Jibran slowly turned back, and cast a questioning look at Seraing’s face. He seemed to be calmer, although, his cheeks and manhood were still very red. The latter was also still hard and stood upwards as if it wanted Seraing’s touch badly.

   Seraing licked his lips, and looked at his own hands. His shirt was still wet where the vine touched him and left its mucus, but the affect of that mucus wasn’t so bad anymore. It was just a tired tickling under his skin. So hypothetically, Jibran should be fine soon too. In fact, he maybe was already fine.

 “So, what do you want me to do, sunshine?” He asked gently, looking back into his azure eyes that were somewhat darker now, as his pupils had dilated for some reason. And then those beautiful eyes slightly turned down, and stared at Seraing’s lips for a little while, before Jibran swallowed.

   Seraing understood it. He changed his position, and knelt between Jibran’s legs, which he was opening for him willingly. Seraing liked this spot; this was the best view of his beloved. Jibran was lying in front of his eyes, purely, openly, not hiding anything from him.

   On the skin on his right arm, coming from the shoulder, and also on his lower leg, there was a brief difference in colour: they were paler than the other parts. He inherently had white skin – he was whiter than Seraing himself – but the history of the limb-loss was still somewhat visible by this difference. In exchange, he didn’t have any scars or uneven muscle masses there. And this sight didn’t bother Seraing at all. Although to be fair, he wasn’t bothered by seeing him without those limbs either.

   Jibran gained a little bit of weight on his stomach, probably for the long period of sitting in his wheelchair, but it wasn’t an excessive amount – and he wasn’t so muscled to begin with. He still had a thin body, and when he was lying, that stomach-bump also disappeared. And he looked at him with that face again: he was clearly thirsty for Seraing’s touch – who would be able to resist? But Jibran also seemed to be embarrassed for showing those desires. He was always like this, trying to bite back his moans until his body pushed him to scream loudly under Seraing.

   Seraing slowly glanced over the fine figure, as he was gently caressing the inside part of Jibran’s thighs. From his little belly bump to his shy nipples; from his spreading, soft legs to his arching, slim neck, Seraing loved every single millimetre of his body, and he liked very much to look at him from this angle.

   This time though… this time he was a bit different. Jibran couldn’t suppress his voice, and panted loudly, especially when Seraing touched the sweet spots on his inner thighs.

   The doctor’s fists clenched on the quilt, and tensed. This indicated that the extreme sensitivity from the mucus was still there, so Seraing went for it slowly. At first, he just touched him with his fingertips, and Jibran’s whole body writhed, arched backwards, and a deep, grunting moan escaped from his throat; his hip already thrust towards Seraing’s fingers and the head of his penis got shiny from the pre-juice.

 “S… Seraing…”

   He started to beat him with very loose and slow movements, before he leaned down, supporting himself on his elbows to get closer to Jibran with his lips. He observed the jerking member, then the cramping testicles… and looked even below, where his entrance was gaping as well. All of his muscles took the rhythm of Seraing’s movements.

 “Seraing, your hand…” Jibran’s voice suddenly seemed much sharper. Seraing looked up, and he met with a frightened stare; Jibran elbowed, and seemed tenser than he was a few moments before. “Did you wipe your hand?”

Seraing frowned, and he stopped massaging him; he looked at his own fingers.

 “I did.” He said confusedly. “Why? Do you still feel something?”

 “I-It is exactly… the same… the intensity… did you wipe it good…?” He started gasping for air heavily, and fell back to the quilt powerless, hiding his eyes under his arm. “Seraing, I can feel it… it’s restarted again… I can’t…”

 “But I really did wipe it down when I went back to your bag.” He murmured, and felt slightly worried and guilty, despite he didn’t lie. He also didn’t feel anything on his hand anymore, not a single tickling sensation.

Then it occurred to him.

   His clothes were still wet from the mucus… His sleeve… but… the sleeve didn’t touch Jibran, and it was not dripping either. Seraing felt his skin being dry on his fingers.

 “Seraing… Seraing… I’m gonna die.” Jibran repeated almost crying, shaking in his entire body. Seraing really felt bad… he absolutely didn’t mean to worsen his beloved partner’s feelings, and he had no good solution either.

