Chapter 3.4

“What should we do?”

Chris asked, thinking that thought. Dan struggled to force down the zipper whose tab hadn’t been undone.

“This won’t go down.”

The desperate face made a tearful expression. His intelligence was clearly severely impaired.

“Try harder.”

Chris didn’t help Dan fumbling with the zipper and only pushed him along with words.

“I can’t.”

The movement of trying to force down the trousers by strength, without undoing the tab so the zipper wouldn’t go down, continued. Dan, unable to overcome the firmly standing Chris, staggered. Flailing about, his legs twisted of their own accord.

The smooth legs with muscle appropriately placed lost their center and crumpled downward. Chris, entangled with him, also staggered along with Dan. He could have steadied himself if he tried, but he went along willingly with the force pushing him aside and pulling him down. Chris fell awkwardly and Dan, in nothing but underwear, landed on top of him.

Sweeping his hand over the bare body that had fallen on top of him, Chris said calmly:

“Brian said rape is not allowed.”

Dan’s blank face looked around at the lowered field of view.

“Hm?”

Chris sent him a smile. Dan sent a smile back. With a smiling face, he came in and kissed the parted lips. Dan kissed the approaching lips and blinked.

Then the kiss was interrupted by looking down.

“Excuse me.”

At some point a large hand had come inside Dan’s underwear. [Read on RanaTranslations🌸] The hand that had burrowed toward where the thigh and backside met was cupping and touching the backside.

Chris didn’t answer. He pulled the mumbling lips and kept kissing.

In an instant his breath ran short and Dan forgot what he had been trying to say, too busy gasping. Every time the man’s hand burrowed inside and kneaded the backside as if thrusting upward from below, the thin underwear kept stirring non-stop.

At some point weak moans came without ceasing.

Dan pulled his body back from atop the man and separated his lips. In the process of being rubbed by his knee the tab came undone and the zipper went down.

“Excuse me…”

He called to the man in a blank voice and momentarily forgot what he had been trying to say. Through the opened front the tautly swollen underwear was revealed. It was probably because the penis inside the underwear was growing larger.

The boxers swelled even larger every time Dan’s knee or thigh or hand grazed Chris. Without thinking, as if discovering a strange creature, he poked the stirring boxers with a finger.

“Hold on.”

A seemingly cautionary voice rang out urgently. The heavily frowning face looked at Chris. A serious voice answered the expression asking what was wrong.

“…It’s huge.”

The creased face showed no sign of smoothing out.

“Is that not allowed?”

“It’s not allowed.”

Chris tilted his head and asked. The eyebrow-creased face was extremely serious. Dan shook his head.

Even in the midst of this, Chris’s penis grew larger.

“Of course it’s not allowed. It’ll tear.”

“Will it?”

Chris answered in a tone that said no problem.

“It keeps, keeps getting bigger.”

Dan said with exaggerated alarm as if seeing something frightening. His own penis was also fully erect. The penis that stirred every time Chris kneaded the backside was above average too. Chris acknowledged that Dan’s claim of having been a brother who lived pretty rough had merit.

But Chris didn’t release the backside he was kneading, nor the waist he was holding. He didn’t ask whether yours is no small thing either, or who are you to talk? It wasn’t the time for that.

Dan was about to dust himself off and stand up any moment now saying this wouldn’t do.

“Does it bother you that you can’t eat sugar and salt?”

Instead he said something completely unrelated. A truly out-of-nowhere question. At Chris’s question the face that had seemed about to dust itself off and stand up right away became tearful.

“Yeah.”

The nodding face was somehow desperate. Chris pulled that face and licked the lips and kneaded the backside. Dan gave up on the attitude of being about to stand up at any moment and took in Chris’s thoroughly kissed lips and sucked.

With just that, a tingling excitement rose up.

Chris had thought that even if he had done boxing where he had to look at bare faces and throw punches in a narrow ring, he would have become the top. Whether a handsome face or a pretty face or a pitiful face, he was the type who was not swayed by anything that worked visually.

That was what he had thought.

But he found it difficult to take his eyes off the shoulders flinching every time he touched the backside, or the lips gasping for breath.

When he showed signs of wanting to take off his trousers, Dan naturally took off the trousers Chris was wearing. The helping hand was too natural. He even burst out laughing in bewilderment watching his own trousers being tossed aside.

Watching his trousers fly off, Chris laughed and understood something. From when the drunk face had smiled and come in for a sudden kiss, pleasant stimulation had excited him while leaving him bewildered.

He was confused by a situation that felt good yet incomprehensible. So he had been swept along without any separate thoughts or plans.

To use a racing analogy, it was like entering a track without expectations and finding the way ahead wide open. A ridiculously good situation with not a single obstacle blocking the way and the race car surging forward however he pressed the pedal.

A goodness so good he wondered if something this good was possible, making him enormously bewildered and confused. Without particularly using his head, without doing anything, being swept along in a strangely good flow.

And then just now he had suddenly realised something.

“Are you hungry?”

