The next morning, Dagan sat at the edge of the bed, holding a solitary reflection session.
Things had been tough since last night. He had to cleanse the unconscious Lunarsion, comfort and soothe his still raging body, and have the servants replace the semen-stained sheets and cushions trying to bear their judgemental gazes.
Above all, he had put too much strain on Lunarsion. Vivid handprints remained all over his white skin.
“I messed up.”
Dagan had never before, in such a frenzy, unleashed his desire like that. What’s more, it was with a man nearly 30 years his junior. He somehow managed to hold himself back from insertion, but it had been extremely dangerous.
Remembering it made him feel irritated again so he shook his head to clear the surge of anger.
“…Do you regret it?”
It was Lunarsion. At some point, he had woken up. Dagan turned back and answered,
“Yeah, I do. I wanted to be gentler, and I should have been.”
“…Oh, good. I thought you regretted being with me.”
“If that were the case, I wouldn’t have touched you in the first place. Aside from the strain I put on you, it was the best night I’ve ever had.”
“…I’m glad.”
Lunarsion smiled dreamily and leaned against Dagan, drawing closer. His platinum hair flowed effortlessly. Dagan was stunned by the sheer allure.
“I’m a virgin, and I don’t know the proper bedroom etiquette… so I was worried about whether I could satisfy you.”
White fingers traced the hero’s abdominal muscles and caressed along his pubic hair. Although the touch was clumsy, the thing that had already begun to show signs of erection became even harder.
“I’m glad it was just an unfounded worry. And my ass felt so good too… From now on I want you to love me even more and shape me exactly to your liking.”
Sweet whispers robbed Dagan of his reason, and that day he couldn’t leave the bedroom until night.
Thus, Hero Dagan and Third Prince Lunarsion Roselant became renowned as an affectionate husband-husband couple.
And they lived happily ever after!