Does Spring Come Even for a Dying Esper

“Ha, don’t, huh.”

“Do you dislike what I’m doing?”

“Yes, I don’t like it, ah!”

Lucas raised an eyebrow as Iberis recoiled in disgust. In fact, he had been awake for a while. He had only pretended to be asleep because Iberis, who had woken up first, had been squirming and fidgeting for quite some time.

He had a rough idea of what was going on and tried to lighten the mood, but seeing Iberis reject him with such alarm made him feel slightly spiteful.

“Your body seems to be enjoying it, contrary to your words.”

“What?”

“Look, it’s gotten even harder.”

“No, wait… ugh!”

In the blink of an eye, Lucas straddled Iberis, changing his position and subtly pressing against his groin as if to say ‘don’t lie’. As he circled his knee gently, Iberis’ hips trembled.

Lucas’s eyes sharpened at the sight. The response was much more intense than he expected from just a light touch, and the desire he had been suppressing for the past few weeks began to creep up. He thought he had relieved some of it with last night’s mana shower, but that was clearly a miscalculation.

He slowly pressed down on Iberis’ shoulders with his hands as Iberis struggled to break free, pushing his knee in further.

“Are you going to keep lying?”

“Mmm, hnn.”

Iberis bit his lip to stifle the moans that kept trying to escape. However, pained sounds still leaked through his teeth.

“Your leg, ugh, move it…”

Iberis mumbled with a pained expression, his shoulders tensely drawn up. His insides felt hot from the arousal rising from below his waist. He felt his head spin and bit his lower lip. As his body heated up, an unfamiliar dizziness set in.

“Don’t bite your lip. It’ll bleed.”

Lucas lifted the hand that was pressing on Iberis’ shoulder and used his thumb to part Iberis’ lips.

“You’re making me, bite it, hah, I said move your leg…”

“Why?”

“Why, you ask… gah!”

Lucas feigned ignorance as he gently grasped the more prominent bulge than usual.

“What, what are you, hnn!”

Iberis was shocked as Lucas fondled his excited member. Even though it was just over his pants, the shock of having someone else touch a part of himself that he didn’t even touch except when bathing was immense.

“We can’t leave it like this, can we? You don’t seem to know how to do it yourself, so let me help you.”

“No, no, I can do it myself, eek!”

Iberis, who had been shaking his head vigorously in confusion, let out a cry at the pleasure rising up his spine. His thighs clenched involuntarily, unable to bear the unfamiliar sensation. But they were immediately blocked by Lucas’s knee positioned between his legs.

“You, haa, ugh, you said you’d only do level 1 guiding. This is… level 2…”

“Guiding? I’m just trying to help the Major who’s in a difficult situation.”

Lucas replied in a voice huskier than usual, kneading the protruding bulge in Iberis’ pants with his palm. He knew he should stop here, but he couldn’t.

“No, I’m not in any difficulty, agh! Hnn.”

“Besides, doesn’t guiding require skin-to-skin contact? I’m only doing it over your clothes, so there’s no problem.”

“What… hup.”

Iberis, who was about to argue that it was nonsense, inhaled sharply. He could feel his lower region swelling more and more inside his underwear in response to the continued stimulation.

“Hmm.”

Lucas hummed lowly as if something displeased him, rolling the flesh in his hand. Despite it being summer, Iberis’ pajamas were the same as when they first met. Perhaps because it was made of a soft, thick material that prioritized warmth, the sensation rubbing against his palm was weaker than expected. The heat seeping into his skin was also faint.

Feeling somewhat disappointed by this fact, Lucas applied more force to the hand stimulating Iberis’ lower region. The fabric separating him and Iberis was incredibly frustrating, and he wanted to tear it off right then and there, but he had to hold back.

He gulped heavily as he watched Iberis moan with a face flushed bright red. He kept feeling the urge to check how hot the skin hidden inside the pajamas had become, how red the pale flesh had turned.

“Stop, it hurts! Ngh, ha, your hand, please… Ah!”

Iberis let out a whimper mixed with moans as the feeling of climax gradually intensified. Stars flashed before his eyes every time the large hand stroked his lower region. Feeling his underwear getting wetter, he squeezed his eyes shut, unable to bear the shame.

Lucas moistened his lower lip with his tongue as he savored the sight of Iberis gasping from the overwhelming sensations. His chest swelled with the thrill that only he could make Iberis come undone like this.

