Chapter 360 Blindfolded
Darkness, nothing in sight.
The darkness made him feel extremely small, like an animal that was suddenly dug out of a safe cave and abandoned in the wilderness.
The fine hairs on the edge of his ear trembled slightly in the suddenly more intense air. All the sounds around him seemed to be amplified, which made him pay attention to the door - was it firmly closed? He was not sure. It had been closed before, but he could not tell when this sole visitor came in, so perhaps it was just ajar now...
The professor froze for a moment as his gloves were ripped off. Then, suddenly, he felt a warmth. A soft, weighty object covered his chest, reaching down to his calves. A familiar scent enveloped him, bringing a deep sense of security. He instinctively reached out to grasp it. The texture was slightly rough, but soft and pleasant to the touch. It seemed like a dragon knight's cloak.
"Don't be nervous." Someone kissed the back of his hand, then his forehead, and said in a low voice with a hint of laughter: "Please leave it all to me."
I wasn't nervous. The professor wanted to frown and open his mouth to refute, but the next second, his hands suddenly grabbed the cloak on his body.
The thin skin at his knees suddenly felt a strange warmth. His legs were spread apart, and the man simply lifted the hem of his cloak, slipped in between his legs, half-knelt in front of him, and then, quite naturally, hugged his waist tightly.
"you--!"
The professor's eyes suddenly widened under the fabric, and he subconsciously wanted to push the person out.
"Shh... I won't pinch your waist suddenly, don't be afraid." Azuka had foreseen and squeezed his hand into the gap between the back and the back of the chair, hugging the narrow body tightly, feeling the other's instinctive tension and trembling.
A fire was burning in the fireplace, so the professor didn't wear a heavy coat, only a thin jacket and shirt. The savior slowly unbuttoned his nemesis's coat, then buried his face in his taut belly, nuzzling it contentedly through the thin fabric. He couldn't help but kiss it, feeling the restless breathing and rise and fall of the soft, tense, thin abdominal muscles.
His hands also climbed up and reached into the coat, as if peeling a person out of a tear in the clothes, and measured the protruding shoulder blades and back inch by inch with his palms, like a most professional doctor, carefully massaging every part that might cause soreness and swelling.
"Your back muscles are so tense too." Azuka sighed and whispered lovingly, "You've been under a lot of pressure lately."
"...If you don't keep touching me in such a strange position," Nova said coldly, staring at the darkness in front of him, "I might be more relaxed."
Now his body was forced forward, the other person's warm breath hitting his lower abdomen. He couldn't help but tentatively reach out his right hand to touch it, and then successfully grasped the cold edge of the table, barely stabilizing himself and maintaining his balance.
The person under him seemed to laugh softly, and the professor suddenly widened his eyes. His left hand, which was originally hanging by his side, was about to pull the cloth on his eyes, but someone pressed the back of his hand lightly.
"What are you doing?!" He lowered his head in frustration: "You bastard, this is work--ugh!"
The fingers of his right hand, resting on the edge of the table, suddenly tightened, their knuckles and nails turning bluish-white. The professor tried to close his legs, but someone blocked his way, so he instinctively ducked into his chair, his back arched.
The savior remained silent. The dark-haired young man panted vacantly, head bowed in the darkness. Unable to see, his hands on the table clenched into fists helplessly. The hand that had stopped him from tearing the bandage from his eyes in the sudden surge of excitement had left, and instead gently stroked his back with its warm palm, encouragingly, trying to guide him.
"...Dear, stop pulling my hair." Azuka moved and coaxed helplessly, "I hope this will make you relax, sir, but I am also happy to give up the initiative if you wish. Just ask me."
The hand that had been subconsciously grasping his hair tightly, causing a slight pain, remained quiet for a moment, and suddenly pulled it hard in revenge.
His nemesis did not curse, probably because he knew that if he opened his mouth, the sounds that would come out would be awkward, unintimidating, but extremely tempting to others.
Azuka: “…”
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the hand that was originally pressed on his back slipped down dangerously - he was indeed obedient. The person in his arms took a sharp breath, let go of his hair, and instinctively curled up violently, burying his face deeply in his arms on the table, trying to stop those uncontrollable subtle sounds, and his whole body was shaking slightly.
However, he did not take the opportunity to tear off the covering on his eyes, nor did he end this increasingly excessive "relaxation". Instead, his body slowly softened, and he handed his weight to the person kneeling between his legs with extraordinary trust.
...So good.
A soft smile flashed in the savior's eyes, and he gently touched the back of his old enemy with appreciation and comfort.
The professor didn't understand why he didn't stop the increasingly ridiculous game.
All the senses in the darkness were invisibly magnified. The firewood crackled, the air was sticky, his skin seemed to be entangled by countless hot and invisible snakes, and an endless, familiar yet unfamiliar tide swallowed him up, as if he was falling into an endless abyss.
