#65
“Do you remember, Enrique? The moment we first met.”
Anture suddenly asked.
“I remember.”
Enrique replied softly.
“I remember too. The voices that were presenting your ransom in the audience chamber and the face of your grieving father. Amidst all that, you burst through the door, fully aware of the situation inside, yet not a single tremor showed on your face. And when the auction began, you spoke with a dignity and grace befitting royalty. I was completely overwhelmed by your proud and arrogant gaze. In that moment, I realized. I would live my life bound to your eyes. I had already accepted that it was you, and no one else, who was my destiny.”
It was Anture’s fervent confession, a song of love. Enrique tightened his grip on Anture’s arm. Listening to his passionate confession while embraced in this solid hold made his mind go hazy.
“I love you, Enrique. I love you. Are you listening? I love you.”
Anture whispered repeatedly, as if hammering a nail. Every time he whispered his love, Enrique’s eyelashes trembled. His heart felt like it was shaking too.
Enrique gently released his grip on Anture’s arm. Then he turned his body, wrapped his arms around Anture’s neck, and suddenly kissed him.
“Enrique?”
Anture let out a startled sound at the desperate, reckless kiss.
“Let’s have sex, us.”
Enrique bit Anture’s lips and said. Then he whispered.
“Hold me, Anture.”
*
Anture, who had suddenly embraced Enrique, strode into the villa. The attendants, busily tidying up the bedroom, looked surprised.
“Everyone, leave.”
When Anture commanded, the attendants quickly exited the bedroom. In the process, they didn’t forget to close all the curtains tightly.
Before the attendants had even left, Enrique was already unbuttoning Anture’s shirt. However, he lacked the patience to undo all the small buttons. In the end, he tried to rip them off with both hands, but it was difficult in his relaxed state.
“Easy… calm down. Enrique.”
Anture patted Enrique’s back, who was trying to undress him. But contrary to his words, there was no calmness in his voice either.
After laying Enrique on the bed, Anture almost tore off his own shirt. Enrique also tried to take off his shirt, but the buttons were too tightly fastened. Once Anture had removed his shirt, he climbed onto the bed and tore Enrique’s shirt apart. The pearl buttons flew around the bedroom with a pinging sound.
Enrique hastily reached out and pulled Anture’s neck closer. Now Anture, unable to hold back, urgently showered him with kisses. The two passionately kissed as if they would devour each other, while hastily unfastening their lower garments. The discarded clothes were pushed to the corner of the bed, and as their completely naked bodies intertwined, a satisfied gasp escaped Enrique’s lips.
The two were like beings possessed, eagerly exploring each other. They sucked, licked, and bit each other’s lips, while their hands frantically roamed over each other’s bodies.
“Faster. Hurry, Anture. Hold me tight.”
Enrique whispered insistently, wrapping his legs around Anture’s waist. Their heated arousals pressed against each other.
“Ah….”
Enrique, like a lustful beast, thrust his hips against Anture’s dick. Even though it was just skin rubbing against skin, his whole body tingled.
“Ha… Enrique, don’t do this too much.”
Anture gritted his teeth, trying to control himself. Enrique didn’t like that. He didn’t want any foreplay. He just wanted Anture to fill him completely and thrust his hot dick deep inside him.
Instead of words, Enrique chose action. He reached down and grasped Anture’s robust dick. Then he rubbed the already oozing tip with his thumb.
“Ugh, Enrique.”
Anture’s eyes narrowed.
“Fill me up quickly.”
As Enrique seduced him, Anture could no longer hold back.
The tip of his hard dick touched the entrance. And soon, he began to thrust forcefully inside. The body that was being forcibly opened should have felt pain or discomfort, yet it didn’t at all. Enrique welcomed Anture’s presence filling him up, scratching his shoulders with his nails. And finally, when Anture’s dick was completely buried deep inside him, Enrique twisted his waist and let out a satisfied moan.
Hot, labored breaths escaped his lips. Enrique reached down to feel his lower abdomen, which was heavy and filled. The fact that Anture’s dick was filling him up brought him joy.
