Chapter 2 【02】The Pain and Pleasure of the First Mark

"Haah, ah..." As he panted, his body arched back slightly, his waist seeming to lift off the seatback, nails digging desperately into the cushion.

Alexander wasn''t in a hurry to continue. Instead, he lowered his body, kissing him forcefully while slowly stroking the already aching cock. His movements were slow and deliberate, each press of his thumb feeling like it was testing limits.

"Why are you so sensitive here?" He whispered against Lucas''s ear between kisses, tone both fond and teasing. "Just a touch here and you can''t hold back?"

Lucas blushed, his voice reduced to fragmented sobs. His body convulsed in waves, his knees trying to come together but being held apart, left helpless under the ministrations.

"Ah... bad..." The voice was soft and thin, laced with tears and a hint of reproach.

The next second, Alexander increased his pace, thumb forcefully swiping over the sensitive tip. Lucas''s entire body reflexively tensed, his waist trembling uncontrollably. His legs drew in, cock jumping as semen spurted out all at once onto the palm and lower abdomen.

"Mmm, ahhh—" His head fell back, every nerve in his body trembling, thighs shaking incessantly. Sweat slid down his chest, his breathing chaotic.

Alexander''s eyes were full of smugness. He kissed Lucas''s trembling lips. "So good, coming so fast already? Still got any strength left?"

Before he even finished speaking, his fingers had moved around to Lucas''s back, pulling his pants and underwear down to his knees.

The cock was still slick with come. The entrance, having just climaxed, contracted slightly, glistening with wetness.

"Lucas, open your legs a bit more." Alexander coaxed in a low voice, also unfastening his own trousers. His cock was already standing tall, a clear bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

He didn''t immediately proceed as Lucas expected. Those two pale, long legs were parted even wider, knees pressed to the sides, completely exposing that secret and shameful place to the air inside the car.

"Alex...?" Lucas looked at him blankly, eyes soft and wet.

Alexander didn''t speak, just leaned down, his hot breath fanning over the most sensitive skin on Lucas''s inner thighs, eliciting a fine shiver. Then, he extended his tongue, starting from the hollow behind the knee, tracing up the tense muscle lines of the inner thigh with deliberate pressure.

"Ah... mmm... don''t... don''t lick there..."

Lucas squirmed, trying to clamp his thighs together, but Alexander held him firmly. That tongue seemed magical, targeting all his ticklish and sensitive spots, finally coming to rest near that entrance that was still faintly contracting, lightly tracing circles.