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What was reflected in the young man’s eyes was the slender, delicate figure clad only in an oversized shirt that hung down to their thighs. One sleeve had slipped off a shoulder, revealing smooth, pale skin that begged to be squeezed until it bruised. Their legs were pressed tightly together, thighs rubbing slowly against each other. They lifted their face; those eyes, brimming with tears and overflowing with tender affection, met his.
“Please... ”
Their trembling, pleading voice made the watcher lift the corner of his mouth in satisfaction. The body before him was breathtakingly beautiful—ivory skin, soft and supple, a form as though carefully sculpted. Combined with that lovely face, cheeks flushed crimson, lips parted in innocent invitation, they looked like a little angel just waiting to be tormented. Yet this angel’s eyes reflected a lust he had deliberately taught them, little by little.
This very contradiction—innocence and base desire—drew him in so powerfully that he wanted to smear them with his own craving and force them to moan in ecstasy beneath him.
So beautiful.
“Please... don’t make me wait any longer.”
Their clear voice, like the ringing of fine crystal bells, quivered and grew husky, thick with feeling. Their bare thighs pressed even closer, rubbing together as though trying to ease the fire burning through their entire body.
“Can’t hold back anymore?”
The young man asked. The other bit their lip; tears welled up, and they shook their head in torment.
“Can’t... I can’t anymore... ”
“No patience at all, hmm?”
The impatient one whimpered in their throat, lifting tear-filled eyes to him. Those fresh red lips still moved in pleading.
“Don’t make me wait any longer.”
The young man chuckled low in his throat, deeply pleased.
“Come here.”
At the permission, the little angel dropped to their knees and crawled forward. The wide neckline of the oversized shirt slipped down, revealing a smooth white chest and the beautiful pair of rose-tinted peaks, stiff and enticing, betraying the arousal coursing through their owner. They crawled closer until they reached the man lounging with his elbow on the armrest.
The slender figure reached out both hands to his lap, stroking as if coquettishly begging, then looked up.
“Please... ”
“Good.”
“Mmm... ” Just the brush of his fingertip along their nape and up to their chin drew a trembling moan. Their whole body shivered; their thighs clamped tighter together, eyes half-lidded, lovely lips pressed hard together while those sweet nipples quivered beneath the dangling shirt, visible to anyone who cared to look.
“Like it when I touch you?”
“Like... mmm... ”
Not only did they answer honestly, the small body tilted their neck to offer more skin, letting warm fingertips drag across the pale surface until faint red marks appeared. Teary eyes revealed an aching need before lifting again to meet his sharp gaze, then drifting to his lips.
“Want a kiss?”
“Mmm... ” Their trembling body moaned softly in answer, lips parting as though in invitation.
The man slid his palm along their throat, then threaded fingers into soft, light-colored hair, gripping firmly while watching the little body writhe slightly, gasping at even the lightest touch.
“Then this is your reward.”
“Ah... !”
The one kneeling on the floor shuddered violently as he leaned down, the tip of his tongue brushing and teasing those tempting lips. Just a light lick and the little body lunged forward, clutching his arms, eagerly pushing their own tongue out to receive the promised reward.
Yet the man on the chair continued to tease, slowly sucking on the small lower lip, nibbling gently along the petals until the lust-filled angel panted desperately. Their clear eyes trembled, complaining that this was all they were getting—until he chuckled low in his throat and finally slid his tongue inside.
“Mmm... ahh... ”
As though they had waited forever, the moment his lips sealed fully over theirs and his tongue tangled with their own, the little body surged up to wrap arms around his neck, trembling and gasping, answering with every ounce of passion they possessed, no matter how much rougher he became.
Now the wet sounds of tongues echoed in their head, and the man clearly felt it—the small hips trembling.
The deeper the kiss, the more violently the person in his arms shook, yet they refused to break away, still pleading wordlessly. So when he finally pulled back, they chased after him, their adorable little tongue slipping into his mouth, begging to be twirled and rubbed again and again without tiring.
Of course he was pleased.
“Haah! Ah... don’t... don’t tease... ”
The one drunk on the scorching kiss pulled away to protest, even while moaning sweetly, as his hand slid from the nape down their back, caressing and kneading the curve of their rear until that body swayed into his large palm, quivering.
“You like it, don’t you?”
“N-no... don’t rub... don’t rub... ”
“Then I’ll stop.”
“No—no... not just rubbing, don’t... mmm... just that, more, give me more... ”
He laughed in deep satisfaction. The more he stroked those round hips, the more the little body shook, until the shirt hem lifted above their waist, revealing a perfectly shaped bottom that fit perfectly in his hands. The sweet voice that said “no” confessed they wanted far more than just stroking. He leaned in to whisper against their ear.
“What do you want me to do?”
“You know... you already know.”
Even though the little angel whispered shyly, the listener merely pulled back, leaned against the chair back, and raised an eyebrow slightly, watching the one who had collapsed forward to straddle his thigh, looking up at him with teary eyes.
“I don’t know,” he insisted.
And that made big tears roll down the little angel’s cheeks.
If those tears had come from pain, it would have been pitiful. But since they came from bodily torment, and those round clear eyes still blazed with human desire, they only stoked his arousal further. He wanted to strip this body bare and thrust his weapon deep inside until they moaned themselves hoarse.
Yet he only thought it; he did not act.
He would never force this angel—unless they begged him themselves.
“You’re... cruel.”
“Ask me,” he repeated, staring into those still-spilling eyes.
“I won’t ask. You already know.”
“How could I possibly read your mind?”
The slender figure pressed their lips tight together, bowed their head and sobbed, even while their hips clenched and rubbed that sensitive place against the soft carpet in an utterly bullyable way. Sweet moans trembled in their throat, but he knew very well it still wasn’t enough. They needed more—just as he did.