“Enrique. Inside you… it feels so good. I think I’m going crazy.”
Anture whispered, almost growling. Enrique couldn’t respond. He just pulled Anture’s neck down and showered him with hot kisses.
Their lips met, and their tongues intertwined lewdly. Breath filled with heat exchanged between them. As Anture began to move his hips, the kisses grew deeper and more lascivious.
“Haah, ah, ah, hmm, mm….”
The moans escaping from Enrique’s lips grew sweeter. Every time Anture’s hot dick thrust and stirred inside him, a thrilling sweetness engulfed his entire body. Enrique, hanging onto Anture’s neck, unconsciously began to move his hips. At first, their movements were out of sync, but soon they matched their rhythm, moving as if they were one body.
Every time Anture’s dick hit the peak spot, Enrique’s whole body trembled. The overwhelming pleasure melted both his body and mind. His head was empty, and his body chased only the pleasure with Anture. From his dick, a milky fluid was already oozing out and dripping down.
“Ha, Enrique. Inside you… you’re sucking me dry. Can you feel it? Ugh.”
Anture murmured, thrusting his hips vigorously.
“More… ugh… give me more, Anture. Come deeper.”
Enrique urged, scratching Anture’s shoulders and back. More, deeper… no, he wished they could just melt together like this.
Anture responded to Enrique’s request, increasing his intensity. With every thrust, Enrique moaned almost to the point of collapse. He didn’t even know when tears of pleasure began to flow. The pleasure was so intense that he felt like he might die. No, an instinctive fear surged within him, as if he might become a fool consumed by this intense pleasure.
Anture’s thrusts grew faster. Enrique, who was accepting him, could no longer keep up with the speed. He just clung desperately to Anture, shaking madly. He could tell that Anture was nearing his climax.
“Anture… fill me up. Fill me completely.”
Enrique murmured, almost out of his mind.
“Damn it, if you say that….”
Anture’s whole body tensed up. With each powerful thrust, it felt like his body might shatter. In a trance, as he shook Enrique, Anture finally plunged deep, very deep, and let out a low moan. Enrique embraced his rock-hard, muscular body with all his strength.
“I love you, Enrique.”
Anture whispered urgently, and his dick soon twitched, pouring hot essence deep inside Enrique. The moment he felt it, the pleasure he thought had peaked soared back up to new heights.
“Haah…!”
As the physical and mental pleasure reached its climax, a thin, milky fluid erupted from Enrique’s dick. He trembled, overwhelmed by pleasure that far exceeded his limits. His vision turned white, and his consciousness flew away to some distant place.
Huff-. Hah-.
The only sense left was hearing, and the two of them were intertwined in heavy breaths. The white flashes of his mind and vision began to flicker, gradually returning to reality. When his eyes focused, he saw Anture’s dark eyes, fully capturing Enrique.
“Why are you looking at me like that….”
Enrique murmured weakly. He felt embarrassed and awkward that Anture had been watching him so closely while he was lost in pleasure.
“Because you’re so beautiful.”
Anture whispered with a smile, his eyes sparkling. Then he gently traced Enrique’s forehead with his long fingers.
“Your silver hair, damp with sweat, sticking together. Your eyes, flushed and moist. Your golden eyes, hazy and dreamy. Your cheeks, flushed with heat. Your lips, swollen and red… everything is so stunningly beautiful.”
Anture murmured as he traced each feature with his fingers. Enrique could feel that Anture was genuinely praising every part of him.
His heart swelled with love for the man before him. Anture was so lovable, it felt like his heart might burst. For some reason, his eyes grew warm. Enrique smiled deliberately, trying to swallow his tears.
“You’re beautiful too. My little groom.”
Enrique playfully pinched Anture’s cheek. Anture chuckled and rubbed his lips against Enrique’s cheek. Enrique buried his fingers in the hair of Anture’s head, who lay with his ear against his chest. The room fell silent, filled only with their breathing and the sound of their hearts.
