The One and Only Sami Chapter 17

“Where’d you learn that ‘I don’t like it but I actually do’ act? From that little Master of yours?”

“No, no. It’s not like that…”

Razard continued to rub the back of his member against Sami’s tearful lips.

Responding to the man’s heavy musk, Sami’s pupils had already grown cloudy and dim. Despite his consciousness being so muddled, the fact that he didn’t blindly try to take it into his mouth or move exactly as Razard dictated meant his willpower was quite considerable.

However, eventually, Sami’s lips began to move against Razard’s rock-hard shaft, producing small, pecking sounds—mwah, mwah, mwah.

Almost there, Razard thought to himself, lowering his voice even further into a deep rumble. It helped that the sensation of those lips wrapping ticklishly around his cock felt warm and pleasant.

“Is that so? You didn’t learn it from anyone?”

“…N-no, I didn’t.”

He knew perfectly well that his body was aching for the member swaying over his face. At first, Sami tried to shake his head to answer, but when his lips lost contact with the flesh, he eventually opened his mouth to reply—a sight Razard found incredibly precious. The boy likely had no idea how he was moving right now.

“I don’t do… things like this… with anyone but Razard…”

“Say it clearly, okay?”

Sami, whose mind had turned to mush from being completely bewitched by the member before him, couldn’t think of anything else. He just followed where Razard led…

“Razard is my first…”

He simply gave the answer that suited the man’s taste.

“Good boy.”

Since Sami had given the ‘right’ answer, he deserved a proper reward.

Razard placed a hand on Sami’s forehead and slowly tilted it back. A small tip of a tongue was revealed between his naturally parted lips. That tongue quivered and flicked hungrily in the air, as if desperate to lick Razard’s cock.

“Hmm…”

Is this Marut’s taste oral, then? Razard watched Sami, who was chasing his cock without even realizing it, and spoke.

“Giving your first kiss to my cock is fine and all, but…”

This ‘mercy’ was likely because he quite liked the way the boy’s tongue had loosened up to give such an obedient answer. Razard pulled his member away from Sami’s face for a moment and leaned down.

Meeting the eyes of the agonizingly aroused Sami, he gave a lazy smile like a sated lion. His sand-colored hair scattered softly.

He rubbed Sami’s lips, which were coated in slick moisture, with his thumb.

“Since we’re at it, I might as well show you how to use your tongue properly.”

He leaned down a bit further. This time, the shadow falling over Sami’s face wasn’t from a member, but from Razard’s own face. Just as Sami felt a warm breath against his parted lips, a red tongue peeked out from between Razard’s neat teeth like a sliding serpent.

“Sami, it’s not a bad thing. Don’t be scared.”

When the plump parts of their upper lips brushed against each other, Razard’s eyes crinkled into thin slits.

“You’re an adult now, aren’t you?”

Naturally, not every adult spends their very first day of manhood pressed together in such a slick, carnal way. But as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Razard softly overlapped his lips with Sami’s.

“…! Mm, ngh…”

For a man who had just shoved his cock in the face of an innocent youth who’d never even held a woman’s hand, the kiss was unbelievably gentle.

As the seam between their pressed lips parted slightly, Razard tilted his jaw to lock them together. Every movement was soft and fluid.

A soft, flat mass slipped into the mouth that had been warm and wet with saliva just moments ago. Razard’s hand came to rest on the back of Sami’s head as he flinched in surprise. He held him there so he couldn’t pull away and pressed his lips even firmer.

Every time the tip of the man’s nose brushed his cheek, Sami shuddered with a ticklish sensation he couldn’t put into words. The exhaled breath was so sweet he wondered if the man’s lungs were filled with scented oils. A fragrance drifted from the skin of the man so close to him.

How can someone’s skin smell like this?

Strangely, he wanted to put his nose to it and breathe it in deeply. A lot, a full lungful. Enough for that scent to push out the very air in his lungs—enough to happily suffocate on it.

He had never had such a shameful thought in his life.

The area below his navel began to throb. It was sweeter than pain and more aching than pleasure. He couldn’t control what was happening inside his belly.