His golden eyes, clouded with intense desire, took in the lips that were letting out ragged breaths. Every time those tiny lips quivered, a fierce hunger arose within him. He wanted to devour the trembling flesh that seemed to be tempting him, to trap the tongue redder than the lips in his own mouth and suck on it.

“Nngh, mm, no, I don’t like it. Hnn.”

Finally reaching his limit, Iberis flailed his hands in the air like a drowning man. Then he paused as his fingertips touched something soft. It was Lucas’s lips.

Lucas glanced at the fingers that touched his lips, then opened his mouth. He bit down hard enough to leave teeth marks.

“Ugh!”

Iberis let out a moan like a short scream as his index finger was suddenly bitten. Perhaps because it was the hottest his body had ever been, even pain felt like pleasure at this moment.

Lucas wrapped his tongue around Iberis’ finger with its bright red teeth marks and gently sucked upwards. Then he lowered his lips and placed small kisses on his palm.

“Haa… Lu, cas?”

Iberis called out to Lucas, his shoulders twitching at the ticklish contact. The sensation of the soft flesh repeatedly touching and leaving his sensitized skin felt strange.

As if responding to the call, Lucas’s lips, which had been gently nibbling on the palm, slid to the wrist. All the while, his gaze remained fixed on Iberis’ lips.

Chomp.

Lucas bit down on the thin wrist as if it were a substitute for the lips. At the same time, he strongly stroked Iberis’ lower region with his hand.

“Hik!”

Iberis arched his back as his wrist and lower body were stimulated simultaneously. For a moment, his vision turned white and a high-pitched moan escaped.

“Ah, aah…”

Iberis reached his climax, his whole body trembling like an aspen tree. A thrilling sense of release and intense fatigue washed over him at once. He gasped for air with a dazed expression. The world seemed to be spinning.

“Huu, ha, huh.”

“Are you alright?”

Rustle. Iberis barely regained his senses at the touch of a hand brushing away his sweat-soaked hair. Focus slowly returned to his gray eyes, which had been immersed in the afterglow of his release.

“…Do you, do you know what you just did?”

Iberis glared at Lucas, catching his breath. While he was angry at him, an unbearable embarrassment also swept over him. To be pinned down by Lucas, panting desperately and then climaxing – he felt like he wanted to hide in a mouse hole if there was one. No, he wanted to bury his face in the pillow and just die right there.

“Are you angry?”

“Of course, huh, how could I not be angry?”

“I’m sorry. I went a bit too far.”

Lucas apologized to Iberis without hesitation. Even he thought his actions just now had definitely crossed a line. He had nothing to say if Iberis was angry.

“You really…”

Iberis trailed off, intending to say more to Lucas. Looking at him with his eyes cast down, Iberis felt his resolve weaken. It was like looking at a puppy with drooping ears, afraid of being scolded by its owner after misbehaving.

“No, it’s fine…”

Suddenly feeling tired of everything, Iberis flopped down on the bed. Even though he thought his eyes must be playing tricks on him, he couldn’t stay angry anymore. He even had the misconception that this wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t gotten excited in the first place.

“More importantly, get off me, you’re heavy.”

Iberis, about to push Lucas away, hesitated as he felt the heat transmitted through their still-connected lower bodies. Come to think of it, he too…

Gulp.

Iberis swallowed dryly at the feeling of a flesh much more substantial than his own poking his inner thigh. Now that he was aware of Lucas’s condition, a strange thirst arose within him. After a moment’s hesitation, he spoke hesitantly.

“Don’t you, don’t you need to…?”

“Hm? Me?”

“You seem, um, excited too…”

“What? Ah…”

Lucas chuckled as Iberis’ gaze turned to his lower body. He took a short breath and raised himself up.

“It’s alright. I’ll take care of it myself.”

“Huh?”

“If we continue here, I really won’t be able to hold back.”

“What…?”

“There are such things.”

To think he would tempt him without even knowing what he looked like. Lucas looked at Iberis as he got up, answering ambiguously. The reddened eyes from the heat and the peach-pink flush on his cheeks were extremely stimulating.

“What are you saying…”

Iberis frowned at the difficult-to-understand words. Then he stiffened as he felt his underwear, sticky with his own fluids.