“You said you’d make me happy.”
The man, with his hand wrapped around another’s cock, spoke in a calm, almost poetic voice.
“As long as I’m with you, everything’s fine. I’ll make you happy, baby fox.”
On the way home earlier, Kessler had said something similar.
“Was that maybe a short-sighted comment?”
“What are you talking about? I’ve always made you happy.”
Kessler brought the tip of his nose to touch his own against mine.
…That’s right. He always said things like that. And more often than not, when those words came out, he’d soon slide his cock into me.
Even as he fondled my cock, he pressed his body tightly against mine, as if to share his warmth. His lips trailed kisses across every inch his eyes landed on.
It felt good to be tangled up like this. And because it felt good, all that curiosity about holes and such seemed pointless. I’d find out soon enough anyway.
“Kessler, wanna take a bath and play?”
“Together?”
“Yeah.”
He had been nuzzling his cheek against my skin, but now he lifted his gaze and stared straight into my eyes.
“We were outside all day. Just so there’s no misunderstanding—I’m not saying you’re dirty, okay?”
With that, he stood up and headed for the bathroom. Kessler clung to my back like a sticky decal and followed right behind.
“And it’s okay if I keep talking informally like this, right? I’m older than you anyway.”
“Whatever you want. I’m fine with anything.”
The younger one had already dropped honorifics, and I’d been the only one using formal speech. It had been bugging me. I asked out of courtesy, but truthfully, I remembered not complaining even when he casually used informal speech back when he held absolute power as the Castle Lord.
“Give me a little space for a sec.”
“Okay.”
Kessler had glued himself to my back, rubbing his cock against me, which made it hard to move around. And the places he kept brushing up against were… subtly distracting. Actually, more than distracting—they lingered in my awareness.
How could I not notice when a fully grown man was clinging to me naked? It was our first time meeting, and I was the older one, so I was trying to act composed—but still, I kept feeling a tickle down below.
Despite saying “okay” so readily, he wouldn’t let go at all, so filling the tub was taking longer than expected.
“No, just a little more…”
“Nope. How can I back off more than this?”
“You’re so close, I can’t even fill the tub.”
“Should I do it then? Let’s wash each other.”
Still fiddling with my nipple by reaching under my armpit, Kessler cheerfully suggested it as he placed his hand over mine, the one holding the showerhead.
“I know the temperature you like.”
“How would you know?”
“I always bathed you, remember?”
As if to prove it, he carefully tested the water, then locked the temperature in place right at the point I thought was perfect.
It was unexpectedly touching. I turned around to face him properly—but since our bodies were so close, my cock bounced against his thigh. Embarrassed, I instinctively slid a hand between us to form a barrier, but he grabbed it and laced his fingers with mine.
The moment I saw his cock nestling near my navel, I felt it—his pulse. Flustered, I played it off by pretending to be distracted and took the showerhead.
“Is this temperature good for you too?”
“Good?”
“I’m fine. I mean you, are you okay with it?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
He nodded with an innocent expression, so I splashed some water playfully on his face. The way he blinked with his now slightly damp face was cute.
“I told you to move over, didn’t I?”
“Hehe.”
“Huh?”
As I tried pushing him back gently, Kessler suddenly scooped me up and sat me on the bathroom counter beside the sink. The cold marble against my bare skin made goosebumps crawl up.
“I’m hard.”
“Oh… uh…”
I’d already noticed—it had been obvious for a while.
In the game, none of it was real. To survive, anything went, and you acted accordingly. But this was reality.
Even if we’d already done this kind of stuff in the game… was it really okay to do it here?
I mean, is it really okay for me to be staring at this like—
“You’re the one who got me like this. Can’t you take responsibility and help me get off?”
The bluntness of his words made my face burn. His hand, tangled with mine, slowly guided my palm down onto his cock. I could distinctly feel its thick outline and burning heat.
The sensation alone was enough, but under the bright bathroom lights, it all felt even more obscene. Wasn’t this… way too explicit?
