Chapter Nine.
The sound slipped from him before he could stop it. Startled, Klein clapped both hands over his mouth, breath uneven. When he looked up and met the young man's gaze—eyes alight with quiet mischief—it felt less like being watched and more like standing at the edge of an abyss, pulled in despite himself.
Amon's fingers closed around the sensitive peak, kneading it with deliberate pressure. He rolled it between his fingertips, dragging it side to side, tracing slow circles until a heated, shameful sensation bloomed and spread through Klein's body. Klein pressed his hand harder over his mouth, knuckles whitening, afraid that if he loosened even a little, the sounds clawing at his throat would spill out unchecked.
He was mortified.
A broken whimper slipped free anyway, muffled and breathless.
Amon treated the flushed nub with the same careless interest one might give a trinket, toying with it as if testing how much it could take. His face remained unreadable as he looked down, almost empty at first glance, you couldn't see any sexual desire in it, yet his eyes had a sharp glint, unmistakable amusement. He wanted to put the plump bud in his mouth and bite it crunchily.
And Amon had never held back from doing what he wanted.
He was eager—almost impatient—to see what kind of expression would crack across the man beneath him, curiosity buzzing sharp and restless as he savored the anticipation of discovering it.
He could not wait to find out.
Amon lowered his head and swallowed the overripe nipple that seemed about to spill juice in one bite. The soft breast flesh was fully sucked into his widely opened mouth. Amon flicked the plump nipple with his tongue tip and then set his teeth and bit. Though no juice burst out, sweetness filled his mouth.
"Hnng!"
Tears slipped down Klein's cheeks, one after another, as he stared down at the young man pressed to his chest. The relentless stimulation blooming there made it nearly impossible to hold onto his reason, his thoughts dissolving under the overwhelming sensation. Even so, disbelief gnawed at him—he couldn't reconcile the reality of being pinned beneath another man.
I like women! He wanted to cry out, but the protest never took shape. All that escaped him instead were broken moans and sharp, helpless gasps.
Amon's other hand grew bolder, drifting with unhurried intent over Klein's pale, yielding skin, tracing lazy paths until it finally came to rest at the waistband of his trousers.
Klein barely had time to register the danger before Amon closed the distance. The contact stole his breath—warm, insistent—and then Amon's supple tongue slipped past his lips, tracing along the edges of his teeth and sweeping the tender roof of his mouth. The intrusion was deliberate and unnervingly intimate, leaving Klein acutely aware of every pressured stroke, every lingering glide, as if his very awareness were being explored as much as his mouth.
It only took a brief lapse in his attention for everything to change—his trousers and underwear were suddenly tugged free, sliding down his legs until they pooled awkwardly around his knees, leaving him exposed before he could even react.
Klein struggled to move, trying to shove away the youthful figure devouring him, but his strength failed—his hand landed weakly against the other man's shoulder instead. The response was swift and cruel: Amon seized one of Klein's nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeezed mercilessly, and in the same breath clamped down, severing Klein's tender tongue as punishment.
"Nhgg!"
A sheen of tender tears welled up in Klein's eyes, blurring his vision as they gathered. Amon noticed Klein's reaction and as if for a reward, he gently sucked his tongue and scraped the depressed center of his nipples with the tip of his fingernails.
This brat! Klein could only scold in his heart as he looked at the abyss like eyes staring at him while sucking his breath away. He felt quite ashamed, as he didn't expect to be stared at by the young man while kissing him.
Weren't kisses in films and movies always shown with closed eyes? This young man must be an anomaly!
Klein thought he was going crazy as he felt his brains melting from all the sensation, he even noticed his responses dulled, sluggish and delayed as oxygen was deprived from his brain from the kiss.
Amon chuckled lightly, releasing his hold, then leaned back, positioning himself comfortably between the person's legs. Klein drew in a sharp, desperate breath, as if he'd just broken the surface of deep water. Amused, Amon's eyes roamed over the body before him, taking in every detail with a playful, scrutinizing gaze.
Klein wanted to cover his body, feeling as if he was being toasted from the gaze yet his hand could only settle on the fingers in his chest, trying to stop it from pinching and teasing. Amon withdrew his fingers obediently like a kid, yet the corner of his lips says another thing.
