Little Pink Starfish

Huuuh… A shallow breath, half-moan, slipped from parted lips. As their kisses grew deeper and more intoxicating, Ishar’s once-clear mind became hazy, as though drunk on heat.

Is this… what love is?

He asked himself this as his hands traced over Veloan’s body, caressing him with a tenderness that bordered on reverence. Gently, intimately.

Eventually, Ishar straddled Veloan’s thighs, parting his own legs to sit atop him, their gazes locked as they faced each other.

Beneath the robe, Veloan’s member brushed against him as he half-lifted his head.

“Ishar.”

Even the soft, low voice calling his name made Ishar’s heart tremble. He bit his lip, but quickly relaxed as Veloan’s tongue gently licked his upper lip.

The grip around his waist was firm—so strong it felt as though he would never be let go, and only then did he finally feel at ease.

“Please tell me what you want.”

His lips, which had been about to answer without hesitation, clamped shut. It wasn’t hesitation born of rejection—on the contrary.

Ishar wanted Veloan. He wanted his warmth, his breath, his very presence.

But he bore a sin. Could someone like him, burdened with guilt, truly speak his heart? Could he dare to reveal his selfish desire?

What if, after his sin was one day exposed, Veloan looked back on this moment and believed Ishar had deceived him—what if he turned cruel and cold? Could he withstand that?

Just the thought of it suffocated him. It was like trying to untangle a filthy, hopelessly knotted thread. The moment he tugged even slightly, it felt like everything would snap—so fragile and terrifying that it pressed against his chest.

And so, he hesitated all the more.

“It’s all right.”

As those words—words he had most longed to hear—fell gently upon his ear, he flinched and lifted his gaze from where it had been cast downward.

Those deep crimson eyes reflected Ishar with perfect clarity.

“…What is?”

“Anything. Whatever it is you want—if you tell me now, I’ll make it all right.”

You don’t know anything. That’s the only reason you can say that. If you knew my sin, you’d come to hate me.

Swallowing the words that had risen to the tip of his tongue with a held breath, Ishar shut his eyes tightly, then opened them again. Just this once, he decided to lean into Veloan’s ignorance, and parted his lips.

“I want you, Veloan.”

At those words, Veloan smiled with a blissful joy as though he’d just claimed the entire world.

Ishar accepted the hands that undressed his robe without resistance. With a soft thud, it fell to the floor, and the earlier air of leisure vanished entirely.

As if that gentle stillness had never existed, their lips crashed together, stealing breath and tangling tongues in urgency.

Savoring Veloan’s presence as if tasting sweet, juicy flesh, Ishar lowered his hand and grasped Veloan’s member, which was pressed against his own.

Veloan’s hand also wrapped around Ishar’s aroused member, starting to rub and stroke the tip. With the stimulation traveling up and down, Ishar exhaled deeply, focusing even more on the movements of his tongue and hand.

“Haa…”

As the movement of the hand wrapped around his member quickened, the pleasure spreading through his entire body turned into heat, making his breath ragged. The moans and breaths spilling from beneath his throat were swallowed one after another by Veloan, sending Ishar’s mind reeling.

Still, he didn’t stop stimulating Veloan’s member. Rather, as if relying on the hand gripping his own, he matched Veloan’s rhythm and moved his hand with even greater eagerness.

Lost in the wet sounds and the scorching heat rising and falling between them, it didn’t take long before the two of them reached climax together.

Only then did Ishar let go of Veloan, panting as he looked up at him. Veloan’s lips came down gently across various parts of Ishar’s face.

“I want to be inside you.”

A large hand gripped his buttocks. As fingers traced the entrance’s folds, their movements revealed his desire plainly, leaving nothing hidden.

Since it was what he wanted, Ishar was about to nod—then hesitated.

“Why?” Veloan asked. “Do you not want to?”

“That’s not it.”

“Then why are you hesitating?”

“…May I… put it in myself?”

Even though they had already seen everything there was to see of each other, voicing his request made Ishar feel a little shy. As his cheeks flushed a deeper red, a rich smile spread across Veloan’s lips.

“Yes. Just be careful not to hurt yourself. Hmm… though I doubt there’s much risk of that now.”

One of the fingers that had been lingering around the entrance slipped inside with ease. Just as he’d said, having intertwined so thoroughly earlier, Ishar’s body accepted it without resistance.

As Veloan’s finger slipped out from inside him, Ishar felt a subtle sense of longing. He reached again to wrap his hand around Veloan’s length. While stimulating his member with one hand, he brought the other to the entrance where Veloan’s finger had just been, and slowly pushed one of his own fingers inside.

“Hh….”

Just as Veloan had said, his finger slid in without resistance. Ishar felt every nerve in his body tense under Veloan’s gaze, which watched him with a savoring intensity. Steadily, he began to stretch the entrance open on his own.

Even as he focused on preparing himself, Ishar made a conscious effort not to stop stimulating Veloan with his hand.