“Cruel... ”
They complained again, yet this time the sobbing one slowly straightened up... and parted their feet.
Then both hands grasped the long shirt hem and pulled it up above their waist.
“Please... help me.”
The angel was begging for carnal release.
Now reflected in the young man’s eyes was the little angel sitting with legs spread on the floor, face streaked with tears, hands holding the shirt high to reveal the adorable sweet spot trembling, its tip glistening with clear fluid already dripping onto the carpet.
Everything made it impossible for him to look away.
“Good boy. Come here.”
At his words, the figure on the floor climbed onto him, settling easily onto his lap, even allowing him to spread their feet wider, shamelessly exposing that embarrassing place to its owner.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Whatever... you want.”
“What exactly is ‘whatever I want’?”
“You know.”
The angel whispered, shifting closer, desperately rubbing their hardness against his lap.
“I don’t know.”
The one on his lap let big tears fall, then buried their flushed face against his shoulder.
“Touch it,” they finally surrendered.
He slid his hand down to grasp the sensitive part.
“Stroke it.” Long fingers glided from base to tip.
“Rub... it.” The listener began whispering shyly.
He pressed his thumb heavily against the tip, watching the person in his arms gasp, that beautiful face growing even more seductive until he no longer waited for further requests. He wrapped his warm palm fully around the adorable length and began slowly pumping, watching the face flush deeper—it was exquisite.
“Ahh, haa... yes, mmm... mmm!!”
“Like it?”
“Y-yes... haa, rub more... rub... ”
The slender body whispered back shakily, hips jerking when the hot palm moved faster and faster.
“Hng, ahh... ahh... good... so good... ”
“Really good?”
The one on his lap nodded vigorously, eyes squeezed shut, biting their lower lip until it went pale, then pushing themselves into his hand, unable to restrain the lust besieging their body any longer. Arms clung tight around his neck while trembling hips thrust hard, sweet moans spilling out, hot breath blowing against his broad shoulder.
“More... more... give me more... ”
The angel now stained with worldly desire whispered their plea, so he moved his palm harder, thumb mercilessly rubbing the leaking tip until their whole body jerked. Then he slipped his other hand beneath the shirt, fingertips trailing up the flat white stomach to the swell of a breast before flicking the budding nipple.
“Mmm... ha, haa, more, more please... ”
The little body knew—the more they begged, the more they received. He rolled and pinched the stiff nipple, alternating between gentle flicks and light crushing. The little angel spasmed, hips grinding harder, the rhythmic slap of flesh against palm marking their frantic need.
The clear fluid overflowing from that cute length provided perfect lubrication; wet sounds filled the entire room, driving the person on his lap wild. They clutched his shirt, adorable moans echoing louder.
“Move your hips.”
“Hng... like this... like this... ?”
The innocent one whispered back while thrusting their sensitive part harder into his large palm, hips rising and falling on pure instinct, only moving faster and faster.
Eyes shut tighter, listening to the whispered question.
“How does it feel?”
“Tingly... hng... want more... want it harder... want you to teach me... teach me more... ”
The angel seemed to have forgotten where they were; hips rolled frantically, breathing ragged, teary eyes glancing down at their own shameful motions—yet they only spread their legs wider, baring every beautiful line of their lower body. One hand pulled the oversized shirt up above their chest.
“You... mmm, can you lick... ?”
Teary eyes looked up pleadingly. He laughed, then bent down to capture the small adorable nipple between his teeth until the little body cried out loudly.
“Already asking before I even teach you?”
“It’s because... you’re cruel!”
He flicked his tongue, drawing out sweet moans that rang through the room, then sucked and pulled harder on the tiny bud until the person on his lap arched back. Sweat beaded around their hairline, cheeks blazing red from pale pink, eyes half-open yet unfocused, as though lost completely in ecstasy, moaning incoherently.
“More, more, mmm, good, so good... more... feels good, want... ”
The more the little body begged, the more he indulged them.
Schlick, schlick, schlick
Now the sound of that cute length slapping against his slick, fluid-soaked hand rang loud enough to drive any man insane. Even he lost a little control, lavishing attention on the soft nipple—nipping until marks appeared, pinching and rubbing until it turned rosy red, leaving proof of ownership on the angel he himself had trained.
“Mmm, mmm, AHH!!!”
The one on his lap cried out at the top of their voice, releasing every drop into his large palm before collapsing limply onto him. Their face was flushed crimson, lips trembling, while that lovely rear still twitched with aftershocks of pleasure. The soft body melted against his taller frame.
Then they slowly opened their eyes to look at him.
In them was reflected a man whose face now resembled a starving beast. The little body reached up to caress his cheek.
“Kiss.”
At the angel’s command, he leaned in and claimed those honeyed lips again, feeding them deeply until the receiver shook and panted, gathering every last drop, letting clear fluid smear messily around both their mouths.
“And you?” the one on his lap asked in a husky voice, hand sliding down toward the burning hardness beneath his trousers.
But he caught their wrist first, staring into those clear eyes.
“Never mind me... was this good?”
They blinked, eyes shining with lingering desire, then answered in a trembling voice.
“Good.”
He smiled, brushed sweat-damp hair from their forehead, then let his hand trail down their side.
“Mmm... ” The angel moaned and shivered, tilting their head back and panting. The lower his large hand traveled, the greater their need became.
“Next time will be even better.”
He promised, then slid his hand toward the place he most wanted to teach—the place hidden beneath the long shirt, deep between pale thighs—until he touched it, stroking lightly. The person on his lap held their breath, then he whispered...
“Next time, we’ll play here.”
Eyes burning like banked fire gazed into trembling clear ones until the little angel lifted both arms to circle his neck and whispered back,
“Mmm... next time, teach me there too.”
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