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Shuten’s lips trailed over his bare skin. Lying on his back, Ibaraki trembled.
The too-light touches ran from his neck to his chest, kisses so subtle Ibaraki wondered if they were even real, or just a dream. He felt them on his nipples, then on the curves of his upper stomach, and as they slowly descended Ibaraki breathed hard with anticipation, the tip of his fully hard cock smearing precum on Shuten’s chest. He couldn’t wait to feel those soft lips on his length…
“Ibaraki,” Shuten whispered, lips brushing against his skin just under his navel. “Look at me.”
Ibaraki’s eyes blinked open slowly, and it took them a moment to focus. He ran out of breath when he saw Shuten between his legs, his gaze locked on Ibaraki’s face.
“Your eyes are beautiful,” Shuten murmured, and moved lower, his lips hanging just above the head of Ibaraki’s dick. Ibaraki felt his breathing, shallow and hot. “Don’t close them. Keep looking at me.”
Without breaking eye contact, Shuten flicked his tongue over the tip of Ibaraki’s cock.
Ibaraki moaned, feeling the urge to close his eyes and throw his head back, but he used all his willpower to keep his gaze on Shuten, just as he had asked. Shuten smiled, his icy violet eyes filled with satisfaction, and in the next moment, still looking directly at Ibaraki, he ran his tongue along the underside of his cock.
The sight was almost enough to make Ibaraki come.
“Keep your eyes open, Ibaraki,” he whispered, and kissed the tip of his cock, going on to brush his lips all around the head. Ibaraki’s vision was turning blurry, yet somehow he still saw Shuten’s sharp eyes clearly.
“You look beautiful like this,” Shuten murmured, his lips brushing Ibaraki’s cock with every syllable. “Eyes half lidded, face flushed… I wonder if you can keep looking at me even as you come.”
I can do anything for you, Ibaraki thought, too dazed to form words. Shuten smiled as if he could somehow read his mind, and in the next moment, took Ibaraki’s cock in his mouth.
Ibaraki moaned, throwing his head back as far as he could while still keep his eyes on Shuten. He could barely see him now, his vision completely blurry, his lids so heavy only a sliver remained for his pupils to peek through.
Shuten pulled away from his cock.
Ibaraki whimpered at the stimulation being suddenly gone, and it was so, so hard to keep his eyes open. Shuten leaned over him, never breaking eye contact, and for a moment he just remained there, watching Ibaraki with the most intent gaze in the world. His face was so close, right above Ibaraki’s own, and his lips glistened with saliva and precum.
“I wanted to be closer to your eyes,” Shuten murmured, licking his lips. “They really are too beautiful.”
Then suddenly Ibaraki felt Shuten’s fingers wrap around his cock, and it was so much he almost closed his eyes.
Shuten stroked him, stroked him while looking right into his face, and then his gaze wandered and traveled all over Ibaraki’s body, taking in every inch of bare skin. Ibaraki wasn’t particularly self-conscious, but Shuten’s gaze was so intense and full of hunger he felt his cheeks flush and his breath grow shallower.
“It’s not only your eyes,” Shuten whispered, watching Ibaraki’s legs tremble, watching precum drip from his cock, watching his chest heave. “Every bit of you is beautiful, Ibaraki.”
Then Shuten’s eyes were on his again, and Ibaraki’s heart was beating so fast it could burst. When Shuten began stroking him faster, Ibaraki had to wrap his arms around Shuten’s neck to remind himself that he had to keep looking into his eyes, into those stunning violet eyes…
Shuten’s gaze was unwavering, watching Ibaraki as he gasped and trembled, whispering about how beautiful he was every time Ibaraki moaned. Ibaraki wished he wasn’t so far gone he couldn’t speak, wished he could tell Shuten that he was the most gorgeous, most perfect being he had ever laid his eyes on, that nothing, nothing in the world could ever compare to him, the unparalleled demon king of Mt. Oe…
The next time Shuten whispered you’re beautiful, Ibaraki came. He arched his back as he released on Shuten’s hand, clinging to Shuten’s neck and doing everything he could to keep his eyes open, even if just a sliver, even if his vision was completely blurry, to keep his eyes open just enough to see Shuten’s face right in front of his own, to see Shuten looking at him as if there was no one else he wanted more in the world.
When Ibaraki’s climax had finally run its course and he was left shuddering and panting, Shuten smiled, kissed him on the cheek, and whispered, “When you tremble with pleasure is when you look the most beautiful, Ibaraki.”