Arcadia Chapter 6.7

“Haa, haa….”

Dia, deprived of the thing he had been sucking, looked down at Van with unfocused eyes. Van’s handsome face was flushed red in various places after he had grabbed Dia’s hair and pulled him away. Among them, the lips that had been sucked and bitten multiple times and swollen up stood out particularly red. Van vaguely moved the lips where Dia’s gaze was fixed, then let out a sigh.

“…Is this rape or sex?”

He clamped his mouth shut, then muttered powerlessly.

“Do it slowly. Don’t just slam it in.”

Van, who sniffled through his nose, did not release Dia’s hair until he acknowledged that Dia understood and responded. Even while his hair was gripped and twisted, Dia, who had been persistently thrusting his waist upward with small jolts, stared blankly at Van who was suppressing his groans, then blinked.

“…Yes. Slowly.”

The corners of his mouth, which had shown no movement, lifted slightly. Van lamented how things had come to this pass, yet he gradually released the strength from his hand. Even after his hair was let go, Dia did not charge forward recklessly. Instead, he propped himself up with both hands beside Van’s head and bent his upper body forward. Van, watching the boy with suspicious eyes, nodded his head in a state of resignation.

“SLOWLY…. Ugh!”

Following what was not quite a command but a command from Van, Dia slowly pulled back his waist, then immediately thrust it upward. It was strong enough to make a slapping sound. Van, who had unconsciously gripped Dia’s waist, shook his head and whispered to do it more gently.

“At first, like this… hn, gently.”

“Like this?”

“Yes, a bit more….”

Dia ground his teeth midway as if it was hard to endure, but he obediently followed as Van led. Van tried not to remember the vivid shape of the sex organ that felt even more pronounced due to the slowed waist movements, while swallowing down an unjust sob. To think he was even giving a sex education with his own body. He stomped his feet inwardly, convinced he must be crazy, but it could not be undone.

Following Van’s reluctant choice, the now docile Dia loosely thrust his waist upward. The semen that had seeped into the inner walls, no, that was overflowing through the wrinkles, served in place of lubricant. The pain that pierced through his spine every time it entered was still there, but the feeling of forcibly opening a blocked path was lessened.

Van suppressed the desire to push him away and tell him to stop already, biting his lips. As the sluggish waist movements repeated several times on Van, an inexplicable chill covered the inside of his thighs. Since he had never experienced this kind of sex in his right mind, it was hard to define whether this sensation was good or bad.

It was also unwelcome that Dia, now propping himself up on his elbows on the bed before he knew it, was wrapping around the back of his head and peering into his face with their foreheads touching. It was exactly the same as the old days when that persistent gaze would follow even if he took just one step away. When the sex organ thrust in all the way to the root, he could not hide the fluttering eyelashes, the furrowed bridge of the nose, and the ragged breaths emerging anew from between his lips, but had to show them all plainly. It was humiliating. To be pinned down by Dia, who had once been so young, and show such a sight.

Dia kissed Van, who kept his eyes lowered and stubbornly avoided his gaze. He repeated short lip touches, pressing firmly and then releasing without pause, while grasping Van’s hand with his remaining hand. He dug between the fingers and interlaced them, pressing his lower body down strongly. The tip of the glans ground against the blunt part.

“Hnng…!”

Van, who suddenly flinched, gripped the handclasp that he had not been accepting tightly. At the same time as their hands locked firmly, Dia began to thrust his waist upward shortly and strongly. It was not a long entry followed by a complete withdrawal, but intense movements concentrated on stabbing one spot.

“Haa, haa…. Wait, ugh….”

Van unconsciously twisted his shoulders. Every time the boy thrust upward repeatedly, strength tensed into his thighs. The sex organ that had ejaculated once became erect again in no time.

The pleasure that started lukewarm and gradually heated up his body was not what Van had expected. The unfamiliar sensation instead aroused a sense of rejection. As he gritted his teeth, shook the unyielding handclasp, and tilted his chin back to try to shake off the bizarre pleasure, Van unconsciously pushed away Dia’s lower abdomen that was stuck closely to him. It was his limit.

“Uh…. Hey, wait… ugh!”

“Doesn’t it feel good?”

