The comfortable and soft scent that the idiot with severed fingers probably never properly experienced, a scent so subtle that it was difficult to detect unless one tried their hardest to sense it, was now embracing him. It wanted him.
Assad became aroused again by that subtle and soft pheromone scent. His blood boiled as it had during his heat cycle. Cayden’s body was also hot like his own.
And like a lie, another path opened at the deepest point. As if entranced, Assad pushed his dick inside, just like during his last heat cycle.
“Ah, ugh… hng…”
Moans mixed with crying sounds leaked out continuously, matching Assad’s movements. Pleasure that could no longer be hidden swept through Cayden’s entire body.
“Your Highness…”
“Yes, Cayden.”
“P-please let go of my hands.”
Assad kissed Cayden’s cheek once more. Then he willingly granted Cayden’s request.
Cayden’s hands wandered over the bedsheet for a moment. He was hesitating about something. But eventually, Cayden embraced Assad. His hands touched Assad’s back, then left, then touched again. A strange solemnity could be felt from Cayden who finally tightly embraced Assad.
Assad’s mind turned completely white.
That absurd solemnity that Cayden showed felt so tender. He was happy with the weight of the man depending on him. Assad felt like he was going crazy with confusion from emotions he had never experienced before.
But soon he found himself smiling again. Cayden’s gradually intensifying pheromones clung to him, and he liked it, and for such a simple reason, his eyes curved into a smile.
It felt good. Deathly good.
Feeling an intense urge to climax, Assad pushed himself inside, deeper inside that had opened for him. He reached the furthest end he could go.
And there, he released. He poured everything into that place that had no intention of letting him go.
“…”
The sounds of breathing and rain intertwined. In the silence that had come after such a long time, the two remained embracing each other for quite a while. Though Assad’s mind was actually noisy. No knotting, Assad repeated to himself several times.
“…Ah.”
Cayden, who had been looking dazed, regained light in his eyes. He sighed briefly. It was because he felt Assad’s dick, still lodged inside him, hardening again.
Assad kissed Cayden again.
The night would continue until they reached countless climaxes, until the intimate part releasing fluid couldn’t close properly. Assad sensed this.
* * *
Cayden barely opened his eyes in Assad’s arms, which held him tightly.
It was a rainy morning, with rain still pouring down.
Cayden, who had been blinking to regain his senses, belatedly raised his gaze. He was surprisingly unable to put strength into his body. Still, he had enough energy left to lift his head.
Assad was sound asleep. His sleeping face was absurdly beautiful.
Cayden couldn’t help but smile, thinking that the handsome face that usually felt as intense as a jewel with five colors now looked as pure as a flower while sleeping. It felt like discovering one of Assad’s secrets.
Had he ever lain quietly like this, looking at Assad’s face, his beautiful face that shone even on a cloudy morning?
Cayden hastily searched his memories. All that came to mind was the anxiety he had felt while leaving Assad’s bedroom at dawn, when the shadows of night had not yet faded.
He had shared the same bed several times, serving as a cool doll to be embraced. But he had never woken up before Assad. So…
This was the first time he was quietly observing Assad’s sleeping face.
“…”
It felt good. He couldn’t help but wish time would slow down.
At the same time, Cayden felt an inevitable regret. He regretted that the time he could look at such a clear face wasn’t eternal.
The time left for him was both long and short. What if, during that time, a moment like this never came again? Such thoughts made him feel even more regretful.
‘…I should steal as many glances as I can today.’
That’s what Cayden thought. Anyway, he was unable to move as if chained. Cayden didn’t know how to escape Assad’s embrace. He believed he had no choice but to wait for the awakened Assad to release him.
Still, he hoped Assad wouldn’t wake up too late. He wanted to tidy up the messy bedroom a bit before the servants knocked on the door.
The clothing rolling on the floor, the golden ornaments glittering, the soiled bedding… all the small tools and strange magical devices that Assad had cursed at, all of it bothered him. He worried needlessly, even though he knew no one working in the separate palace would care about the traces of passion left by the Crown Prince.
He had spent the night with Assad, who had fumed while spreading contraceptive devices on the bed. They had mixed bodies even though Assad wasn’t in heat. It was right after receiving adult-like nagging about health from Assad, who was younger than him.
