Andrea, dressed in a well-ironed white shirt and black slacks, always looked perfect wherever he was. Icanoth, looking at his broad back with pained eyes, raised his gaze to the ceiling. It was white like the office. But he knew it wasn’t the office but Andrea’s home. Because he had been here several times before.
“Would you like help?”
Andrea asked, turning back again. Icanoth, who found it difficult even to stand up because he had no strength, waved his stick-like arm in the air. Andrea deliberately waited until he saw Icanoth struggling, unable to get out of bed, before picking him up and heading to the bathroom. Icanoth, with a dazed expression, just remained as he was.
“Tell me if it’s too cold or hot.”
Only after entering the bathtub did he realize he hadn’t been wearing clothes until now. He would have had to undress before getting in anyway, but he just laughed because the situation he was in was amusing. While he laughed for a long time, Andrea did what he needed to do. He sprinkled lukewarm water over his shoulders and rubbed his body with a shower puff, and Icanoth just let him. When he continued to let him, Andrea washed his entire body and put a robe on him.
“This way.”
He walked to where the dining table was. Icanoth, stumbling and steadying himself against the wall, followed Andrea and sat across from him. The long, red dining table was piled with more food than Icanoth could eat. Not a single dish contained meat—everything was tailored specifically for him.
“I cooked after a long time; I hope it suits your taste.”
He had dined at Andrea’s home before. The relationship was fine then. No, it was very good. It was a weekday when he had visited Andrea’s house for urgent work.
‘Look at the time. We’d better eat something before continuing.’
‘What? Ah… but—’
‘I already know you’re vegetarian, but is there anything else I should consider?’
‘What? How did you know?’
‘I know that much without being told. You seem to eat dairy and eggs as well.’
‘…Yes.’
‘I’ll prepare something. Take a rest.’
‘But I—’
‘Tell me.’
‘…I can’t eat boiled eggs…’
‘I know.’
How did he know?
It seems he felt a bit shy about receiving such attention. Icanoth looked over each dish laid out on the table, just like back then. And he picked up his spoon and took a spoonful of the food closest to him. After doing the same thing three or four times, Andrea asked.
“How is it?”
“…It’s delicious.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
The meal took about 30 minutes. After finally drinking a cup of strong brewed tea, he saw Andrea getting up from his seat first.
“I’ve left clothes on the bed. Put them on and come out.”
After hearing those words, he moved mechanically back to the room where he had slept. A white shirt, a dark green sweater to wear over it, black pants, underwear of course, and even socks were prepared.
What should I put on first? Icanoth, who had dropped his robe to the floor, tried to make his completely blanked mind work. Despite having done this tens of thousands of times in his life, he didn’t know what to do or how to do it. After contemplating, he picked up the underwear nearby. When the thought occurred that he didn’t want to remain naked in front of Andrea anymore, his mind started working somewhat. Underwear, then he inserted his legs one by one into the pants and pulled up the zipper. He also fastened the buckle and put on socks.
Then he put on the shirt and completed his outfit with the sweater on top, which took about 10 minutes. After getting fully dressed, he noticed the clothes had a nice scent. It was always like that. The clothes Andrea prepared were always comfortable and soft, with a sweet smell.
That’s why it was unpleasant. The fragrance that seemed like it would never fade induced nausea. He unconsciously grabbed his chest.
“Icanoth, I’m coming in.”
Just then, Andrea knocked from outside. Knock, knock, he tapped twice and immediately opened the door. He didn’t approach right away. From some distance away, blue eyes moved minutely up and down. After examining whether the clothes he had provided suited Icanoth, he seemed satisfied and briefly had a content expression.
“I forgot something.”
Icanoth, who almost asked what it was, stepped back. What Andrea was holding was that terrible belt he had worn all day yesterday. Seeing it, he stepped back a few more steps, but his calf hit the bed, and his legs, which had no strength, gave way. Andrea approached Icanoth, who had collapsed, and grabbed his left knee.
“Are you cooperating?”
