MGN | Chapter 29

Pants, along with underwear, were tossed under the bed.

I wished I couldn’t see anything at all. But Yves looked at everything straight on.

His gaze, so languid it felt lazy, held a strange sensation. As I curled my legs, Yves pressed down on Maël’s knee.

Our eyes met under the dawn light. Yves murmured softly, “Doesn’t seem impossible.”

Each word felt like it clung wetly to my body. Goosebumps rose in a way I’d never experienced before. Unconsciously gripping the sheets, he tugged at the only piece of clothing on Maël’s body, the shirt.

‘Guess that means to take it off.’

Maël swallowed dryly and complied. Even though it was just a thin piece of fabric, his shoulders tensed, and Yves once again scanned Maël’s unclothed body.

Yves, who could walk outside in just a shirt and pants without any issue, undid his pants buckle. Without taking them all the way off, he pulled out his penis.

“Ha.”

Maël couldn’t help but let out a small gasp at the sight. Yves didn’t care.

Once revealed, it seemed like it could almost reach his navel, and even Yves’ large hand couldn’t fully grasp it.

A man who seemed to lack passion, excitement, or any red sensation, everything about him was monochrome. Yet, what he held was the only thing tinged with a reddish hue.

“That right now…”

Even though I couldn’t finish my sentence, he didn’t ask. Under his still cool and cold gaze, as if he couldn’t see my face full of confusion.

Instead, Yves stroked his penis with one hand and grabbed Maël’s ankle with the other. My body folded in half. Maybe because of how close he was, the tip of Yves’ penis was already touching between Maël’s thighs.

“Wait, just.”

Maël barely managed to reach out and grab Yves’ shoulder. Only then did Yves slightly furrowed his brows. It seemed like a faint hint of annoyance, but Maël couldn’t care less about that.

“Hold on, wait a moment. Otherwise, not just me, but it’ll hurt too much for both of us.”

Stumbling over words, it was a poor attempt for a current lawyer. At that, Yves let go of the ankle as if tossing it aside.

“Annoying.”

The retort of “then let’s not do it” stayed in my mouth. Maël didn’t forget the situation. At least, he tried not to. Someone had died, and it was Manon’s husband and the son of this country’s ruler. Yves was the one who helped cover it up.

Anyway, Yves stepped back as if to say, “Go ahead.”

Maël couldn’t remember how long it had been since he last prepared himself. He hadn’t expected to be in this situation at his sister’s wedding, so there was no gel or lotion. It didn’t seem possible to just force it, and after seeing something like that, he didn’t even dare to try.

All he could use was saliva. Not wanting to show that, Maël sat up.

“I’ll loosen up in the bathroom.”

He figured Yves wouldn’t want to see that either. But Yves didn’t move, instead curling his lips as if to smile.

“What’s there to hide between a couple?”

Whether it was mockery or sincerity, the low voice was hard to decipher. Maël bit his lip and exhaled.

His pride and the situation were already at rock bottom. Yves was the only person who had seen all of Maël’s lowest points. Asking for help, undressing, and being on the brink of sex—was there any dignity left to maintain? It was laughable.

Damn it, whatever. Let it be.

He had repeated to himself countless times to let go of pride, but until now, he hadn’t truly done so. However, this resignation was real. Maël sucked on his fingers in front of him.

Even then, he didn’t want to meet his eyes, so he lowered his gaze. Maël clumsily placed his saliva-covered fingers between his legs.

‘Ignore it. There’s no one here.’

Trying not to think about the shadow looming over him, Maël fumbled inside. It had been so long that even his wet fingers were a struggle. One by one, carefully inserting them, the squelching sound was particularly vivid. Maël shivered with embarrassment.

“Hup.”

And for the first time in ages, as he explored the sensitive spot, he gasped. Maël knew his peak was shallow. Even with his not-so-long fingers, he could reach and feel it.

He had forgotten for a moment. So, as soon as he let out a moan, he was startled and looked up.

His eyes met Yves’.

He narrowed his eyes. Those serene eyes, filled with leisure and boredom, had something sticky tangled within them. As much as Maël didn’t want to admit it, he was scared. It bothered him, and he wanted to avoid it. There was nothing he could predict from them.

