The Way to Love in the Place of Dead Chapter 32

The soft texture of the sofa against his back swallowed his body deep, and Aran’s lips touched him again as the hand that had slipped under his clothes began to move. Just as Kay had described as a “useless waste of time,” the hand followed the muscles etched into his skin until it reached his chest.

“Since there hasn’t been anyone who could properly match your wavelength, you wouldn’t have known.”

His body shuddered at the sensation of fingertips pressing against the stiffened nipples on his flat chest.

“Guiding is a delicate task.”

For some reason, the act—which was no different from having his skin pinched—stimulated his peripheral nerves.

“It doesn’t end with just inserting and ejaculating.”

It was on a different level from skin-to-skin contact, and it couldn’t even be compared to a kiss. Because of the pleasure that poured out in an instant, there was only one place where blood was rushing. As if he had read his awareness of it, Aran’s hand touched that exact spot. He tried to hold his breath, but the breath seeped through the tongue that had been touching his lips, tangling his breathing.

“Haa…!”

The stimulation was intense, both above and below. Because of a pleasure he had never felt in his life, his body naturally recoiled, but the space to run away was limited, and the partner he was pressed against was even more persistent. The sensation of the hand rubbing over his clothes felt bizarrely vivid.

“Don’t worry. I won’t go all the way.”

“I never worried about that… huff!”

“I’ll only do it enough so that it feels good and you’ll think about it again.”

The touch, rubbing exactly over the point he didn’t even know existed when he touched himself, made a sense of ejaculation rush over him in an instant.

“You….”

“Yeah?”

Too fast. He barely swallowed those words.

I’d rather just get it over with. It was a guiding he had accepted with that mindset from the beginning. Even so, wave after wave of merciless pleasure followed, which he could do nothing about, neither with reason nor willpower.

“Here. You twitch when I rub this. Did you know?”

His nipples had already been swollen for a while because of his teasing, and as the pinching touch became a bit stronger, the pain made them turn hot, mixing in a tingling sensation.

“Do you like both?”

The bare skin burrowed into the uniform pants that had been loosened as if they were his own.

“Ugh!”

His waist arched significantly. A massive wave of pleasure, running from his genitalia up his spine to his shoulder blades, made his whole body flutter. The sensation through the cloth alone had been dizzying enough, but…. The body temperature, the feel—this time, it gripped his genitalia with yet another sensation.

His penis, standing stiff and showing off its presence, was already soaked in underwear from excitement, so it couldn’t have been pleasant to touch, yet Aran’s hand was relentless.

“It would be nice if you spread your legs a little more.”

“Shut… the hell… up….”

Kay couldn’t perceive words as words and let them drift away. Pleasure that had already exceeded the realm of what he could handle was flooding and ransacking his body. Just trying to maintain his sanity was the limit.

Before he knew it, his peeled-off pants were caught at his ankles for a moment. He heard the sound of them sliding down completely and hitting the floor, and Aran occupied the space between them. At the same time, his vision flickered white.

“—!!”

It was the same as when he first received a kiss from Aran. It felt like lightning striking from his head. A shock that felt like his body was being shattered arrived wearing the mask of pleasure. To the point where he couldn’t even feel his body’s wavelength for a moment.

“Ah, ah… haa….”

He gasped because he couldn’t breathe.

“Stop, I, ah….”

Among the sensations dominating his entire body, the most prominent was the pain. That pain, hiding behind the pleasure, stabbed at his limbs. But strangely, it didn’t hurt. It was a contradiction. How could there be pain, yet it not hurt?

“It’s okay. It’s supposed to be like this.”

Supposed to be like this? No way.

Despite the faint denial rising up, his body had already drifted far away from his consciousness.

“If it’s hard, hold onto me.”

Kay, who had been blinking powerlessly without even realizing that his erect, peeled-back glans was being touched, jerked his head back when Aran bit his chin. As he was completely buried in the sofa and his chin was lifted, his shoulders straightened; Aran did not miss the gap that had opened—even if only a little—and dug in, pulling Kay’s arms to make him hug his shoulders.