The sex organ that seemed about to be pushed away immediately spread the inner walls filled with semen and entered, stabbing the same spot. A dull groan leaked out from the novel pleasure. Dia, who keenly realized that it was not a groan from unbearable pain, seized Van’s nape and waist simultaneously and thrust his waist upward repeatedly.

“Hnng, mmph…!”

“Van…. It feels good, right?”

Dia, pressing his lips right against Van’s flushed red ears, panted while acting spoiled.

“Hm? Van….”

Van, whose mind was distracted by the pleasure felt in the place where he was penetrated for the first time without the influence of alcohol, even took the boy’s voice as stimulation. A groan free of any trace of distress burst out, and hands that were unclear whether they were pushing or pulling wandered over Dia’s shoulders and forearms. Groaning, Van buried his head in the boy’s pale white nape and unwittingly let out an honest answer.

“It feels good….”

Before Van, consumed by desire, could realize his mistake, Dia swept up his thighs and moved his waist while gripping his buttocks. It was not so violent as to tear the hole, but fast and strong enough to make the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

“Yes, I like it too. Van….”

“Ah, ugh! Hnng…!”

As Dia gradually increased the speed and intensity, he could feel the pressed area swelling up. His body shook violently, and the necklace hanging from his long neck smacked against his chin repeatedly. In his clouded eyes, the necklace he had gifted himself was captured shaking.

The locket that could hold a small photo had not left the boy’s neck for even a single moment. When he had gifted it, the locket that dangled at the pit of the stomach unless the length was shortened now swayed near Dia’s collarbone. The cold metal brushed against his lips.

His values, Jack’s criticisms, all useless things vanished, and his mind turned stark white as if bleached. Even the burning heat felt from the wrinkles dyed red from the aftereffects of being forcibly wedged in connected directly to pleasure. A chill that had betrayed his conscience covered his scalp.

Dia stripped off Van’s T-shirt, who was letting out low groans, swept up the disheveled hair, and collapsed onto his chest. Reddish kiss marks dotted the prominent collarbone and chest. The boy seized the hand wandering from his shoulders and fixed it to the sheet, then swallowed the nipple on the side of Van’s chest that he had not sucked. Even as he nibbled on the raised nipple with his teeth and sucked it in, the waist movements continued without pause.

“Ah, ah…! Hn!”

While recognizing the fact that the partner bringing him this pleasure was Dia, Van embraced the head clinging to his chest as if he knew nothing at all. Even if Wayne burst in, he wanted to continue this act so much; the pleasure being given to him right now was immense. The moment Dia’s sex organ, meshed without gap between his legs that opened and closed, passed the blunt part and entered a narrower path, his vision turned white.

“Hnng!”

The sex organs that had rubbed countless times between their lower abdomens ejaculated semen. His rigidly stiffened legs stretched straight to the tips of his toes, and pleasure concentrated as much as the time he had neglected his sexual desire came crashing in. Dia, grabbing Van’s two legs that were trembling without even making a sound and slinging them over his shoulders, thrust repeatedly. Van, who had already reached climax, was shaken violently as he was held by Dia, who gave no time to subside.

“Ugh! Kuh…! Dia…! Wait….”

“Haa…. Ah, it feels good….”

Even if he gritted his teeth, even if he tensed his toes tightly, the sensation that was hard to endure pounded against his lower abdomen repeatedly. It felt so good that curses almost came out. Though he had had plenty of sex, this kind of pleasure was the first. As if connected to Dia by something, an indescribable sense of fulfillment and exaltation occurred simultaneously. As if not just their bodies but their minds were connected as well.

“Eugh!”

Dia pushed so hard that his body folded over Van’s, pressing his lower body down strongly. Soon after, thick fluid gushed into his intestines in surges. The sensation of his lower abdomen swelling to the point where he could not feel his teeth biting into his calf was extraordinary. Drunk on the intense sense of exhaustion, Van slumped limply and could not twitch a single finger.

His mind was muddled. Something seemed about to come to mind, but it did not. Something felt wrong, but he did not know what was wrong, and though he wanted to come to his senses, he liked this state right now. It felt as if someone was kneading his brain.

