Even If Everyone Hates You Side Story 11

“You… you couldn’t possibly know what I was thinking.”

A powerful force spread Seiyad’s legs wide. Ressas pried his knees apart and nestled himself between them without hesitation. Seiyad, who had never experienced this kind of treatment in his life, instinctively tried to close his thighs.

But Ressas easily overpowered him, pushing his legs open again. The forced exposure of his lower body sent a shiver up his spine, his torso tingling with an unfamiliar heat.

The sensation was utterly foreign. He was so aroused it felt like his might burst. His throat tightened, rendering him mute, and all he could do was tremble. Looking up at Ressas’s large frame looming over him left him breathless. And in truth, nothing was holding Seiyad back.

“I warned you,” Ressas murmured.

His low, gravelly voice was hard to make out, but Seiyad caught every word. It resonated in his ear like a whisper from inches away—steeped in long-suppressed madness and desire. The emotions in that voice were too intense to ignore, making Seiyad’s throat burn.

“I tried… I tried to hold back, but… Eid… keeps…”

Ressas mumbled like a man possessed as he clumsily yanked down Seiyad’s lower garments. If the fabric hadn’t been so sturdy, it would have been ripped apart in his frenzy. The pants caught on Seiyad’s thighs as they were tugged down with rough, desperate movements.

Unable to even take them off completely, Ressas let out a groan of frustration before finally pulling them free and settling fully between Seiyad’s legs. Then he shoved up his upper garment, baring his pale, taut body to the open air.

“Eid, so… so beautiful. Can I really do this… with someone as beautiful as Eid? What am I supposed to do…!”

Ressas whimpered, his face flushed red, clearly overwhelmed. Though he seemed dazed and lost, his body moved with clear intention, guided by instinct. With his moist, purple eyes gleaming, he rubbed his hardened cock against Seiyad’s rear. Despite having already climaxed earlier, his cock was now even more swollen and rigid, its blunt head grinding against the cleft of Seiyad’s buttocks, searching.

“Your Highness, it’s okay. Don’t cry.”

Even in such a moment, Seiyad couldn’t stand to see his lover in tears. Regaining a sliver of composure, he reached out to comfort him.

When the hand that had been gripping Ressas’s shoulder rose to caress his cheek, Ressas trembled and leaned into the touch. A tear that had welled up slipped into Seiyad’s palm.

“I can’t take it anymore… Eid, I’m going mad.”

“You don’t have to hold it in… So just… ngh…!”

Despite trying to act confident, Ressas lost control the moment he attempted to enter. His beautiful eyes filled with panic and desperation, and tears spilled freely.

Seiyad wanted to help him, to guide him, but his voice caught in his throat. His chest trembled so violently it made him nauseous. The searing heat of Ressas’s cock rubbing against his sensitive area sent his mind reeling. The unfamiliar sensation made his entire body tense up.

Watching this boy—someone he’d always seen as just that—desire him so fiercely was both shocking and deeply arousing. The reality of what he’d glimpsed earlier was finally sinking in. Each time the thick head of Ressas’s shaft pressed against his perineum and testicles, a strange wave of pleasure surged through him.

“Lower… a little lower—not there… kuh…!”

Struggling to direct him, a sudden jolt ran through Seiyad as a hot hand grasped his own cock. It had remained hard ever since he’d gone down on Ressas, and the sudden touch made him writhe. The soft yet firm grip overwhelmed him, and a moan slipped out as he twisted his hips.

“Huu, hu, huu…”

Ressas, still resting his face against Seiyad’s hand, slowly lowered his gaze. Then, without a word, he leaned in and began rubbing his face against Seiyad’s shaft. Seiyad, having endured wave after wave of teasing arousal, couldn’t hold back anymore.

His breath came in ragged pants as his hips began to move on their own. As he clenched his thighs and moved up and down, a pink opening peeked out from beneath his lifted testicles—one of the few places on his pale body with any color.

Ressas, entranced by the sight and Seiyad’s movements, widened his eyes. His blue-veined hand slowly reached forward. The stimulation ceased, leaving Seiyad feeling oddly empty, and he lifted his head—only to flinch and instinctively close his thighs when he felt a tickling sensation near his entrance.

“Your Highness, right there… ha…!”