It was a night without any romance in many ways.
But throughout the previous night, Cayden had felt his heart fluttering with ticklish love.
Cayden was a person numb to pain. He was someone who had long watched as new pain and blood spread over barely sutured wounds. He was someone who had chosen to become numb because there was no way to block the incoming pain.
Cayden couldn’t fully understand the concern Assad expressed to him. Assad acted peculiarly, as if he believed that Cayden taking heat cycle suppressants would contribute to the destruction of the world. He seemed to view suppressants as something akin to evil monsters.
Assad has a lot of concern for others’ health, to the point where it seems somewhat unusual, Cayden came to think.
But… he liked Assad’s worry.
He was neither a person who could dream of a future with Assad nor someone who would bear his child. Yet Assad wished for him not to be hurt. That made him happy.
Cayden traced Assad’s face with his eyes.
He looked at the platinum hair that took on a more gentle color having absorbed the faint light obscured by dark clouds, the long eyelashes, the thick eyebrows. He imprinted the moment in his eyes, hoping this beautiful scenery would not fade and remain in his mind for a long time.
And.
“…”
Cayden carefully kissed Assad’s lips. It was a momentary kiss where their lips barely touched and separated.
Fearing that the sound of his loudly beating heart might leak out, Cayden quickly covered his mouth. Before Assad could discover his kiss, before he could discover the feelings he harbored for him, he hid behind fingers marked with many scars.
A silent smile appeared on Cayden’s lips.
He was happy.
Not even knowing what happiness was. That’s what Cayden thought.
But surely happiness would be no different from the peace spread over Assad’s soundly sleeping face. It was certainly no different from the silence within this warm embrace.
Now. The color of this moment… must surely be the same color as happiness, Cayden believed.
* * *
The rainy season, which had seemed like it would last forever, was now approaching its end.
The heavy downpour, which had been pouring fiercely, also began to subside on the ninth day of the rainy season. As the dark clouds cleared suddenly and the sun rose as if it were a lie, the rain even disappeared completely.
Cayden thought the short rainy season had ended. But Lihet, who had visited the Crown Prince consort’s bedroom with snacks, thought differently.
“Hmm, it’s still too early.”
Lihet told Cayden, who sensed the end of the rainy season. She also shook her head slowly.
“You can think of it as the god’s prank. This bright sunshine is just temporary. The rain will pour again. Until exactly the tenth day.”
Holding a cookie in her hand, having yielded to Cayden’s persistence that she share what she had brought, Lihet added advice.
“If you go outside, happy that the rain has stopped, you’ll end up soaking wet. Don’t be deceived by that sun. It’s best to stay indoors until the rainy season completely ends.”
It was a warning mixed with laughter.
Busy Lihet did not stay long in the bedroom. After seeing Lihet off, Cayden turned and headed to the balcony.
Cayden stood quietly on the tiles that had not yet dried. He looked down at the scenery of the separate palace where the rain had stopped. He felt the green vitality surrounding the garden of light in the middle of the separate palace with his eyes and nose, and with his ears, he eavesdropped on the chirping of birds. Even the wind touching his cheeks was cool, making him smile.
‘Would Assad… be looking outside too?’
Such an embarrassing curiosity also came to mind.
He couldn’t leisurely savor the peace that had arrived in place of the departed rainy season. It was because the sounds of large dogs barking reached the second-floor balcony.
The owners of the resonant voices were San and Ran, the dogs of Princess Mat who was temporarily away. They were now familiar visitors whose blank faces immediately came to mind at the mere sound of dogs barking.
The dogs, who had visited the separate palace almost daily before the rainy season, seemed to have quickly set foot in the garden, taking advantage of the gap when the rain had stopped after a long time.
‘Can I go meet those kids?’
Looking up at the brilliantly clear sky, Cayden pondered. As Lihet had said, if his luck was bad, he might get drenched in rain. Cayden knew very well that his luck tended to be poor. That made him hesitate more.
‘Still…’
Cayden, who had been needlessly stroking his right cheek with his hand, turned around. He was making promises to himself to just see the dogs’ faces and return before the rain came.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