Eventually managing to insert three fingers, he instinctively began to search deeper within.

However, no matter how far he pushed his fingers, it still felt like he was far from reaching the spot he truly desired—and a creeping impatience began to take hold of him.

“Ugh, Veloan…!”

His body trembled with frustration for a moment—only to let out an involuntary moan as Veloan’s hand suddenly grasped his chest.

“Do you dislike it?”

The sharp red eyes that locked onto him, exploring him with a devouring gaze, stirred a strange pleasure within Ishar.

As Veloan slid his fingers between Ishar’s erect nipples, teasing them, Ishar arched his chest toward him. Taking that as encouragement, Veloan brought a nipple into his mouth.

“Hh….”

“Your hand has stopped. Continue, Ishar.”

As Veloan’s hot, wet tongue teased one nipple and his hand stimulated the other, he urged Ishar on.

Perhaps it was the heat that had transferred between them—because Ishar could feel Veloan’s member growing harder and thicker in his hand. Visibly aroused enough now to be taken inside, Ishar withdrew the fingers that had been preparing his entrance.

“Wait—just a moment. Stop for now.”

Perhaps disappointed by the request, Veloan gave the nipple—now temptingly red like ripe fruit—a light nibble before leaning his upper body back.

Ishar took a deep breath, then used his knees for support as he lifted his hips fully, adjusting his position to receive Veloan’s length more smoothly.

As the slick, precum-covered tip brushed beneath his raised hips, his body instinctively flinched—but he steadied himself and calmly began to lower his hips.

“I don’t know if this is going to work…”

Just placing the tip of Veloan’s thick shaft against the entrance and applying slight pressure was enough to make the tightness feel overwhelming.

Even though he had taken Veloan inside him just a few hours ago, as if forgetting all of that, his body resisted the intrusion—causing a faint sting as he tried to ease it back in.

He had momentarily forgotten that his body possessed a natural healing ability far greater than that of ordinary humans, and bit his lower lip in frustration.

“It’d be better to use some oil and stretch myself more…” he thought, preparing to pull back.

But just then, Veloan’s hand slid slowly, deliberately along his waist, wrapping around him.

“Hah…?!”

The strange, almost chilling sensation made Ishar catch his breath. He shot Veloan a glare, only for Veloan to kiss the corner of his eye and murmur softly:

“May I assist you? At this rate, it may take ages for you to take me in.”

There was no provocation quite like that. Determined now more than ever to take him fully, Ishar bit Veloan’s smug lips lightly in retaliation.

Veloan let out a quiet laugh, then pressed a soft, apologetic kiss to Ishar’s lips with a faint smack.

“Stay still.”

“Yes, understood.”

He adjusted his position once more and brought his entrance back to the tip, attempting to take it in.

“Hhngh…”

The pressure from below made it hard to breathe for a moment—but this time, he managed to swallow the tip.

Seizing that momentum, Ishar lowered his hips more assertively, taking Veloan deeper inside him. As the shaft pressed against his inner walls and filled his lower abdomen, a cold sweat broke out from the overwhelming pressure.

“Huuh… haah…”

Perhaps it was because, among all the positions they’d tried before, this one allowed the deepest entry.

He couldn’t even guess how much of Veloan he had taken in. The sheer presence inside him was so overwhelming that he couldn’t lower his hips any further, caught in place and trying to steady his breathing.

Veloan’s hand gently cupped Ishar’s cheek. As if telling him he was doing well, his gaze overflowed with affection—and Ishar, craving that warmth, nuzzled into the large palm like a child seeking comfort.

“Push a little more, Ishar.”

“…There’s still more?”

Veloan took one of Ishar’s hands, which had been resting on his chest, and guided it downwards himself.

Unthinking, Ishar followed the motion of Veloan’s guiding hand—but flinched the moment he felt the sensation at their point of connection.

The entrance was stretched so wide that the skin felt taut and unfamiliar to the touch. It was strange—almost frightening. That he hadn’t torn, despite being opened this much, made him marvel anew at the resilience of the human body. Hesitating, he let his fingers trace the junction.

As his fingertips followed the connection down the base of the thick shaft still outside him, he realized just how much remained—and the confidence he’d held until now evaporated.

“…What if I just—pull out—haahng!”

It happened in an instant. Before he could react, Veloan’s hands gripped his hips tightly—and pulled him down in one swift motion.

Completely unguarded, Ishar was impaled in one breathless plunge. His eyes flew wide open as he trembled, unable to even breathe.

“Ah… ah…”

He couldn’t think. Veloan’s member had forced its way deep inside, bearing the weight of Ishar’s entire body, and struck his most sensitive spot with merciless precision. The sharp, overwhelming pleasure ripped through him, scattering any shred of reason.

“Ishar.”

Just from the insertion alone, Ishar had reached climax. Still trembling all over from the lingering waves of it, he could only quiver as Veloan looked at him—his lips curled in a sweet, indulgent smile.