Even though it was a part of his body meant to be used, shame surged through Seiyad as Ressas touched him there. Just the thought of those delicate hands reaching such an intimate place made him dizzy. He couldn’t speak. Ressas, having found what he sought, looked up and met Seiyad’s eyes.

His bloodshot, purple pupils gleamed. They blinked slowly before his lips parted, the motion as deliberate as a blade being unsheathed. He shifted his hips.

Thump. The blunt tip pressed directly against the entrance. Ressas applied pressure, trying to pierce the tightly clenched ring. The sensation made Seiyad nauseous—like he was being split open from the inside. But the tight ring refused to yield. Ressas’s shaft kept slipping and pressing against the cleft of his buttocks, unable to breach.

Ressas’s large body trembled atop him, consumed by frenzied lust. Despite the urgency of his rough movements, his cock hadn’t yet managed to push in. The area wasn’t lubricated, and the ring was far too tight.

“Huh… kuh… hu, uh…”

Frustration welled up inside Seiyad as well. Caught in the same feverish madness, he let go of his shame. He wanted to give himself to Ressas—wanted to open up and accept the man who so desperately desired him.

Just as he tried to spread his legs further and lift his hips to better align himself, Ressas suddenly pulled away. Seiyad blinked, confused by the sudden pause—only to watch Ressas, who had tilted his head thoughtfully, slip a hand under Seiyad’s knee and raise it high.

“…Your Highness!”

Seiyad panicked at the lewd position and tried to sit up, but Ressas was quicker. He folded Seiyad’s legs up toward his chest and lowered his own body, nestling his beautiful face between his thighs. Horrified by what he thought was about to happen, Seiyad grabbed his hair in alarm.

“What are you trying to do… ngh…!”

A soft, wet sensation brushed against him. Something warm and slippery licked over the entrance. The moment that hot tongue grazed the tight folds, an electric jolt of pleasure shot through his spine. The overwhelming sensation made Seiyad arch his back and twist his waist.

“Ah… haah…!”

His cock, which had begun to soften from the earlier pain, sprang back to life the instant Ressas’s tongue touched him. The unthinkable sensation curled his toes and drew out a high moan. Noticing how responsive his lover was, Ressas immediately understood.

He pushed Seiyad’s thighs open even wider and buried his face deeper between them. His pointed tongue probed the narrow ring, lapping and flicking inside, letting his saliva drip liberally.

“Haa… ha… huh, ah… ah, aah….”

Seiyad tilted his head back with a moan, his legs twisting together as waves of pleasure coursed through him. Oblivious to the sounds escaping his lips, he writhed and instinctively lifted his hips. In response, Ressas’s tongue quickened, licking his entrance even more eagerly. The heat building inside him was unbearable, and a groan slipped from Seiyad’s throat.

“Your Highness… Your Highness… damn it, haa, ah…”

This wasn’t something royalty should be doing—certainly not licking someone in such a place. And yet, Ressas, the man destined to be king, was down between his legs without a hint of hesitation.

“More… haa… hu… more…”

Even as shame and reason flickered weak protests, the overwhelming pleasure Ressas delivered drowned them out. Just touching Ressas was already enough to overstimulate Seiyad—but now that tongue was working on the most nerve-rich, intimate place, and the pleasure became uncontainable.

His whole body felt like it was boiling, the ecstasy building fast in his lower belly. Pre-cum dripped from his rigid shaft, splattering wetly across his abdomen with each jerk. The sensation was almost enough to make him pass out—almost. But something still felt missing.

He needed more. Something deeper. Something stronger.

Ressas, just like before, instinctively sensed Seiyad’s need. As if testing insertion, he extended his tongue and worked it deeper into the tightly clenched opening. Slick with saliva, his tongue slid in more easily than his cock could have. The soft muscle wriggled into the twitching, spasming hole that looked ready to crush anything that dared enter.

“Your Highness—wait, not inside… not that deep… huu, heu, huu…!”

Seiyad’s hips lifted slightly as a brief feeling of fullness bloomed within him, but he clung to the last shred of restraint. Letting Ressas go that far—inside—felt like too much. He tried to pull back, hands pushing weakly at Ressas’s shoulders.

But then Ressas’s demeanor shifted.