Though he would know from the pale face that wasn’t the case, Andrea asked gently and unfastened the buckle that Icanoth had carefully fastened. As soon as he lowered the zipper, the pants went down below the knees, just like yesterday. And the underwear too. Only then did Icanoth shake his head. He grabbed his shoulders and pushed, but Andrea didn’t budge at all.
“No need for gel, I suppose.”
“Hu… ungh…”
He quietly brushed around the hole with two fingers and rolled them. Just by releasing a bit of dominant alpha pheromone, the recessive omega easily leaked fluid and prepared to receive the alpha. The hole, which at first was narrow as if trying to push out the intruder, opened at his fingertips. The moist mucous membrane quickly showed a gap. Due to being excessively tormented yesterday, it was more swollen and reddened than usual. Andrea looked down at it as if licking it with his eyes, then fixed his gaze on Icanoth.
“Look at me.”
Icanoth, who had been hanging his head and unable to meet Andrea’s eyes, only made groaning sounds. Only after his jaw, which was shaking slightly from clenching his teeth severely, was grabbed did he meet the other’s eyes. But he soon closed them again. While watching Icanoth’s face becoming miserably broken, Andrea rubbed the hole with his fingers. The droplets of fluid trickling down left marks on the white sheet.
“Ah… no… hnh…!”
Only when the previously subdued cock was about to become fully erect did he insert the device he had brought. There was almost no sense of foreign object. The slight pain felt at the first part was minimal, and when something slightly thicker than a finger entered, the body welcomed it instead. A tingling pleasure rising from the aching inner walls resonated in his lower abdomen.
“Hungh. Hu, umph… hauu…”
While Icanoth clutched the sheets and tried to suppress his sounds, Andrea fixed the belt to his thighs, just like yesterday. With the lock fastened, it would be difficult to remove alone unless he prepared wire cutters. The belt, which clung to his skin as if digging into his thin legs, served to emphasize his cock. It was an obscenity that didn’t match Icanoth’s wretchedness.
“Stay still. I’ll wipe you.”
How much had he touched him to get like this? Looking at Andrea’s gaze, the hidden subtext naturally reached Icanoth’s ears too. As his chin was freed, Andrea watched Icanoth closing his eyes again and trying to escape, then took a tissue and wiped up the moistened area. It was also Andrea’s role to pull up the stripped underwear and properly dress him in his pants. Because from that point on, Icanoth began to cry.
“Ah…”
“Good morning, Edik.”
“…Carp-ssi.”
Edik, who had been waiting for the two at the front door of the mansion, was a person who prided himself on not being surprised by most things, but… yesterday’s events and today’s as well. He couldn’t hide his greatly surprised and bewildered expression. Icanoth was endlessly shedding tears, and Andrea was composed.
Silently seating Icanoth first, then seeing Andrea get in on the opposite side, Edik, caught off guard, also sat in the driver’s seat. Since Edik already knew his schedule, the direction to drive was predetermined.
“You seem to have a higher fever than before.”
Andrea, placing his hand on the heated forehead, exhaled a silent sigh. His expression was one of genuine concern. That’s why Icanoth’s head hurt more, and he didn’t stop crying. Because he remembered the Andrea who had treated him with endless kindness. When he recalled the past when he had thought of him as a good person, it felt like his head would split. Therefore, even while riding in the car, his tears didn’t stop. Though he made no sound, he hung his head and cried endlessly.
“Don’t cry, Icanoth.”
A touch skilled at comforting people continued. Andrea, taking out a handkerchief, wiped Icanoth’s tears and gently stroked his cheek. It wasn’t the action that should be taken by the one who caused all the pain. Andrea, who had been staring blankly at the face that didn’t speak, didn’t make sorrowful expressions, and only dropped tears, brushed the fallen hair behind his ear. His gaze fell upon every tear streak flowing over the colorless cheeks. Then he spoke with a quite worried voice.
“If you cry like this, Bjorn will worry about you.”
“What…?”
“He’ll worry a lot.”
“What are you saying?”
“We’re going to see Bjorn for real now.”
“…”
“He’ll be attending the morning meeting. His company is heavily involved. Unless there’s an accident, he’ll definitely come. After all, it’s the company he maintained by abandoning Icanoth-ssi.”