Chris brought Dan’s hand to his lips and took in the thumb. Dan twisted the angle of his fingertip so the lips sucking his finger wouldn’t get hurt. He rubbed his knuckle against the tongue wrapped around his finger and stimulated the soft inside.

“Hungry.”

A chilling sensation rose up his spine and his mouth quickly filled with saliva.

Chris had thought he had played as indulgently as anyone. But the blank face in front of him seemed to be no less so. He found himself laughing despite himself at the situation where just a slight movement of his fingertips made the tongue go numb and the mouth fill with saliva.

“I’m sorry.”

Chris apologised and swept his fingertips over the lips appealing their hunger. He lowered the hand that had traced the lips and placed it in Dan’s empty hand. Dan caught the fingers that came into his hand and brought them to his lips and sucked lightly.

Chris was excited by the warmth and soft saliva and wet tongue wrapping his fingers, yet felt, just as he had said, a very small amount of sorry. That was rare.

“If you’re sorry why won’t you let me eat.”

The drunk Dan was innocent and candid like a child. But the movement of the tongue and lips sucking the fingers was candid but not innocent.

“I can’t eat anything spicy or salty or seasoned.”

Chris raised his upper body and brought his face close to Dan’s shoulder. He lowered his lips deep so his breath reached the other’s nape. He reached out an arm and gently embraced the back.

Dan, now seated between the man’s legs, reached out his arms and embraced as Chris was doing to him.

“That’s sad.”

When Chris kissed the whispering cheek, Dan stroked the good quality dark brown hair. He came in and kissed the cheek. He also pulled close and hugged the neck that had come near. Dan’s bare body naturally rubbed against Chris’s bare body.

He pulled Dan in close and held him tight. An unguarded hand grazed over the fully erect penis.

Twitch. Dan, who paused for a moment at the sensation against his fingertips, flushed his cheeks and neck and ears red. The reddened face looked up and whispered:

“Should I touch it?”

Chris answered with a kiss on the whispering lips instead of words. The drunk hand carefully stroked upward over the thin fabric bulging with the outline of the penis. With every movement of the hand along the shaft Chris’s waist flinched and jerked.

Dan laughed at the large stirring of the penis wrapped in underwear, and Chris let out a weak sound. He didn’t hide his moaning. He honestly gasped the breath that had risen to the tip of his chin and showed the excitement the other was giving him.

As Dan pulled down the moaning man’s underwear he whispered:

“Does it feel good?”

Chris, moving his legs along the hands pulling down the underwear, couldn’t answer and exhaled short breaths repeatedly. The firm yet soft hand swept quickly upward along the shaft from the very base of his.

That was really good.

The man’s face, breathing through his nose, flushed red. Dan gripped Chris’s penis. Every time he twisted his wrist and swept along the thick shaft the tip of the glans flinched.

Chris had no choice but to release the backside he had been kneading. Dan, who had been seated between his legs, curled his body and lowered it deeply. The face that had gone down took position in front of the back-and-forth swaying penis.

A hot tongue instantly licked up the back of the shaft. Then pursed lips kissed the glans and took it in briefly before releasing.

Chris felt something strange watching the wet lips touch his penis. He couldn’t come to his senses at the unfamiliarity, as if someone touching him was happening for the first time. It was strange, as if he had become an adolescent boy.

The drunk Dan was like a strange creature. The face that when not drunk behaved as if it felt nothing at any words had put down its blankness and was moving alive.

He liked that strange creature very much.

It was hard to take his eyes off the face that cried and laughed and went blank from being drunk. He liked how the embarrassment or shyness or discomfort was expressed by flushing the cheeks or neck or ears red.

Dan, softly gripping the lower shaft, repeatedly took in and released the tip of the erect penis with his mouth. He sent out his tongue through his parted lips and brought it to the tip of the glans, rolling his tongue at the end of the thick shaft and continuously running the tip and back of his tongue over it.

Every time he opened his mouth with his tongue out and took in the large penis deeply, stimulating the back of the shaft with his extended tongue, Chris gasped.

Dan, who had given baby kisses to the side of the swollen penis, pursed his lips hollow and took the large penis in deeply then quickly pulled back. His head, with both hands gripping the lower shaft, moved up and down rapidly.

Every time Dan swallowed and released the thick penis head, the raw sound of the wet lips sucking the bare skin rang out non-stop. Chris thought he would ejaculate just from that sound.

His waist trembled at the direct and blatant stimulation. [Read on RanaTranslations🌸] Dan, seeing the trembling waist while taking in the penis, raised the corners of his lips in a smile. The tongue tip passed precisely tickling over the sensitive flesh again.

Chris couldn’t contain his excitement and behaved as if about to thrust into anything immediately. Dan giggled and consumed the tip of the penis again. And repeated taking it in and pulling back faster than before.

The sound of the rounded pursed lips sucking the penis continued for a good while. When sucking in the penis as if penetrating, the force of the hand gripping the lower shaft pushing the penis upward was added.

Every time that happened Chris let out a weak sound. The lips that had sucked the swollen penis until the tongue went numb slowly lifted the face. The hand that held curiosity tapped the penis that looked ready to ejaculate at any moment.

“Why?”