The gentle sucking that had felt like he was soothing a wound turned urgent. With a flash in his eyes, Ressas grabbed Seiyad’s waist and yanked him downward.

His upper body was dragged down while his lower body was hoisted upward. Kneeling now, Ressas placed Seiyad’s legs on his shoulders and held his hips firmly in place. Half-lifted off the bed, his head tilted back and his hole completely exposed, Seiyad had no escape.

“Your Highness—stop, uheuk—stop, ah… huah… aah!”

This position was even more vulnerable than before. Ressas, still licking at him while gazing down from above, was fully in view. Flustered and humiliated, Seiyad turned his red eyes away. But Ressas was relentless.

He gripped Seiyad’s waist tightly with strong arms, buried his lovely face deep between his thighs, and drove his tongue in even further. Seiyad, lightheaded and overwhelmed, raised his trembling hands. Unable to push Ressas away, he clawed at the fur beneath him instead.

His entrance had loosened just enough to allow the tip of a finger. Coated with saliva, it had grown slippery and was slowly becoming accustomed to the rhythm of Ressas’s tongue moving in and out. The deliberate prodding was almost like thrusting—and then, all at once, the orgasm hit.

“Huu… ah… Your Highness… haak…”

All the built-up stimulation from Ressas’s obsessive licking exploded. Seiyad’s lower belly tensed, and his entire body seized up. Cum spilled from his trembling cock, splashing across his chest and face. Covered in his own release, Seiyad trembled with half-lidded eyes and a blurred gaze, his hips giving a final, involuntary twitch.

As the aftermath of the climax washed over him, Ressas finally raised his face. Seiyad could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest through his thighs. Still dazed, he looked up at Ressas, stunned.

Among all his features, what caught his eye most were those lips—unusually red and swollen. They were flushed from sucking and licking his hole for so long. In that moment, Ressas looked impossibly lewd… and unbearably beautiful.

“You’re so beautiful, Eid. You’ll never know how you look right now. Only I’ll ever know,” Ressas whispered, as if lost in delirium. Though Seiyad thought he looked disheveled, Ressas was the one glowing with carnal heat.

Rubbing his stiff cock against Seiyad’s backside, Ressas let go of his waist. As Seiyad’s legs parted again, the head of Ressas’s cock aligned with the softened, slick entrance, ready to push in.

“Just me… say it’s okay…”

The plea floated down above him, tremulous and aching—like a prayer whispered in fear of being denied. Ressas’s voice trembled with longing, as if he were confessing a forbidden desire he’d carried all his life.

Then, as though afraid to hear rejection, as though trying to leave his mark in every part of Seiyad, he pushed in.

And in that moment, a jolt ripped through Seiyad so violently it felt like his soul was being pierced.

A body that had never taken a man before was forcibly opened by a sensation unlike anything he’d ever felt. It felt as though he was being split in two—his insides torn apart, pain lancing through his core and shooting up into his chest. Seiyad’s mouth fell open in silence as his breath caught, and his thick brows twisted with agony.

He’d thought he was prepared—relaxed enough. But the pain told him otherwise. His entrance burned like it was being shredded. The pressure twisted his guts, like his spine was collapsing and his lower half was falling apart. This was no figure of speech. It hurt. Badly. Ressas’s size wasn’t normal, and for a first time, it was nearly unbearable. If it hadn’t been coated with saliva, there would’ve been no chance of getting it in at all.

Ressas’s face hovered above, pale with fear. The lust-driven expression he’d worn was now replaced by panic as he watched Seiyad grimace. Afraid of being rejected.

Strangely, that fear opened something in Seiyad’s chest. The breath he’d been holding finally released, clearing his mind and letting him truly feel.

“…Yes, Ressas.”

The sheer depth of Ressas’s desire, even while trembling in fear, was achingly beautiful. This man—always so hesitant, always shrinking back—was now inside him. Joined to him with no distance left between them.

“Only you… will see me like this.”

Though the pain still burned and stung from behind, Seiyad found himself embracing it. This was what it meant to become one with Ressas. The pain, the pressure, the overwhelming fullness—this was what it felt like to accept someone he loved more than life itself.

“I’m your lover, after all.”

That single truth filled him with so much joy that Seiyad smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Author: Levia