   The most he could do was to pull up his sleeves, and wipe his hands once again. Then… he just continued his work. Jibran screamed, and his body almost tried to escape from Seraing’s touch. But at the same time, it seemed that it wanted more of that feeling as well. Seraing understood it: it was probably painfully sensitive, but his nerves still delivered the enjoyment of the sensation. Seraing tried to be as gentle as he could. He didn’t like to see his silly doctor’s suffering, but the scenery in front of him was… still impeccable. His own member got swollen in his underwear, and he felt hotness on his crotch by just looking at him.

   For a moment, the idea flowed through his mind that maybe he could ride Jibran, since the doctor wanted to penetrate him… but he almost immediately threw that out of the window; Jibran was way too sensitive for that action at the moment.

   So in the end, he did what he initially wanted: kissed the glands of his lover’s arousal. Then he licked it. The pre-juice was sweet and sour at the same time. He curiously licked his lips. It wasn’t bad. He didn’t know what to expect, since this was also his first experience with oral sex, he only saw how they were done in those old porn videos.

 “Seh… Seraing… stop… please don’t… thangh… that… is too much… uhh… oh God, more, again there… no… no, not more, it’s too much, I can’t… Seraing pleah… please… I’m beggihng youh… Ahh… yes, there…”

   The doctor threw his body left and right, his legs were restlessly stroking the quilts, his toes curled up, wrinkling the fabrics under him, as he moved his hip uncontrollably. Seraing tried not to mind the loud screams of Jibran, not as if he was able to close his ears, and not as if his own member didn’t get extremely hard and throbbing from it. But he paid every single drop of his attention to his job. At first, he just played with the hard manhood, licked it from top to bottom, and then backwards, followed it with his fingers, then after two or three rounds he embraced the red tip with his lips; pressing his tongue to that tiny hole, he sucked on it.

   Jibran violently shook under him, screaming, shouting his name multiple times again, continuously crying and begging to stop, then crying and begging to continue. One of his hands found Seraing’s head and tucked it into his hair. He pulled it so hard, that it was painful, but Seraing suppressed his growl, and just took him into his mouth deeper.

   It wasn’t easy with Jibran moving around so much – the fear that he accidentally will scratch him with his teeth was quite high. And for this was his first, he needed a few adjustments and tries. He never had to relax his muscles inside his throat. He wasn’t very sensitive, but the gag reflex was strong on him now. Keeping his calm and focus, millimetre by millimetre he swallowed deeper, pulling out and pushing back, until he figured out how to get over those sensations.

   Then Jibran unwillingly and instinctively thrust into him. Seraing endured it without making a sound, and closed his eyes, letting the doctor’s entire length sink in before he drew back his head. Then once again he bent down.

   It wasn’t the best feeling at first, but after some time, Seraing managed to take it without feeling uncomfortable.

   Jibran’s hip was moving very fast, Seraing felt how his muscles were trembling and cramping, he knew already that Jibran will come. There was a moment when his momentum got a consistently fast pace and his arousal became stone-hard right before his ejaculation.

   His pleasure-fluid sprayed out of him multiple times, filling Seraing’s mouth and even dripping out of the corner of his lips. He only concentrated on holding him in until the last jerk of his tensed body, before he collapsed on the quilts.

   Jibran heaved loudly with a hoarse voice, but he lost all of his power. He was covered with a layer of sweat. When Seraing straightened his back, and sat on his heels, swallowing the fluids in his mouth, he looked through his pleasured figure. Jibran’s legs tilted in different directions, his fists didn’t clench anymore and his face was free from wrinkles, grimaces and pain. He closed his eyes, tilting his head sideways as well. His hair stuck onto his shiny, wet forehead. His cheeks were still red.

   He was beautiful and mouth-watering. Despite that Seraing just finished him off, he wanted to kiss him again, and make him come once more in this way… his own hard arousal liked the idea, especially being trapped under his clothes. But he just calmed his breath, and ignored it, still licking his lips.