My heart pounded harder than ever, and Kessler’s cock stood shamelessly right in front of my face. Well, now that things had gone this far, I carefully lowered my gaze to study what I was holding.
Veins ran prominently beneath the underside of his shaft, oddly grotesque yet satisfyingly hot to the touch. The head was thick and firm, shaped like a proud mushroom—the very definition of a huge cock.
Calm down, I reminded myself; I had one too. This was nothing special—every guy had one. But even as I tried convincing myself, seeing it beside my own smooth, neat little dick only emphasized the enormous difference between us.
Snapping back to reality, I stroked him again, slowly pulling my hand up and down. With each motion, it twitched subtly, changing shape under my touch.
Despite my brazen actions, I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze. Pretending to concentrate on jerking him off, I could clearly feel his eyes boring into me from above.
“Is it fun?”
“……”
“More fun than sculpting pottery?”
“…Why are you bringing up pottery all of a sudden—”
Ah. I suddenly remembered: during the Alpha Test, I had unsuccessfully tried to acquire the Shadow Ceramist profession. And he had access to all my gameplay logs.
“You saw that too?”
“I saw everything about you.”
“…All I remember from then is failing over and over.”
“Well, as long as your hands are good at molding my cock, that’s all that matters.”
“…Don’t tease me.”
My voice came out awkwardly strained, sounding completely unlike my usual tone. While I busied myself with him, he gently lifted a hand to caress my cheek.
“It’s surreal.”
“…What is?”
“That you’re right here in front of me. You should stop now. Wouldn’t want your precious hand to cramp.”
“Huh? But I was in the middle of—”
“Did you get hard just from touching mine?”
He carefully removed my hand from his shaft as if handling something precious, then suddenly grabbed my fully erect cock.
“Wait—”
I flinched, startled by his sudden action, but it was too late. He quickly ducked his head down, taking me fully into his mouth.
Chomp. Suck.
“Ah—”
My legs, dangling in the air, froze instantly from the intense sensation. Kessler skillfully took me in, his mouth wrapping around my balls in one swift motion. Surprisingly, his mouth felt exactly as warm and wet as it had in the game.
His tongue eagerly licked beneath the base of my cock.
“Ahhh… wait—just a sec—”
It felt so intense that I twisted slightly, gripping his head in a gentle attempt to slow him down. However, as if having discovered my weakness, his tongue sped up even more. With his cheeks puffed out and his eyes wide, carefully gauging my reactions, he looked like a squirrel.
“Ahh…”
The sensations were entirely new in reality, utterly overwhelming. My body jerked involuntarily from the intensity.
“I’m gonna…”
I felt the inevitable climax approaching. I pushed at his head, desperate to get free, while Kessler firmly gripped me tighter, sucking more forcefully. It became a tug-of-war between my desire to spare him and his determination to drain me.
I couldn’t possibly come in his mouth during our very first time, could I?
Yet Kessler grabbed my wrists and held them tightly in place, intensifying his suction until my body gave in. With a helpless shudder, my cock, already leaking pre-cum, finally erupted.
Right before I came, Kessler opened his mouth and pulled away, causing my cum to splatter across his face.
“Ha… fuck…”
“Hehe.”
“…Ah.”
“I’ve been wanting to taste it for a while now.”
Seeing my cum splattered across his innocent, beautiful face filled me with both shame and a strange thrill. Honestly…his cum-soaked face was incredibly appealing, enough to make me want to take a photo and treasure it forever.
‘What the hell is wrong with me?’
Apparently, being around him awakened kinks I hadn’t even known existed.
“Your cock did well.”
He pressed the head of his own rock-hard cock against mine, as if making them kiss. A slippery mixture—his pre-cum or maybe mine—created a shimmering strand connecting us.
“Are you going to fuck me now?”
“…Do you want me to?”
…Nod. Feeling shy, I gave a very faint nod.
Any initial determination to top had vanished long ago, just like my carefully laid but never-followed daily schedule.
