#114
Thud-.
The trousers fell to the floor. His fingers snagged on the last remaining undergarment. His breath grew short. Anture’s fingers pulled down the last piece of clothing.
His dark eyes fixed on Enrique’s already hard dick. Enrique licked his dry lips.
“Honey’s already forming.”
Anture said softly. He poked the liquid gathered at the tip of Enrique’s dick with his fingertip. Then, with his finger coated in the viscous liquid, he swirled it around the glans.
“Hmph…”
Enrique let out a soft moan and swayed. Despite it being only a small stimulation, his legs went weak. As if waiting for this moment, Anture lifted Enrique effortlessly, laying him down on the bed as if throwing him. The dark eyes, which had been pretending to be relaxed, were already devoid of patience.
“Hurry, Anture.”
Enrique whispered, reaching down to undo Anture’s trousers. A hotly erect dick appeared from between the loosened trousers. The moment he saw it, with its heavy weight, saliva gathered in his mouth, and a deep ache throbbed within him. He was too impatient to bear it.
Instead of urging Anture again, Enrique wrapped his arms around Anture’s neck and kissed him. He wrapped his legs around Anture’s waist, pulling him close. Their dicks touched.
“Hmph…!”
“Ugh.”
They both let out soft moans almost simultaneously.
Their bodies heated up, a sensation they could both feel. Enrique impatiently moved his hips, rubbing against Anture. Even the light friction of their skin sent shivers through their bodies.
“A-ah…”
As Enrique moaned while rubbing against him, Anture’s breathing grew ragged.
A large hand grasped both their dicks at once. Then it began to rub them roughly. Their two dicks were rubbed together in the large, firm hand. Enrique, his hips tightly braced, trembled his lips. He was close to dying of pleasure from this alone. But still, he craved something more, something stronger.
‘Put it in, Anture.’
Just as that thought reached the back of his throat—
“I want to put it in, Enrique.”
Anture whispered in a hot voice. His dark eyes looked at Enrique, seeking permission. For some reason, his heart felt warm.
“Put it in.”
Enrique boldly demanded. He saw the last vestiges of Anture’s reason shatter. With his legs wrapped around Anture’s waist, Enrique felt Anture’s center touch his. Soon, the dick began to push inside.
“Ah…”
The heavy weight split his body, pushing deeper and deeper inside. His body involuntarily convulsed. Ecstasy surged at the fullness that filled his body.
“More, more, Anture…”
Enrique tightened his legs around Anture’s waist, urging him to go deeper. Anture faithfully fulfilled the request. The slowly but surely entering dick filled him completely, deep inside, and Enrique let out a satisfied moan.
Just the feeling of being filled was enough to send his body into a frenzy. His rear involuntarily tightened around the dick. His hips naturally began to move. He was agonizingly close to the point of pleasure.
“Ask me to move, Enrique.”
Anture demanded with burning eyes. His black eyes were filled with desire. Normally, Enrique would have scoffed, but not now.
“Move, Anture.”
Enrique whispered in a husky voice. The corners of Anture’s eyes crinkled slightly. He gritted his teeth, then showered Enrique with rough kisses as he began to move his hips.
The dick that filled his body slid out and then, with a thud, plunged back in. The tip of the forcefully entering dick hit the spot that had been tantalizingly close, piercing it at once.
“Hk…!”
A gasp escaped his lips. That single thrust alone made his toes curl. But it was only the beginning.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ugh! Hmph!”
Moans erupted repeatedly with Anture’s powerful thrusts. Enrique scratched at Anture’s back and shoulders, writhing in overwhelming pleasure. He felt like he was going insane with pleasure. Yet, he didn’t want it to stop.
“I love you, Enrique. I love you.”
Anture whispered repeatedly, biting his earlobe. His whispers were desperate.
His dick, filling and stirring his entire body, the strong impact of his powerful body, his intoxicating pheromones, and whispers that seemed to melt his body—he was experiencing the peak of pleasure, a height his body and mind couldn’t surpass. Enrique felt the man who was relentlessly exploring him was unbearably lovely. Yes, he loved this man. He had tried not to, but it had happened.
