The Saint Wants to Rest - Chapter 72.1
With his pants removed and even his underwear pulled down, he became naked in an instant.
‘This is, somehow, embarrassing.’
Ian tapped Vermouth’s chest with his fingers. However, Vermouth, understanding the meaning, also stripped off all the clothes he was wearing. Then, he began to slowly scan Ian’s body with his eyes. This was a bit embarrassing. It was even more so because Ian knew exactly what he was about to say.
“You are beautiful.”
He knew he would say that. Vermouth’s body was much better, yet he always praised Ian’s body. Because he didn’t want to hear it anymore, Ian blocked Vermouth’s mouth with his own lips. When they first kissed, Ian had gasped, not even knowing how to breathe, but he had become quite skilled by now.
A large hand caressed Ian’s chest. He wasn’t a child, yet his obsession with the chest was truly remarkable. Vermouth gathered what little flesh there was and stimulated the nipple with his palm. Then, with lips glistening and wet, he began to suck on the nipple.
“You’re like a bratty kid.”
When Ian grumbled, Vermouth’s eyes curved into circles as he laughed. Then, he lightly bit the nipple with his teeth.
“A bratty kid cannot do things like this.”
Vermouth used his tongue to circle, rub, and press against the stiffened flesh. Originally, Ian hadn’t felt anything through his chest, but because that fellow bit and sucked on it so much, it had become sensitive. Every time his nipple was stimulated, he felt a heat rising in his stomach.
Suddenly, he remembered the first time they slept together.
It was the day before they killed the Demon King. It was a time when Ian thought he could do anything as long as it meant killing that bastard. That was why Ian slept with Vermouth for the first time that day. If they had only met briefly to rub bodies before then, they stayed up all night together that day. He did it thinking it might somehow help in killing the Demon King.
Well, that didn’t mean they had what is commonly called sex. Neither of them had ever tried penetrative sex, and they couldn’t overdo it when they had to go kill the Demon King the next day. They just rubbed against each other longer and more than usual before falling into a deep sleep. Still, putting himself aside, he remembered finding it fascinating that Vermouth had never had sex before.
When he expressed that, he received an incredulous look from Vermouth.
“A Holy Knight fundamentally keeps his body pure. That includes sleeping with others.”
“Don’t lie.”
“I do not know what ‘lie’ means, but my words are the truth.”
“Do you even know how to do it?”
“I know.”
Where did a virgin like him learn such things? That was how they spent their first night. Time was tight, and their thoughts were elsewhere. Consequently, there was no mood or anything of the sort.
Even the guy who obsessively sucked on his chest was like that at first.
Would today be different? Just as he thought that, he saw Vermouth take out some gel from somewhere and pour it onto his hand.
“Why is that in the house?”
He wondered if Vermouth had invited him over, specifically targeting this situation.
“I am simply always prepared for any eventuality.”
As he said that, he warmed the gel with his body heat for a moment and then moved his hand downward. The problem was that his hand wasn’t the only thing going down.
“Why—why is your head going down too!”
Ian reflexively grabbed Vermouth’s blonde hair tightly. However, as if it didn’t even hurt, Vermouth stubbornly continued his intended action. He rubbed the tip of Ian’s cock with his lips and then suddenly swallowed it.
“Hiek!”
Has anyone ever swallowed that in his entire life? At the wet and warm sensation, his cock began to harden. Moreover, it felt like he was going to die when Vermouth rubbed it with his tongue, which was covered in papillae.
“Stop, stop!”
He spoke while trembling all over, but there was no way Vermouth would listen. Instead, he swallowed deeply down to his throat as if to show off. A chilling pleasure arose at the sensation of him squeezing into that narrow space. Ian’s mouth opened involuntarily.
“Nn, ngh. Huk!”
In the midst of that, a wet finger rubbed and opened the tightly closed entrance below. Ian reflexively hunched his shoulders at the sensation of a foreign object entering. The squirming finger poked around the narrow interior. Then, it soon pressed a certain spot, and in that instant, his body jolted.
“…Huh?”
Looking down, he saw Vermouth. He spat out the cock he had been swallowing deeply and spoke.
“I found it faster than I expected.”
Then, he rubbed Ian’s cock against his own cheek. Seeing a beautiful man act like that did move his heart, but the embarrassment was still greater. This fellow knew all too well how to use his own face.
When the finger poked the same spot again, a pained sound escaped.
“There, not there.”
“It is possible.”
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