Only a few seconds passed after the moan.

Yves grabbed Maël’s wrist from between his legs and moved it aside. Then he lifted his ankle onto his shoulder. His body covered Maël’s. The stiff shirt brushed against the back of his calves and thighs.

Yves aligned the tip of his penis with Maël’s entrance. Even though the entrance was wet, the sheer size of it pushed in, crushing the folds.

“Ah! Ow, ah!”

“See, it works.”

It was only then that Yves’ voice mixed with breath. Maël, on the other hand, couldn’t breathe.

“Ugh, wait, ugh… ah.”

There wasn’t even time to consider if saying “just a moment” was right. As it pushed in, words shattered. Even trying to relax, it felt like he was tearing, and the barely loosened inner walls burned from the intense friction.

It hurt. It hurt so much that Maël crumpled the bed sheets. Was I even breathing? He forced his thoughts to shift. Trying to catch his breath, Maël let out a scream.

“Ah, ah, ugh.”

Yves’ thick tip pressed against Maël’s peak. Maël’s body arched. Despite the pain, at that moment, his body felt like it was melting sweetly. Above all, Maël’s penis, which had been lifeless from the brutal penetration, stood hard and leaked pre-cum, leaving a dark stain on Yves’ shirt.

“Ugh, ugh.”

He wanted to die. The situation was terrible, and his body’s reaction made tears well up. Not wanting to show Yves him crying, Maël forced his eyes wide open.

Yves, who had paused, lifted the right hand that was beside Maël’s cheek.

“With a face like you want to kill me.”

The hand that brushed Maël’s face moved downward. Grabbing Maël’s twitching penis, he started to move his hand.

“You’re acting funny, you.”

As the firm hand stimulated the front, a hot breath escaped. Biting his lip to avoid crying, Yves began to push his penis further inside.

“Ha, ugh.”

The penis pushing inside relentlessly stimulated the inner walls. Was it really a penis being shoved in? It was impossible to tell when the insertion would end, and it felt overwhelming. Even trying to escape, Maël’s back only met the soft bedding.

Pleasure mixed with pain. Hating that he was feeling anything in this situation, he just wanted to let go of consciousness. But even that was difficult because of the hand carelessly touching Maël’s penis.

Breath hitched, mixing with moans, and his mind gradually emptied to white. It felt like his mind was melting from a different kind of pleasure.

No matter how much he searched, he couldn’t recall a similar experience.

His body moved in rhythm with Yves’ movements. The sound of wet breaths, whose origin was unknown, mingled with the sound of flesh meeting and parting, lingering in the dim dawn bedroom.

“Ha.”

He tried not to look as much as possible. But the man thrusting his hips right in front of him was there unless he closed his eyes. Yves’ jaw tensed. Looking up at that, Maël closed his eyes. The eyes observing Maël’s constantly changing and scattered expressions were too overwhelming.

“Ah, ugh, please.”

He felt nauseous, absurdly disgusted, yet simultaneously wanted to cling and beg. As he gasped for breath and twisted his face, Yves withdrew his penis slightly.

“Wait, wait, ah!”

Deliberately pressing against the sensitive part, pleasure surged like a high wave. He couldn’t resist the rising sensation. Maël hastily reached out to cover his own penis that Yves was holding.

“Ah, ugh.”

Even as Maël covered it with his hand, both of their hands were soaked with milky fluid.

As Maël shivered briefly from the aftermath of climax, he inadvertently looked at Yves, who had stopped moving. Yves brushed back his sweat-soaked hair with his dry hand.

“Haha.”

He laughed softly, as if finding it absurd that his hand was wet with Maël’s release.

Was it disgusting? It didn’t matter. But really, unable to predict what would happen next, Maël closed his eyes and barely caught his breath.

“Damn.”

A curse, spat out as if chewing, echoed in his ear. It’s all over. Whether that was good or bad for this situation, he couldn’t tell.

Right now, it felt like he could end all this and fall asleep. When Maël made that assumption, the leg draped over his shoulder came down, and his waist was lifted.

‘Huh?’

With his body half-raised, Maël quickly opened his eyes to find Yves thrusting his entire large penis inside him.