“I love you, Anture.”
Enrique mumbled, almost out of his mind. Anture paused for a moment, then began to move as if he would crush Enrique. The boundary between pain and pleasure blurred. All sensations, all stimulations, became pure pleasure, sweeping over his body and mind. He felt like a small boat tossed helplessly in the middle of a vast ocean. Enrique willingly threw his body and soul into that sea of pleasure.
He didn’t even remember how long they had explored each other.
He climaxed several times without even realizing it. Anture also ejaculated several times deep inside Enrique’s body. Because they had explored each other without a moment’s rest, their bodies were drenched in sweat. They unhesitatingly licked, sucked, and bit each other’s bodies, slick with sweat and bodily fluids. The salty skin, glistening with sweat, was like an aphrodisiac. They endlessly explored, savored, and devoured each other’s existence.
His eyes flickered open. He must have dozed off, or perhaps even fainted.
Darkness had fallen in the room. In that darkness, Anture lay slanted towards Enrique, his dark eyes fixed on him with an intense gaze.
“…Did I fall asleep?”
His voice, which had been filled with moans and groans, was slightly hoarse. A faint smile played on the corners of Anture’s eyes at Enrique’s question. It was unclear whether it was an affirmation or a denial. But Enrique didn’t bother to ask further. Falling asleep or fainting during sex was embarrassing. He didn’t want to know which it was.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
Anture asked. Enrique lowered his eyes to examine the bed. The bed, which should have been a battlefield, was too clean and intact. Come to think of it, his body, which had been drenched in sweat and bodily fluids, felt completely clean.
When he looked up at Anture, he readily explained.
“I thought you’d feel uncomfortable sleeping like that, so I cleaned you up and moved you to my bedroom.”
Only then did Enrique realize that the feel of the bedroom was subtly different. He must have been moved from his bedroom to Anture’s through the connecting door.
“Not hungry?”
Anture put his hand under the sheet and stroked Enrique’s lower abdomen, asking again. As if in answer to Anture’s question, a rumbling sound came from his stomach. Anture chuckled lightly. Enrique awkwardly hid his embarrassment and reached out to pull a cord.
“Did you call?”
Pol entered, his gaze fixed on the floor.
“Prepare a light meal and drinks. And bring me my pajamas.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Pol, after a short reply, went out.
Anture pulled Enrique into his arms. Instead of feeling threatened by being held in his large, strong embrace, a deep sense of satisfaction washed over him. There was nowhere as safe and comfortable as this embrace. Enrique sighed wearily, his arms around Anture’s waist.
“Six years.”
Anture suddenly said. When he looked up at the unexpected words, their eyes met.
“It took six years to win your love.”
Anture said again. His voice was low, but imbued with deep emotion.
“You really loved me since I was a kid?”
“I told you. The moment I saw your portrait, I was completely captivated, and the moment our eyes met, I was completely overwhelmed.”
“What does a kid know about love.”
When Enrique grumbled, Anture chuckled lightly. Then, he playfully stroked Enrique’s hair.
“I just knew. That you would be my destiny, the love of my life. I just knew.”
Many people loved Enrique. Enrique was extremely beautiful and possessed irresistibly alluring pheromones; a superior omega. No man, no alpha, could bear to not love Enrique.
If someone else had said what Anture had just said, Enrique would have scoffed. But it was Anture who said it. Because it was him, his words seeped into Enrique’s heart.
“You’d better keep loving me like that. If you even slightly change, I’ll throw you away without hesitation.”
Enrique playfully pinched Anture’s cheek, threatening him. Anture smiled and brushed his lips against Enrique’s. Even that light touch felt lovely. Yes, he had fallen in love with this man. He had to admit it now.
The playful kiss soon became deep and intense.
“Pol will be back soon.”
Enrique mumbled worriedly, but Anture, ignoring him, climbed on top of Enrique.
‘Well, Pol is perceptive.’
Enrique rationalized his desires and readily embraced Anture. The night was still long. There was plenty of time to enjoy it.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