Every time he closed his eyes and opened them, his focus blurred. As he propped himself up unsteadily on his elbows, the obscene beauty positioned between his legs came in for a kiss. It was a kiss so aggressive that his head nearly fell back. Van actively returned the sticky kiss. His chest throbbed strangely, like when he had secretly broken a taboo. The guilt from committing something he should not have was weaker than the excitement.

Van gently pushed away the clinging Dia, who was suffocating him, and lay on his side, filling air into his shrunken lungs. The aftereffects of ejaculation had not subsided, so his fingertips trembled. Whether to call it beastly or not, the heat that had flared up in an instant had not subsided either. The same went for Dia.

His waist was grabbed. As his body turned over and the flesh that had been overworking his organs slipped out all at once, the semen that had filled him up flowed out. The semen that was not human poured down his thighs in two streams, three streams, soaking the bed sheets in an instant.

Dia, who quickly pinned down the prone Van lest he escape, aligned the glans right into the hole that was gaping. Far from escaping, Van, who had toppled forward, buried his face in the pillow and opened his mouth. As his body began to shake, his true feelings hoping that this ungrateful act would continue a little longer swallowed his brain.

“Hn, ugh…! Hoo….”

Dia, who had covered his back, moved his waist slowly as taught, then suddenly increased the speed as if it was stifling. Van, clutching the pillow, could only muffle the groans that burst out involuntarily against the rough fabric. Anal sex was unfamiliar, yet every time Dia thrust his sex organ in, slick fluid leaked out from the sex organ being ground against the sheet. Dia, who had placed his weight on Van’s back, slipped his hand between Van’s lower abdomen and the bed to grip the pressed sex organ.

“Hn! Ah…!”

“Like this, does it feel even better? Here, it keeps coming out….”

Dia, biting Van’s earlobe, shook Van’s sex organ as if wringing it out. As the pale hand roughly kneaded the fairly large sex organ as if to pull it out, the palm quickly became slick. Stimulated from front and back, Van trembled his waist while sobbing. It was true that he was leaking profusely; fluid seeped out from every hole in his body.

“Ah, huhk…!”

Van felt the sensation of his reason separating from his mind and ejaculated into Dia’s palm. As he bit into the pillowcase with his teeth and arched his waist, Dia, attached to his buttocks, thrust his waist upward so fast that his brain shook. It felt as if his mind was shattering into pieces. It was a chilling sensation.

“Van, haa…. Let’s only do this with me. Okay? Please.”

Dia, intoxicated by the heat, contrary to his earnest tone, rudely spread Van’s buttocks to the left and right with his hands. While forcing his semen-coated thumb into the tight hole and ejaculating repeatedly, Van let out groans mixed with a metallic rasp as he writhed in agony, but the emotion transmitted to Dia was not pain or suffering. Van was enjoying it.

Dia embraced Van while keeping his unkind sex organ thrust into the small, narrow hole. He rubbed his lips against the nape of Van, who could not even scream and only trembled his firm thighs, lying prone. The boy, who had finally pinned down the protector who once seemed so loftily grown-up, left kiss marks on Van-like shoulders as well and dragged his lips long.

“I love you. I like you. Let’s live together. Let’s live together forever.”

From the lips where a sly smile had risen, a confession that was sweetly innocent yet not entirely so flowed out.

“Augh, hoo…. Ugh…!”

Van, hugging the pillow with all his strength, let Dia’s whisper go in one ear and out the other. To be precise, he could not perceive it. Having completely forgotten about the aftermath and immersed in the wicked act he had committed, he had no leeway to maintain his sanity.

Suddenly, a very small Dia came to mind—the one so short he could not reach the sink, so he had to be lifted up—and the sex organ as thick as his forearm wedged into his entrails erased the bleak mood.

Just as he had learned to read and kiss from Van, Dia, who had now learned sex as well, occasionally moved roughly due to his insatiable sexual desire, yet gradually became more skilled. It was exactly up to that point that Van could sequentially list the events that had unfolded. Like a day when he had drunk heavily and his memory cut out, Van’s recollections were snipped away one by one.

It was around then that Van finally admitted it. Though he had avoided and refused to accept it, Dia was no longer the cute and lovable boy. The moment he accepted the truth, an uncountable climax came over him once more.

The rain pouring down as if a hole had been drilled in the sky showed no sign of stopping.