Escape from an Ancient Civilization Ch 188(NSFW)

Chapter 188 Side Story 10(NSFW)

“What do you mean you don’t like it.”

As soon as he answered, Nataek’s zipper slid down with a rasp. When Medeus went to pull his pants right down, Nataek quickly grabbed the waistband.

“I’m sweaty, and I haven’t washed yet.”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine for me.”

Nataek slipped a hand under Medeus’s armpit to lift him up. Medeus scrunched his nose like a whining puppy, his face creasing, but he wouldn’t put strain on Nataek’s arm; before any weight could land there, he stood up on his own.

“Then if you wash, can I do whatever I want?”

“What exactly are you… planning to do.”

“Answer first.”

“Answer first, yourself.”

Medeus shot him a narrow, sidelong look. Affecting calm, Nataek asked again,

“Answer… first. Why are you asking my consent to do whatever you want?”

This time, Medeus wrapped his arms around Nataek’s waist.

“I’ll tell you if you say yes.”

“Then no.”

“No—say yes.”

“Ha. What kind of asking permission is this? Why even ask if you’re going to be like this?”

“Because I don’t want you to hate me.”

Medeus reached out and turned on the shower. The torrent soaked Nataek’s hair. With a helpless laugh, Nataek pushed back his wet bangs. In Medeus’s eyes lay barely restrained desire, threaded with impatience, and the sincerity tucked behind the joking words. A wanting to have his lover, and the fear of being hated for that wanting.

Hey. No matter what you do, hating you isn’t possible. Why would I ever hate you.

Every time Medeus wore that expression, Nataek could only raise the white flag. He reached out and swept back Medeus’s fringe.

“Throwing your weight around is a problem, but I won’t hate you for anything. So stop worrying like that.”

Medeus rubbed his forehead into Nataek’s palm.

“Really…?”

Nataek nodded. With his lashes faintly lowered, Medeus slowly sank down. Even as he knelt like a dog gauging its master’s mood, he didn’t bend his will. His red lips touched Nataek’s abdomen. He tugged down Nataek’s pants. The wet jeans slid down with the underwear. Nataek caught his wrist. There was no mistaking what he meant to do.

“That still doesn’t mean yes.”

“Teresi…”

Medeus clung around his thigh in a pleading embrace.

“Before, I couldn’t devote myself to you properly. I want to do now what I couldn’t then.”

His long lashes flickered slowly as he looked up.

“I want to. Let me.”

Nataek shifted so his back and head blocked the showerhead, trying to keep the water off Medeus’s face, but he couldn’t stop the spray ricocheting off his body and sluicing down the fabric. Droplets gathered at Medeus’s eyes as he steadily grew damp. When one bead hung from a pale lash and fell, the self-restraint Nataek had been clinging to caught fire. His tip brushed the waistband that hadn’t fully come down, the swelling growing more pronounced. As he bit his lip, Medeus spoke his name.

“Teresi.”

Nataek’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

“…Lee Nataek.”

At the sudden sound of his name, his eyes flew wide.

“Nataek.”

Called again and again, his heart started to pound hard. At the same time, his pants and underwear fell to his ankles. His length sprang up, veins standing out. Medeus wrapped his hand around the hard base.

“Why call my name all of a sudden—ugh…!”

His wet tip was taken into Medeus’s red mouth. Nataek’s breath stopped.

“I want to suck this. Can I?”

He spoke around the tip, lips snug.

Huh? Huh?

Those working lips begged him. Medeus was trying to give back exactly what he had received on that night in the ancient world. Faced with his lover’s courtship, Nataek could only yield.

With a faint sigh, he let his back rest on the wall. He angled the showerhead toward it as well. It was a silent yes. Catching the meaning at once, Medeus’s eyes smiled. As if he’d been waiting, he pursed and moved his lips a little at a time. The tip disappeared fully, then half the shaft followed.

“Mm—…!”

Medeus set his hands on Nataek’s waist and began to work his head in earnest. He pulled back slowly, then sealed his lips against Nataek’s lower belly again. Each time those red lips met the firm abdominal muscles, the tip speared into his narrow throat.

Swallow and release, swallow and release; with each repetition, a soft tongue caressed the underside of the shaft while the hard palate pressed above. With slick, wet sounds, Medeus’s light brown hair swayed.

Every time the tip nudged his throat, a gagging sound caught faintly in Medeus’s voice. The tender corners of his eyes flushed redder and redder. Even so, he didn’t stop swallowing Nataek. He took him to the root, then drew back with a long suck like a straw, spitting the tip free, angling his head, and swallowing the length again.

“Urgh.”

With each groan from Medeus’s throat, the ring gripping the tip tightened. For Nataek, it was unbearable stimulus.

A moan slipped from his own mouth. He hunched, shoulders drawing in. Leaning back at ease was no longer possible. He fought the urge to drive his hips and take Medeus’s mouth, barely holding himself back. As Medeus’s head quickened, Nataek’s breath grew ragged.

“Haa… ngh…”

His head slowly tipped downward until Medeus’s eyes entered his view. Their gazes met over the act. Dew beaded in those reddened corners. Each time he let the long length slip from his mouth, saliva trailed from his lips. Nataek slowly stroked his ear.

“Medeus…”

The gathered droplet traced down from the outer corner of Medeus’s eye. Even so, he looked up with smiling eyes. That lit the fuse in Nataek’s core. He gripped the smaller head and began to thrust his hips hard.

“Mm—. Hh.”

“Gah—ugh… mm!”

That pure face wrapped around his cock kept fanning the flames of a wicked desire. Don’t, shouldn’t—he thought, yet the brakes wouldn’t catch. The water streaming down their backs soaked them even messier.

Slap, slap; the more his hips worked, the more his lower belly tensed. The hands on Medeus’s head slid to his shoulders, then grabbed frantically at his back. Fingers curled, nails digging into his skin. The urge to spill climbed higher with his gasping breath, rising and rising until it kissed the surface.

“Ah, ngh, I’m… gonna—”

He tried to pull his hips back, pushing at Medeus’s shoulder in a rush. But that solid body only clutched tighter at his thighs. Nataek’s backside hit the bathroom wall and Medeus’s red lips pressed hard to his abdomen.

“Mede—… wait! Wait—It’s gonna—Please, just—wait…!”

Fixing him with gray eyes, Medeus hollowed his cheeks and sucked like a baby at the breast. The urge crested, a wet head breaking the surface.

“Ah—ugh…!”

Like a mermaid whipping back its head, Nataek’s climax broke the surface. His back rippled; as if releasing a held breath, thick semen spilled from his slit. His rigid hips and belly twitched in rhythm. He could almost hear the gurgle. The downpour drummed his shoulders.

Medeus’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down with each swallow. Breathing hard, Nataek pushed at his shoulder. Only then did Medeus let him go. A white thread stretched from his scarlet lips.

Flustered, Nataek hooked a thumb to pull down Medeus’s lower lip. He parted them obediently; inside the red mouth clung traces of what he hadn’t finished swallowing. Nataek wiped his lips with the back and palm of his hand.

“Why would you… why would you eat that!”

Medeus rose slowly. A large shadow fell over Nataek.

“I’m just doing what you taught me.”

It was true that the first time Nataek had done this to Medeus, he had swallowed. He had even pressed down from above to keep Medeus from pulling away, opening his own throat as wide as it would go. But that was because, in a midnight bedroom of an ancient world, there hadn’t been any decent way to deal with a mouthful of semen. Of course, there had also been the feeling of not wanting to spit out what had come from Medeus’s body.