He instinctively felt fear and tried to escape, but he could only barely hold up his neck before being easily dragged into a deeper abyss. He had no choice but to support the edge of the table with both hands, breathing suppressedly, and scratching the table with his nails in vain as if asking for help.
The chair legs suddenly made a sharp, piercing scraping sound against the floor. Azuka paused, then suddenly pressed the person tighter, until the instinctive struggle in his arms suddenly froze and trembled. Only then did he slowly loosen his grip and casually wipe the corner of his lips with his fingers.
The black-haired young man had already ripped the cloth from his eyes, along with the cloak that had completely slipped off in his struggle, and threw them all to the ground. His gray eyes, which had become noticeably damp, drooped coldly with annoyance, staring down at him condescendingly. The tips of his ears, his neck, and the thin skin under his eyes were all tinged with a moist, soft blood color.
"This time it's obviously faster than before." The savior nonchalantly kissed his lover's still cramping belly and gently asked, "Do you like it?"
...Next time I might as well tie my hands, he couldn't help but think darkly.
"You better make sure you closed the door properly and didn't mess up my files." The professor managed to catch his breath and glared at him. "If you do that again, I'll pull your hair out. I mean what I say."
Azuka: “…”
"What a creative threat, sir." He feigned indignation, pressing his cheek against the other's abdomen and nuzzling it maliciously. When the other instinctively pushed him away, he grabbed both hands, brought them to his lips and kissed them, even licking them slowly and sentimentally. "But I already set up a barrier. Otherwise, with such a loud commotion in the chief's room just now, someone would have rushed in to investigate."
"Although I don't really care, after all, I won't let anyone see you like this..." Azuka interrupted himself, blinked innocently, and then looked at the other party with a smile in his eyes. He suddenly pulled his hand back and rubbed it on his body angrily. The blood on the tip of his ear clearly showed signs of spreading.
"...That's enough. Get up."
The professor tried to squeeze his knees together to push the other person out. But the other person took advantage of the situation and grabbed his waist, lifting him up by his buttocks. The sudden feeling of weightlessness made the black-haired young man instinctively hug the other person's neck, and he fell into the arms of the savior.
Suddenly, his back softened, and he was laid face-up on a soft sofa. The man then sat down beside him, first leaning over and kissing him between the eyebrows in a soothing manner, and then, just as he was about to kiss him on the lips, the professor pushed him away with a sullen look.
"Go rinse your mouth."
Seeing the man opening his mouth as if to say something lewd, Nova interrupted him expressionlessly: "You will dislike your dragon saliva, and I dislike your current saliva too - don't look at me like that, I didn't ask you to do that."
Being infatuated and being clear-headed are two different things.
Azuka: “…”
He sighed, climbed up indulgently, and suddenly missed the cute look of the other person who had pestered him and begged for food in the illusion.
The professor remained lying on his back, with the clear sound of water in his ears. He was silent for a moment, then suddenly and slowly covered his eyes with one arm.
...In a way, this bastard had succeeded. He was now extremely "relaxed", even a little drowsy, and his desk hadn't even been tidied up yet - this was incredible for a workaholic like him.
There was another weight beside him, and before the professor could come to his senses, he was held down and kissed until his breathing became rapid and he couldn't help but whimpering slightly.
The savior acted a bit mean, wanting to compensate for all the unsuccessful kisses at once. It was not until his lover finally couldn't bear it any longer and started to struggle, biting his tongue and even pulling his hair that he reluctantly let go and pecked his slightly swollen lips soothingly.
Then someone started to blame the other person with a skilled look of grievance: "You bit me and pulled my hair - you clearly promised me."
The professor, who was still gasping for breath, was stunned for a moment. Deep in his brain, which was dizzy due to lack of oxygen, he remembered that he had indeed promised something - well, now it seems a bit like he put on pants and didn't recognize anyone?
...Wait, that's not right.
"I will kiss you, but you can't kiss me for so long," the black-haired young man said, trying to catch his breath while glaring at the other person in dissatisfaction, trying to seriously accuse the other person of shameless substitution, which made people feel uneasy. "I am a human who breathes with lungs, not a water bear that breathes through skin."
...I didn't understand, but that didn't stop Azuka from lowering his head and gently kissing the lips of the person under him again and again, invading and leaving, like waves of gentle, endless tides.
"Is this all right, my sir?" he whispered softly between kisses. "Do you like this?"
His nemesis looked at him for a moment with his misty gray eyes, then suddenly took the initiative to grab his collar and kissed him, his tongue thrusting in without hesitation.
"like."
The professor pulled away, subconsciously licking his numb lips. Under the other man's suddenly deep gaze, he calmly said, "Continue."
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