more easily than before. Yuri narrowed his eyes and focused on the hard flesh sliding inward, spreading and filling the soft passage. The fact that two people with separate bodies could connect this completely seemed impossibly wondrous.

Once he recognized it, Yuri wanted desperately to remain joined to Cherriot like this. Thoughts of what was appropriate for an Alpha, or whether this was the role his body had supposedly been made for, had no room to enter. The heat of another living person and the movement of a body desiring him were almost unbearably ecstatic. Forgetting the pain, Yuri twisted his waist and tried to take him deeper.

Cherriot froze briefly, cursed, and frowned. As though needing somewhere to release the overwhelming emotion, he turned his head and bit hard into Yuri’s ankle. A crescent of teeth marks formed over the Achilles tendon.

“Hah…”

Even the pain of the bite became stimulation. Yuri groaned with his dark brows drawn tight. Cherriot rubbed his cheek against Yuri’s ankle and resumed moving.

With Yuri supported more securely, Cherriot drove into him at a speed incomparable to before. Yuri was shaken without restraint, releasing involuntary moans with every breath. His bare skin rubbed hard against the sofa fabric until his back stung more severely than his lower body.

“Hah—ah!”

Cherriot knelt between Yuri’s legs, holding them, and gradually leaned his upper body down until they were nearly pressed together. Folded halfway beneath Cherriot, Yuri grew accustomed to the cock sliding in and out, striking deep into tender flesh. Only the sensations Cherriot created remained vivid.

“Ah… Cherriot!”

Pleasure tangled with pain gathered steadily in Yuri’s lower abdomen. Every time the long cock entered, it dragged harshly over his inner walls. Every time it withdrew, the blunt head scraped through him like a hook.

Chills rose again and again.

Was being penetrated always like this? Did other people feel this way? Was a human body even meant to endure pleasure this intense?

“Ah… Hah…”

By then Cherriot had nearly folded himself over Yuri, pressing him down beneath the full weight of his body. Each thrust carried that weight, forcing broken gasps from Yuri. It felt as though he were being driven continuously deeper into the sofa.

“Hah—ngh!”

Yuri no longer knew how much time passed as they tangled like one body. His lungs ached from the endless moans, but he did not want it to end. It felt as though his body had melted away until nothing remained but the sensations Cherriot gave him. His vision swayed with the violent movement. All he could see was Cherriot’s reddish-gold hair and the sensual tension in his eyes.

Time, which had seemed suspended, began moving again only when Cherriot’s thrusts grew still more violent.

As he neared climax, the increasing speed made Yuri’s opening feel exceptionally hot. It burned almost like a minor injury. Without thinking, Yuri lowered a hand toward where they were joined. His pale fingers traveled over his abdomen, passed his own cock, which now jerked eagerly even without being touched, and reached between his legs.

The swollen, overheated entrance was far hotter than when Yuri had first inserted his fingers. It remained stretched around Cherriot, swallowing his cock. Touching the place where the shaft moved in and out made a heated moan escape Yuri’s parted lips.

It truly was taking all of him.

Cherriot was inside Yuri.

The thought, combined with the direct contact beneath his hand, sent such a thrill through Yuri that even the inside of his skull seemed to prickle.

At the same time, the pleasure already gathered to its limit fused with the sensation. Without warning, Yuri tightened violently around Cherriot and threw back his head.

“Ah… Aah!”

Climax struck like a speeding car. At the instant Cherriot forced the head of his cock into Yuri’s deepest point, semen sprayed from Yuri’s untouched erection. The cloudy fluid spilled in long streams. Because he had not ejaculated in years, there was a great deal of it.

The climax seemed endless. Folded nearly in half, Yuri spilled across his own face, throat, and chest. Seeing it, Cherriot tightened his jaw and drove forward once more with all his strength. He pressed his lower body flush enough that his testicles crushed against Yuri’s ass, released a harsh gasp, and buried his forehead against Yuri’s chest.

“Haa… Haa…”

Rapid breaths pooled in the hollow of Yuri’s collarbone. Cherriot’s semen gathered somewhere deep inside Yuri’s abdomen. An Alpha in rut produced far more than usual. The amount inside him left his stomach feeling heavy, while dense pheromones spread through the room. Perhaps because it was immediately after release, or because it was rut sex, Yuri felt as though the pheromones clung stickily to his skin. His entire body had been stained with what Cherriot left behind—pheromones, semen in his abdomen, their mingled sweat, their breathing, the heat pouring from their bodies.

These things were likely why Yuri’s mind did not return even after climax. His broad chest rose and fell, while Cherriot kept his forehead buried there for several minutes. They exchanged no words, yet the satisfaction between them was unmistakable.

As their sweat began to cool, Yuri grew thirsty.

During rut and heat, lust came before appetite, but Yuri had certainly never moaned until his throat became this dry. Only after realizing the thirst did he sit up with a faint sound.

Cherriot raised his head as well. His beautiful green eyes had turned languid; the shape of them blinked with the elegance of a cat that had eaten its fill. Usually Cherriot resembled an enormous puppy, but after sex he looked like a seductive feline predator. Meeting his eyes, Yuri felt an intense bond with the man still weighing him down.

Something invisible seemed to connect them.

They had just witnessed each other’s most private moment. They remained joined below, and Cherriot had seen Yuri panting without dignity. As reason returned, delayed embarrassment rose faintly. It didn’t feel awkward, but Yuri suspected he must have looked ridiculous.

“I want… some water.”

Deciding they could not remain like this, Yuri parted his lips. Only a low rasp came out instead of his usual voice. He had to clear his throat several times before the sound returned properly.

At the cracked whisper, Cherriot reached toward his face. He gently wiped semen from Yuri’s eyelid with his thumb. Only then did Yuri remember his condition. His release had splashed everywhere.

“I’ll give you five minutes.”