Klein wanted to cover his body, feeling as if he was being toasted from the gaze yet his hand could only settle on the fingers in his chest, trying to stop it from pinching and teasing. Amon withdrew his fingers obediently like a kid, yet the corner of his lips says another thing.
And without any warning, Amon's hands went behind Klein's legs and lifted up to his shoulders. Klein could not help but let out a sudden yelp as surprise.
"Wait!" Klein cried out hoarsely as he felt himself being bent inward, his body folding under the sudden pressure and movement.
Amon only tilted his head, the faint curve of his smile unreadable. He casually brushed his fingers along Klein's spine, the light touch enough to make him tremble.
His hands drifted lower, unhurried as it traveled down on the forbidden road. His fingers slowly brushed across the line and fell down to the bright red hole.
Klein's breath hitch as he felt the long jade-like fingers brushing to his most intimate part. No one ever touched him there! Not even himself!
"No…" Klein tried to escape but he felt his body craving for more than a touch, at this moment if Klein was sober he would bang his head on the headboard.
Heat coiled low in his body, spreading faster than he could control. The reaction was instinctive—his body responding on its own, leaving him painfully aware of the slick warmth he couldn't stop. His entrance secreted liquid automatically, and the itching sensation swept over his whole body. The unfamiliar sensation made him shudder, shame burning just as fiercely as the desire. Klein bit back a sound, but a soft, helpless "Mmm…!" slipped past his lips anyway.
The shame of uncontrollable liquid coming out of his back hole made Klein want to die.
Looking at their situation, Klein felt a sharp wave of humiliation. Amon was still impeccably dressed—collar straight, cuffs neat—like a gentleman who had merely paused for conversation rather than reduced someone else to trembling breaths and flushed skin. The contrast made Klein's chest tighten.
It wasn't fair.
Teeth gritted, Klein twisted just enough to free one hand and seized Amon's dress shirt, fingers curling into the crisp fabric. The smooth material crumpled instantly in his grip. He tugged hard, not caring about the neat lines or the expensive tailoring.
"If you're going to do this," he breathed, voice rough with frustration and heat, "then don't you dare stay untouched."
Amon stilled for a fraction of a second, pitch black eyes flicking down to where Klein held him. There was surprise there—brief, flickering—before it melted into amusement.
Klein pulled again, harder this time, trying to drag him down, trying to erase that composed distance. If he had to be disheveled, breathless, undone—then Amon would be too.
"Alright," Amon agreed lightly, as if indulging a whim.
He stepped back just enough to slip from Klein's grip. With unhurried composure, he removed his coat first, folding it with almost irritating neatness before setting it aside. Then came the vest, and the tie—each piece discarded with deliberate elegance.
By the time he reached the last button of his shirt, Klein's breath had already grown uneven.
The fabric slid from Amon's shoulders, revealing a lean, well-defined frame—muscle shaped not by vanity, but by quiet strength. The sharp taper of his waist and the clean lines of his torso caught the lamplight, shadows carving definition along his form. He looked less like a man who had been wrestling someone moments ago and more like a sculpture stepped down from its pedestal.
Klein swallowed.
The balance he had demanded was achieved—but somehow, it didn't feel like a victory.
Amon's golden eyes met his again, amusement flickering there.
"Even enough?" he asked softly, eyes swirling with amusement.
Klein looked away and buried his face into the pillow, but before he could gather himself, Amon lifted his lower body with ease and shifted onto his knees on the bed behind him. There was no hesitation when Amon pressed a finger inside. Klein let out a strained grunt, trying to push himself up, but Amon leaned over him, his weight and strength pinning him firmly against the mattress.
Held down like that, Klein could only gasp for air, his breaths turning ragged despite himself, humiliation burning through him as his body reacted against his will.
Yet the forced stimulation only made his responses grow more intense. Amon's slow, deliberate movements continued, and before long, warmth gathered and spilled, leaving him slick and overly sensitive, his body betraying him completely. The overwhelming itch and heat spread through him, impossible to ignore. His lower hole produced slick and liquid like an animal, he could not understand.
After a few times of pumping and inserting, the body fluid in his butt with Amon's finger came out in a flood, making the back mouth full of lubrication, as if it was ready for the man's insertion.
Itchy…
I want more…