“…It’s fine.”
“…”
“It’s because I like it, I like it so much.”
That’s why I’m like this. While taking in the words Cayden muttered, Assad didn’t forget to examine his bride’s face and body. And soon, he realized that Cayden wasn’t lying to him.
“Did it only go backward?”
Holding his bride’s erect dick in his hand, Assad asked. The heat-filled dick and the low breath of the man holding back his moans were hot. The inside that was squeezing his own dick also tightened more.
Cayden didn’t give an answer easily. Instead, he nodded slightly. His face was as red as Assad’s own.
Assad couldn’t respond at all. It was because he was too happy. It felt like receiving extraordinary praise. His body had pleased Cayden. He was so happy that he had given him a pleasure that wasn’t easy to come by.
“…Your Highness.”
And then, a shallow moan flowed from between Cayden’s lips. At the same time, Assad also noticed the problem that had befallen Cayden, or rather, the one he himself was facing.
His dick, which had already finished ejaculating, hardened again inside Cayden. Assad was perplexed by the behavior of his dick acting independently of his mind. It was absurd.
“It’s fine to do it once more.”
“…”
“I still… haven’t ejaculated…”
Cayden murmured as he placed his hand on top of Assad’s.
The words were stammered out in a stiff tone. But just by hearing his voice, Assad felt like he might climax again. His head, his heart, no, his entire being was getting hot. His throat was dry like someone lost in the desert.
Assad’s lips touched Cayden’s and then moved away. Cayden’s eyes slowly closed as if permitting a longer kiss.
Fully taking in his shy bride with his eyes, Assad pressed his lips against his once more. But this time, he didn’t pull away.
A persistent kiss continued. Cayden’s pheromones, calm like their owner, gently embraced Assad with a heat hotter than before.
* * *
Whirr. Whirr. The bird calls, still sounding strange to him, leaked into the bedroom.
Thanks to the birds perched on the balcony railing, Cayden opened his eyes early. However, he couldn’t easily get up. It was because of Assad who was holding him. He was also tired.
“…”
Suddenly, sunlight poured into the bedroom as if to tease Cayden who had just opened his eyes. It was a dazzling morning.
Cayden reflexively closed his eyes quickly. Momentarily staying in the darkness tinged with redness, he inadvertently recalled the previous night.
It had been a tender and slow night. Due to that tender slowness being accompanied by a certain persistence, he had spent a time that was short yet long, more difficult and embarrassing than before.
Trying to forget the shameful memory with an inner cough, Cayden opened his eyes again. The sunlight no longer felt painful.
Cayden silently looked at Assad. That obvious gaze eventually reached Assad’s necklace. It was the one thing that the person who had taken off and thrown to the floor all accessories except for their shared rings had finally left untouched.
Cayden clearly took in the necklace infused with Mat’s power.
The gem was empty inside, just as when he had first seen it. But last night, it had turned red and emitted a very loud light. It had shown red at the end of each of Assad’s words. It had sparkled countless times.
Recalling the deep embarrassment he had felt just before closing his eyes, and a slight resentment toward the gem, Cayden raised his gaze.
“…”
Cayden stared at Assad with his eyes closed. He was certain that Assad was awake. Assad was someone who responded sensitively to others’ presence, especially his spouse’s. He had become even more so after Cayden became pregnant. Moreover, with the birds making such a racket, there was no way he was still asleep.
Assad was pretending to be asleep. He was doing so for his spouse. Assad… had misunderstood that he liked watching him while he slept. He was giving him time to observe him with his eyes closed.
Such consideration or kindness from Assad felt awkward to Cayden. But he was also grateful.
Having experienced similar situations several times, Cayden had also begun to pretend something like Assad. He chose to remain silent. He pretended not to know that Assad was awake. Whenever this happened, he would gaze to his heart’s content at Assad’s sleeping face, which he had thought he would never see again for the rest of his life.
It should have been the same today. But Cayden made a different choice.
“Even without the Princess’s gem… I believe in Your Highness’s heart.”
Cayden said as he slowly caressed Assad’s cheek.
Mat’s ability, her magic was truly remarkable and wondrous. But even the power she had infused into the gem could be doubted if one was determined to doubt, and could be disbelieved if one chose not to believe. It was just magic that showed light of different colors, not like Assad who could completely transform into another person.
But Cayden chose to believe in the color held by the gem. He didn’t doubt the red day that Assad had created for even a moment. Because he trusted Assad. Because he trusted him who wanted him to look into his heart.
“…Really?”
Assad, who had been pretending not to be awake, slightly opened his eyes and asked. The revealed golden pupils were indeed full of intelligence, unbefitting someone who had just opened their eyes.
“Yes. Since you told me of your love in Pima until now, I have never once doubted Your Highness’s heart.”
Assad didn’t answer Cayden’s soft words.
Instead, Assad smiled. It was a silent smile that gently folded his eyes. A beautiful smile shown only to his bride.
Cayden had before him not the Crown Prince of Helio with a cold and indifferent face that could appear fierce at a glance, but Assad Mekerius.
He liked the fact that only he could see Assad smiling so brightly. Assad, who met his eyes, was unbearably lovely. Freshly, Cayden felt such emotions once again.
There would be no one in this world as lovely as Assad. Cayden thought. Not even the Emperor and Empress, Assad’s parents, would think otherwise.
“Still, I didn’t dislike seeing the gem shine.”
“…”
“That red color… I liked it.”
Cayden’s hand carefully moved away from Assad’s cheek.
The hand followed the necklace’s cord downward. And soon, Cayden’s fingertips touched the gem. Cayden gently grasped the transparent gem that held no color inside.
Perhaps the gem could show more than just Assad’s true heart. Maybe it could also reveal the true heart of another person who came into contact with it.
It was just speculation. Still, Cayden wanted to try something new. Although with some hesitation, he opened his mouth again.
Very carefully, Cayden uttered one sentence.
“I too… love you very much, Assad.”
A brief silence passed between them. And at the end of that silence, the gem turned red. The sincere light spreading from Cayden’s hand enchantingly dyed Assad’s face.
“Cayden. Without honorifics, say it one more time.”
“What?”
“We’re practicing, aren’t we?”
Assad whispered as he swept away the black hair trying to cover Cayden’s eyes. His face was filled with joy. A great joy that could be immediately recognized even without the gem that revealed the truth.
“Assad…”
“…”
“I, no, I… you…”
“Yes.”
“I like you a lot. I really love you…”
Unable to overcome the embarrassment, Cayden once again spoke of love with his eyes tightly closed. Even though his eyes were completely closed, he could feel the gem he was holding scattering red light everywhere.
But soon Cayden’s world turned black. Because Assad kissed his closed eyelids.
“Thank you. For loving me. For allowing me to love you.”
“I’m the one who’s more thankful…”
The close distance was embarrassing. Cayden murmured, unable to open his eyes.
“No, I’m the one who is, though?”
With a playful laugh, Assad’s hand completely enveloped Cayden’s. Then, as if it were natural, he firmly embraced Cayden’s body too.
In the darkness that wasn’t frightening at all, Cayden laughed along with Assad. It was a morning with a red light that wouldn’t easily fade away.
Side Story 2. Wish
A day when the goddess Tara collects people’s wishes. On the fifteenth day of the Blue Moon, a temple event presided over by the priest was held upstream of the Iaro River. It took place in the fading afternoon, in the brief moment when the sun and moon rose together.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