“Don’t….”

Hearing the faint moans leaking out, Aran licked his lips. Perhaps because of the habit of biting his lips, the thin surface was tattered, so Aran, who had become unnecessarily cautious feeling like it might bleed if he bit it even a little harder, focused slowly on the pleasure that had transferred to him as well.

“Ah….”

When he took out the penis protruding over the underwear and placed it against Kay’s, he showed a reaction as if he would go crazy just from that. Even with a strong guiding that would have caused an ordinary Esper to lose consciousness, Kay writhed. It was a futile movement, but Aran smiled as he caught a glimpse of his strong will not to lose his reason. Coldly.

Should I say it’s like him?

Feeling the fingertips hugging his shoulders busy pulling at the fabric, Aran swallowed a small breath. And he focused on his cheeks, lips, chest, and, of course, his even hotter penis.

Because his height, hands, and feet were small, he had naturally assumed this would be small too, but the touching penis had excellent proportions compared to his body. When he pressed the shafts together, the way it fit snugly in his palm even brought about the illusion that he was a human tailored to him, starting with their perfectly matched wavelength.

“Kay. Look at me.”

Moving his hand up and down, they were transferring their different body temperatures to each other. The fluid flowing from one another was so slimy it was hard to tell whose it was. Obscene sounds rang out without rest, and his chest rose and fell roughly, following his labored breathing.

Aran placed his hand on Kay’s chest, where he had taken off the last remaining T-shirt, and didn’t forget to check the wavelength pulsating to the heartbeat. When he matched his power to the heartbeat spreading in ripples, he fluttered largely once again.

“…Ah, uh…! Ugh!”

He was forcibly catching the waves that were only flowing toward the easy path and returning them to their place, and since he was even opening a “path” to make it easier to approach in Kay’s case, it would probably be accompanied by considerable pain, yet the excitement did not cool down. He wouldn’t let it cool down. Aran rubbed the small hole at the end of the gaping glans with his fingertips and licked the water pooled in the corners of Kay’s eyes. As he pried open his eyelids and swept his eyeballs with his tongue, a moan that couldn’t be understood spilled out.

Is it an insult, or a plea?

Most likely the former. Regardless, Aran, who had no intention of stopping, admired his increasingly flushed face and rubbed his hand faster and stronger. The flush on his face, wet with sweat and tears just like between his legs, his jet-black hair stuck to his skin, and the crimson tongue and even redder pupils he showed every time he gasped visually excited Aran as well.

“…ran.”

It was unclear whether the name called out faintly like an auditory hallucination was real, or if he had just interpreted the parting of his lips as he pleased.

“…Now, I… really….”

Kay, who had repeatedly gripped and released his shoulders, lowered his hands and placed them over Aran’s wrists, which were gripping both penises.

“Do you feel like you’re going to come?”

“Huu—….”

Biting the neck that nodded convulsively, Aran suppressed the impulse to find a hole and drive into him right then and there. At the cost of that suppression, he dug his nails into the soft, thin flesh where blood vessels and nerves were gathered. At that, Kay poured out the product of long abstinence. It was semen, as hot and thick as his body.

Aran, who had shifted his gaze from the unfocused, dreamy Kay—steeped in afterglow—to the semen that had soaked the back of his hand and was dripping down, gently stroked his thighs, which were experiencing residual twitches.

“Ah…. Just a moment….”

But even that felt like stimulation, and strength entered Kay’s hand gripping Aran’s wrist. Seeing a faint glint of life returning to eyes that had been blinking slowly, Aran matched their wavelengths again, but perhaps because he was already stabilized, Kay breathed heavily without being swayed by excitement.

To be clear, Aran had intended to stop exactly here.

Just enough to feel satisfied with stroking Kay, and enough to make the whiter-than-white semen spill over his pale skin.

“Kay?”

“Stay… still.”

Now that the path that had become closely linked to the source was clearly felt, the goal had been achieved. For now, he had intended to be satisfied with that. Until the hand Kay moved touched Aran’s end.

“Kk.”