   As Jibran’s breath evened, Seraing began caressing the crossed legs around him. Now that he actually had time to listen to his feelings, he did recognise some sensitiveness on his lips. This mucus was really sticky and infectious. Even if it was just a tiny drop or touch from his wet shirt, it went on Jibran’s body and carried over Seraing’s lips as well. But it wasn’t too bad. So now the doctor should feel better.

   His sunshine opened his eyes soon, and lazily turned his head to look at him. Seraing smiled, and bent over him immediately to kiss him. His tongue still contained the taste of that semen, and Jibran probably noticed it, because his kiss was much more uncertain than before.

   Then, Seraing just pressed their forehead together, elbowing at the sides of his head, and tucked into the damped hair gently.

Jibran cleared his throat.

 “Have you really swallowed it?”

 “Is that a problem?” Seraing asked back, still somewhat raspily. There was a tiny tightness on his vocals as he spoke. Actually, his throat was sore.

 “Mn… no,” Jibran muttered, and his hands began to wander on Seraing’s chest. “It’s just… You know… When I first met you… you were so innocent at that time. I would never guess you can be like this.”

 “By the “like this” you mean that I’m just as much of a pervert as you?” Seraing asked casually, but Jibran’s nails suddenly dug into his skin. When Seraing hissed, and looked at his face, he saw the angry sparks in the azure eyes.

 “Yes, exactly.” Jibran spat it out with a sharp tone. “You’re a damn pervert, even bigger than me!”

 “I see. I’ll take it. I wouldn’t be able to satisfy you otherwise. I’m glad I’m fitting to you.” Seraing however sounded joyful, for he was enjoying himself. Jibran always tried to fight back, when he felt offended, so Seraing didn’t take it to heart. This was also the best way to make Jibran calm down; not only admitted that the doctor was right, but even brought up something positive in it.

So naturally, Jibran relaxed immediately.

 “Do you remember when we first met?”

 “You mean, apart from me seeing you from afar?” Seraing asked back, and he had to search in his memories for a moment. “When I was appointed to be the Colonel’s helper, right? It was on my graduation day. On my first day of being a full-fledged Judge, right away I was chosen by him… I thought I was going to die by the sheer pressure of this nomination. I remember you came up to me, and you expressed your condolences for having the Colonel as my direct superior.”

 “Tsk, no. Now you disappointed me.” The doctor did seem annoyed. Seraing frowned.

 “Have you said something else?”

 “No.” His beloved person raised his voice. “So you don’t remember. Pff. So much for being the “superstar” of the Eden.”

   Seraing really did not remember, and he was just as disappointed in himself too. But more like stunned. He never had problems with his memories, but… well, it was also a long time ago. He did forget some things from his teenage years, obviously.

 “So it was in the Eden?” He asked, trying to appease Jibran. “Have I actually talked to you?”

   Jibran sighed shallowly and dramatically, and cast such a look at him, as if he was his teacher, and Seraing didn’t answer his question rightfully.

 “When we graduated from the Eden with Lu Feng. The teacher held a party to celebrate our graduation. There were not enough chairs at our table. Some kids started to argue. While they were shouting at each other, you just appeared behind us, and brought a new chair to us. I thanked it for you, because no one else was paying attention to your kindness.”

   Seraing was amused listening to Jibran’s explanation. Now that he mentioned it he vaguely recalled some memories of that day. He mostly remembered the nervousness. His class was appointed to be the organizers of the celebration.

 “I was too busy to do my job right.” Seraing laughed quietly. “I think I didn’t even recognise you at that point. I just wanted everything to be okay. I wanted those extra points for my diligence… oh yeah… Now, you said it, I was looking at the Colonel a lot. I wanted to make sure that he had everything he needed. My mind was very distracted and torn between these things. I was just a kid.”

 “Tsk.” Jibran clicked with his tongue again. “Colonel this, Colonel that, you really loved Lu Feng, didn’t you? I’m surprised you didn’t fall for him.”

Seraing felt his face getting a bit warmer.

 “I think he was my first crush.” He admitted it, which for Jibran’s eyes widened, and he looked dumbfounded, as he stared at him. Seraing laughed in his embarrassment. “It was a platonic crush… I liked him as an idol. It was not a sexual or romantic crush. Have you never crushed on him? You were together a lot in those days.”