The man moaned without hiding it, but didn’t ejaculate. Dan swallowed his embarrassment and smiled a little and straightened the slightly blank face. He seemed a little shy.

“Can I kiss you?”

Dan asked, fingering the stirring glans. The afterword was added as if in passing, asking whether he didn’t like lips that had been sucking on his pepper. Chris smiled and kissed the whispering face.

He pulled Dan into his arms. The hand sweeping over the bare bodies embracing each other burrowed between the legs.

Soon the sound of gasping breath and shallow moans spread near his ears. When the long fingers merely pressed down on the end of the underwear waistband the erect penis was revealed. Dan lifted his backside and helped the man’s hand.

Chris, pulling the hand on his shoulder to make it touch his own, reached out his hand again and touched between Dan’s legs. Dan could only feel the presence of the stirring penis in the man’s hand and couldn’t move his hand properly.

“Ah.”

Because the large hand touched Dan’s strongly upward.

He saw the man’s nose tip graze his nape but flinched his shoulders in surprise at the wet sensation of the nipple being sucked next. The lips exhaling hot breath alternately sucked the chest where only the nipples stood out.

“Ah, no…”

It was hard to judge which made him shudder more, the stimulation applied by gripping the excited penis or the sucking of the nipple. One thing was clear, his waist was trembling every time his nipple was sucked.

The penis gripped in Chris’s hand poured out hot fluid under the strong pressure. His semen wet the lightly moving Chris’s abs.

“Ah!”

Dan let out a low sound. He drifted away from reality moment by moment. It was because of the alcohol, and it was also because he had bare skin against someone else’s bare skin. The large hand came and touched the penis that still hadn’t fully softened after ejaculation.

Blank eyes looked up at Chris.

The firm hand kept touching Dan’s, which was gradually losing strength. [Read on RanaTranslations🌸] The penis reducing in volume in the man’s hand stirred. Perhaps for that reason, the risen breath wouldn’t settle.

“Without your glasses can you not see my face well?”

The excitement filling his head was still there.

“Even with glasses I can’t see well.”

He couldn’t hide the gasping voice while answering.

“Even with glasses you can’t see well?”

“Yeah.”

Dan murmured, rubbing the bridge of his nose against the close-approaching Chris’s nose. Even after the penis had completely softened the man continued to stroke Dan’s with a persistence bordering on obsessiveness.

He exhaled a breath carrying sounds of pleasure at the hand stroking the soft flesh. The hand playing with the softened penis moved to the backside.

“You wear glasses but why can’t you see?”

“The prescription doesn’t match.”

“Why wear glasses with the wrong prescription?”

Chris lightly bit Dan’s lips.

“Well, because. Ah. I stepped on and broke my prescription glasses and didn’t get new ones made.”

“Brian doesn’t give you money?”

Chris whispered toward Dan just as Dan had whispered toward him. The face exchanging whispers paused for a moment.

“What does it matter? It’s fine even if the prescription doesn’t match. Actually…”

Dan said with his eyes crinkled.

“Actually?”

“Actually I think seeing your face with the right prescription glasses would be bad for my mental health. I think it would be really bad.”

At the very bright words Chris frowned without realising it. When the whispering voice emphasised it again like delivering a finishing blow, his face stiffened.

“Earlier you said I was pretty. Is it a face that gets that much dislike?”

“It’s not a face that gets dislike.”

Dan replied cheerfully to Chris’s words.

“But you don’t want to look at it?”

A coolness spread from the questioning voice. The laughter faded from the smiling face.

The blankness disappeared too. The face that seemed a little more sober looked with a reading-the-room air at Chris’s faintly frowning lips and brought its lips to them.

The black eyes rolled from left to right.

“You’re so good-looking that…… it’s irritating sometimes.”

An uncomplicated candid impression rang out. The murmuring voice added a trailing remark that it was really true.

“A brother who lived pretty rough.”

Chris said expressionlessly. He swept down the unguarded thigh.

With the other hand he gripped the backside of Dan he had been kneading and pulled it in close toward himself. The bare chest wet with sweat and saliva stuck to Chris’s bare skin.

“Oh.”

Dan’s lips parted and a sound came out. It was an ambiguous resonance of unclear whether it was an answer or expressing a question.

“Is that a curse or a compliment?”

Chris asked with an intimidating face.

“You’re handsome.”

Dan kissed Chris’s cheek as if being affectionate.

“And irritating?”

“Yeah.”

Dan laughed with a troubled expression.

“A brother who lived pretty rough. Are you a gang member?”

Dan shook his head.

“Just a henchman of a henchman of a henchman of a gang…”

But what am I doing right now.

He answered in a fading voice while thinking with his gradually awakening head.

“That’s abbreviated as ‘organisation member.'”

Chris said with a smile. He didn’t bother telling Dan about the time things had ended badly when he’d been with the daughter of a mafia underling.

He also didn’t bother confirming whether Dan, during the time he had been a henchman of a henchman of a henchman of a gang, had gotten up to this and that with the henchmen of other henchmen of henchmen. He thought he could tell without confirming.

Instead he sent Dan a smile.