Suddenly, the tension in his tightly closed eyes dizzily gave way. As he relaxed into the hand stroking the back of his head in approval, a nasal moan began to creep out. Even to his own ears, it sounded like he was acting spoiled.

“Ngh, haa, mmm…”

Every time the tip of that tongue tickled the roof of his mouth or drew saliva from the soft flesh under his tongue, a sound so embarrassing he wanted to cover his ears leaked out. Moans that couldn’t overcome the ticklish pleasure of having the root of his tongue pulled drifted between the thick, squelching sounds of their saliva-soaked tongues tangling together.

Though it was only their lips touching, the sounds coming out were so shameful he couldn’t open his eyes. A faint, musky taste passed down his throat. The thought that this was the taste of the male on his lips made the inside of his throat burn. Instead of feeling dirty, the sight of them locked together, rubbing tongues, excited him so much his waist felt tight.

It was the work of preparing him with the scent of skin and the work of a tongue before inviting the member into his mouth. There was no way Sami, for whom everything was a first, could know that.

He simply gulped down the mixture of saliva and the tongue toyed with the inside of his mouth.

Despite the embarrassing sounds, the kiss entangling him with Razard remained meltingly soft and sweet.

Razard didn’t use his tongue roughly or sloppily. it was as smooth as silk against the mouth. Every time he nibbled or grazed Sami’s lips, a fragrance like crushed hyssop flowers exploded over his tongue.

What fragrance? Where was it coming from? He couldn’t tell.

Sami just thought about wanting to keep their lips pressed together. No, it didn’t end with a thought.

He was already tilting his head back, sucking Razard’s lips into his mouth, desperate to swallow every bit of moisture inside his own throat. He didn’t even realize the hand on the back of his head had long since let go.

“Haa, nngh…”

As the excitement built, his breath grew ragged. That was when his closed eyes slowly began to open. The moment he peeked through a tiny slit of a gaze—

Gold.

Eyes shining as fresh as palm leaves glistening in the sun were looking back at him.

The gaze that had been fixed steadily on him for who knows how long softened beautifully. As those narrow eyes curved into a beautiful line and smiled, his thick eyelashes lowered, partially veiling the golden irises.

“Cough…!”

Startled, Sami hurriedly sucked in a breath, causing their lips to break apart abruptly. As the contact broke, the scent and taste that had muddled his brain vanished for a moment, and he suddenly snapped to his senses.

What did I just do?

“Uh, ah, cough… gasp…”

“Haa… haha. That was a bit of a rough exit, wasn’t it?”

Razard wiped his lips, which had been so densely joined just a second ago before being thrown off as if they were burned, and rubbed his mouth with a grin.

“I put a lot of effort into that, considering it’s your first time kissing someone.”

A first kiss.

Just as he said, it was the first time their lips had met.

Sami was far too late in developing this kind of curiosity or desire. He still possessed an innocence that couldn’t be expressed by his short stature, thin frame, soft jawline, and the round eyes that still held a childish air.

The pink soles of his feet that would peek out whenever he walked the white stone steps of the Salif mansion, or the simple honesty of his ankles that carried no scent of powder or oil.

If one called that lack of worldliness ‘innocence,’ then Sami was still ‘innocent’ even after turning twenty.

“How was it?”

“Even if you ask me how it was…”

Sami’s eyes darted around busily. It didn’t seem like the question was asked to hear something like, ‘It was good.’ The reason was that Razard waited quite a long time for Sami’s answer, despite the somewhat playful way he asked.

Because of that, Sami couldn’t answer immediately either; he just bit his lips and looked for a reaction.

First, he glanced at the man’s expression, then tentatively checked his eyes, and finally, his gaze landed on those smiling lips.

He hadn’t known a person’s mouth could have so many movements. Every single tiny motion, which he would have normally ignored, was captured clearly in his eyes.

The way he placed his tongue between his parted teeth and playfully nibbled it, or the habitual way he moistened his lower lip with that tongue…

The small movements happening inside Razard’s mouth were captured by his eyes very slowly and very loudly.

“Where are you looking, Sami?”

He was so absorbed he didn’t even feel the man’s bright yellow gaze that usually felt so intense.