 “I knew his personality, so even if I was crushing on him, the feeling would die out faster than the light can travel.”

   Seraing smiled at this sarcastic snoring, but he also understood. Not many people could endure the Colonel.

 “Then did you have another crush? Who was your very first one? It doesn’t have to be romantic… if you had any, of course. ” He asked curiously, and with the purpose to show Jibran, that these things don’t matter anymore, because they all went through it. His love’s face relaxed, but then suddenly got red again, and he looked away; this time he was the one who laughed forcibly in his shyness.

 “Well… I had one.” For a few moments, he silenced, then hesitantly blurted out: “It was Madam Lu… Lu Feng’s mother. She had a nice body… and of course, she was very intelligent and kind too. But khm… well… I was a boy, after all. I crushed on her for her physical attributes first… Or maybe for second… I really can’t tell. I admired her since I was a kid. I don’t know, from when I can count her as my crush. Of course, just platonic… I would’ve never tell this to her, or anyone, for that matter.”

   Seraing’s eyebrows rose. He knew Madam Lu a little bit, for he was played messenger between her and her subordinates and the Colonel, or when she caught him at the Lighthouse or in the Garden of Eden… But he never really spoke with her more than it was necessary, or knew much about her – nothing personal at least.

 “So you like curved women?” He asked after some thinking. “I’m surprised you like women. Then how come that you didn’t even take a look at them at the Institute?”

 “It’s not like I can’t see them in the future,” Jibran murmured, but turned his gaze down, so his eyelashes covered his beautiful eyes. “You were just more interesting. Did you like them?”

 “They are pretty.” Seraing admitted, and before Jibran could press his lips together, he continued. “But none of them were truly my type. I don’t really have a type in women either way. It was always taboo to think or talk about them, and I just never was interested in them. Oh, right… By the way… before I left, the Admiral said something to me, which caught me off guard. It seems like there was a rumour going on, that I was the Colonel’s lover. Did you hear anything about this back then? Was I the only one unaware of it?”

   Jibran opened his mouth; now he seemed even more shocked than before, and just blinked at him with a blank expression for a while.

 “Tsk… mh… tsk. Tsk.” He seemed so very upset, he couldn’t even talk, just clicked his tongue again and again. He breathed shallowly. “Colonels, Admirals… what nice candidates for the position of your spouse. Hah. Of course. No one would think you would take a look at someone like me, a mere scientist.

 “A mere scientist, who is second to best in the world?” Seraing calmly stated, and gave a breeze of a kiss onto those pouting lips. “And I only say second, because we both respect Mr Jones that much to give him the first place.”

 “You’re speaking nonsense. Such a gentleman. You know, I’m not stupid. I’m aware of my lack of success and brightness. I’m not second, and not even third…” Jibran murmured. “You just don’t know the others.”

 “If I never heard of their success that already means, they’re not better than you. Please, enlighten me, who is better than you?” Seraing rested his face in his palm, as he was still holding himself above his beloved doctor, who clearly had no sensitivity issues anymore. Seraing was pressing down at him very closely.

 “Well, for starters there is Dr Chen, who led the Magnetic Field Center, and all the research on the magnetic pole…”

 “I know Dr Chen, he still leads the Magnetic Field Center.” Seraing pinned his comment in. “I adore him, since the night he let me call you on the emergency line. But – not to disrespect him – even though he led that team, it was Mr Jones, who solved the problem of the magnetic fields.”

 “That… that’s not Dr Chen’s fault.”

 “No, I didn’t say it was his fault, but it doesn’t prove that he is above you, right?” Seraing asked, and he saw how he got Jibran thinking for a second, he saw the slight blush and the spark in his dilating pupil, as he really – really – tried not to get flattered, and believe Seraing’s compliments.

 “No. That’s not it. I can’t say such things about him… our work is too different anyway. We had different professions. It’s unfair and disrespectful if you want to compare us. He didn’t do less for humanity than I did. Please, don’t be like this. No one’s work should be disrespected this way. He might have not done such significant steps as Mr Pauli, but he still worked hard. I think you’re just blind and biased now, which is kind of you, but I don’t want to feel superior to them.”

