Chapter 91: The Little Bud is Awakening (18+ Ugo x Moon)

Ugo only hummed and switched to the nipple, biting down enough to make Moon’s hips jerk up.

Their cocks rubbed through the trousers.

The friction burned Moon raw.

Ugo’s hand slid down, yanked the last barriers away, and spread one of Moon’s thighs around him.

Cool night air hit his bare skin for a second before heat replaced it.

Ugo’s palm wrapped around both of their lengths at once, thick and already leaking from his touch.

"Hiss..." Moon shuddered.

Ugo stroked once, slow and punishing, his green eyes locked onto Moon’s blue.

"Want it harder?" he murmured.

Moon’s hips jerked up into the grip.

"Shut up—ah—"

"What?"

"Don’t—"

"Don’t what?"

"You know."

"I don’t know."

"I will kill..."

Ugo cut Moon off with another hard kiss, his teeth nipping Moon’s lower lip.

He pulled back just enough to speak against his mouth.

"Say what you want."

Moon glared at him with teary eyes, but these tears were not from grievance.

That he knew.

That Ugo knew.

So his hand moved up, tracing Moon’s red-rimmed eyes, and placed a kiss on his eyelashes.

Ugo’s hand slid down again; he wrapped Moon’s thigh around him.

His palm stroked down to Moon’s waist as he pinched the line softly.

Moon’s breath stuttered.

"Harder," he blurted out.

Ugo’s eyes darkened into a deep green. He pressed his thumb on the soft flesh, then moved to the junction.

His fingers squeezed around Moon’s cock, his thumb swiping over the leaking head until wet sounds filled the quiet room.

"Sluuurp..."

Ugo leaned down and took Moon’s lips into his mouth.

"Uhng...!"

Ugo’s mouth left Moon’s with a wet pop, leaving a string of saliva in its trail. He chuckled as he leaned down again and licked the saliva away.

He dragged his tongue lower, slowly and deliberately, tracing the lines on Moon’s chest until he was between Moon’s thighs.

"Spread a little more," he whispered, but he didn’t wait.

He kissed the tip lightly.

Moon’s whole body shivered. He hugged Ugo tightly, moving his hips up like he wanted more.

"Uhng...!"

The wet kiss on Moon’s tips swallowed him entirely.

Ugo’s tongue pressed flat along the underside. His tongue worked around the tip.

He pinned Moon’s hip flat to the bed with one hand so he couldn’t thrust.

His vein was pulsing under his skin.

Moon’s hand tangled in Ugo’s hair and pressed down.

"Don’t... stop..."

Ugo’s laughter was muffled around Moon’s length.

"Hiss. Don’t bite."

Ugo didn’t answer.

He couldn’t.

His mouth was filled with a sweetness he was eager to devour.

He bobbed harder, faster, as the wet noises got louder.

Every time he pulled off, a thin string of spit connected his lips to the flushed head. Then he dove back down with a filthy sound.

Moon’s thighs shook.

"I’m—close—"

Ugo sped up. He licked once, then slurped harder.

He sucked and licked little Moon until Moon gasped for air and shot in his mouth.

Ugo licked it clean and lifted his head.

In the dark, Moon looked at that gentle yet aggressive face, and felt nothing else mattered, actually.

Ugo pulled off with a wet pop and crawled up.

"So sweet." His lips curved up.

He kissed Moon hard, sharing the taste, while his hand lined himself up.

"Wait..." Moon mumbled.

"..." Ugo’s cock twitched in protest, but he still refrained from putting it in. He only rubbed once and looked at Moon.

"You can feel it inside me, can’t you? Something different? Like something is invading inside you too?"

Ugo was momentarily speechless. ’Is it time to discuss?’ he thought.

But on the outside, he nodded.

Moon hugged Ugo’s neck and whispered, "I will teach you something. The thing you feel is my essence. You try to guide it inside you."

Moon looked at Ugo expectantly.

If they could do the dual cultivation on both sides, and properly, he could make use of this all lust and work.

Ugo’s eyes flashed in amusement once.

He nodded.

And after thinking a little, he hugged Moon and nibbled on his neck, right where the gland was supposed to be. ℯℯ𝑙.

"Endure a little." Saying that, Ugo bit on the gland.

A stinging pain spread inside Moon’s meridians. He knew what Ugo was trying to do. He was sending his own scent to him.

They both knew they couldn’t mark, and Moon had no scent gland.

But instinct didn’t die.

And Moon had a doubt that he might have a gland, but it was hidden.

After a while, Moon’s body suddenly started to loosen, and he sank deeper into the bed.

His entire body was like it was melting in a strong cedar wood and grassy scent.

Like a refreshing morning dew, it invaded Moon’s dantian.

The outside air also changed.

The air was filled with the fresh scent for a moment.

Moon’s lungs filled with it, and he had a hallucination that the cold room vanished.

For a second, he was lying in a wide grassland under an open sky, a warm wind moving over his bare skin.

"Is that..." Moon mumbled.

"Um. My pheromones." Ugo paused.

Then, as if a little ashamed, he said in a low voice, "It’s not much. We didn’t awaken our wolves. A defective seldom has any scent. But since we last mated, I have a little more that can soothe you."

"Umm... it feels good," Moon confessed without holding back.

The appreciation made Ugo’s body tense up.

Not for fear, but with excitement.

And an unexpected one.

Moon was praising him, right? He just said he felt good.

His vein pulsed again.

A very thin and invisible layer of slimy substance coated his fingers. This was his little trick that no one knew about other than his close ones.

He could summon a plant essence from childhood. His healing power came from that.

Ugo’s fingers, slick with the same essence, pressed against Moon’s tight ring.

"I’m going to open you for good."

Moon’s breath hitched.

His toes curled up.

"No need..." he wanted to say Ugo could enter directly. But Ugo cut him off.

"It will feel good. Let me do it." Ugo said in his husky voice.

Deep and rough.

His one finger slid in.

The essence warmed and softened everything it touched. He pushed in a second finger, scissoring gently, spreading the heat deeper.

"Ngh..." Moon moaned.

Ugo watched Moon’s face and cursed inwardly.

He wanted to fuck this man so much he was going crazy. But he had to pretend to be civilized so as not to scare the man away.

And more importantly, he didn’t want to see that face again after the mating that clearly said, ’We are just using each other.’

He wanted to see something more.

Maybe a little affection. Or maybe the dependence he saw in his illusion.

That little Moon curled in his cocoon and sobbed.

He didn’t want to see him sobbing, though. Not in that same way.

He wanted to see Moon sob in ecstasy, in unbearable pleasure, and sob in a moan, calling his name.

"Mooney, call my name," he grumbled and thrust his finger deeper. His third finger followed the other two.

Moon let out a soft groan.

"Don’t mess... Ugh!"