Seraing laughed.

 “I want to deny the biased-thing, but I can’t. Alright, then let me say it this way. “He leaned closer to his partner’s face, tilting their forehead to each other again, and looked deeply into his eyes. “For me, you are the best scientist in the world. I’m proud of you, and I’m not ashamed to tell the world that you’re my spouse, not any colonels or admirals. If you don’t want to be secretive anymore, then just let’s announce our relationship, and you don’t have to hear those rumours anymore.”

   He finally broke the already not-that-strong resistance of Jibran, his full face flushed with redness, and his eyes were so shiny, as if he was about to cry. He couldn’t even answer suddenly, so Seraing just ascended into the previous situation, sitting on his heels between his spouse’s legs.

 “If you feel better, should we go now?”

   For his question, however, Jibran frowned, and his gaze wandered down to Seraing’s body. He looked at him for a long few seconds. Seraing started to feel hot again by that look; he was staring at his crotch, of course.

 “Don’t you want me to help you out before? Maybe we could go back to that vine, and…”

 “I’m fine, sunshine,” Seraing said, and stood up. The doctor immediately got up into a sitting position as well.

 “Wait, that’s it?” His voice was somewhat louder. Seraing stopped in his movements, and observed the slightly dumbfounded yet angry face. “Are you really rejecting me again?”

 “I’m not.” Seraing assured him calmly, but he had a bit of joy doing this. “I just really want to drive more today. We will stop in the evening anyway. I can wait until that time, so you can take your time on me, or in me, or whatever you want.”

 “That… that’s a bit… You are mean.” There it came the conclusion, which was quite unexpected, even from the doctor. Seraing tilted his head sideways, and tried to crack the code.

 “I’m not mean to you.” He opposed the idea, since he really didn’t know what he had done this time.

 “You are. Don’t lie.”

 “I never lie to you either.”

 “You ARE mean to me… sometimes.”

 “I…” Seraing deeply sighed after a few moments of thinking. He thought he explained his thoughts well, but the doctor wasn’t rushing to explain his feelings. He didn’t seem very offended, rather briefly irritated with something. So Seraing, after some more thinking, continued. “Well, you asked for it. I’m just doing what you wanted.”

   This was enough for Jibran to raise his eyebrows; he clearly didn’t understand him, but Seraing saw the spark of curiosity in his pupils.

 “I’ve never asked for such a thing.”

 “You did,” Seraing said calmly. He couldn’t help, but smile and then that smile turned into a grin, as he remembered that plea. “You even scolded me for not being manlier with you. That I’m too lenient with you. I guess I’m just such a complaisant husband that you needed to ask me not to be.”

   Jibran’s expression slowly started to change, from his curious and doubtful yet sarcastic look to an uncertain, almost terrified gaze. He even seemed to be pale, his jaw dropped slightly too.

 “Uh… whe… when did I ask this? Can you elaborate?”

But Seraing just decided to put an end to this conversation, for it was elongated already.

   “I’m going to drive now; you can stay here and rest, sunshine,” Seraing said gently, smiling, satisfied with the situation, and just left the doctor there, walking up to the driver’s cabin. Jibran was looking at him now completely frightened.

 “Was it when I was drunk?” Of course, Jibran didn’t let it slide; after he picked up his lab coat, which he was still wearing out here – despite how much he got stuck with it on branches and bushes – he came up to him. Seraing already seated himself in the driver’s seat, and started the engine. “I was drunk, Seraing! Don’t take me seriously when I’m not even in my right mind!”

 “You were more honest, than I ever heard you,” Seraing stated, and didn’t pay much attention to his doctor anymore; his eyes were on the road. The vehicle jolted once, jolted twice, and then started to go slowly and smoothly. “Be careful. Sit back, sunshine.”

 “What else had I said?” He ignored his advice. “What exactly did I tell you that day? Seraing…. Seraing, answer me. Are you deaf?”

He just smiled, and didn’t say a word. 

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