The usual heat in his cheeks made Alexander look even younger, his tousled hair and lazy voice only adding to the allure. It was intoxicating in every way.
“You put them there.”
When Kalix tested the movement of his fingers, they seemed fine—no serious damage.
“Felt like I was suffocating.”
“Sorry.”
Kalix apologized reflexively, but then paused. Wait, didn’t he put them back in after that?
“It’s fine. Felt good.”
If Alexander said it was good, then it was. No need to overanalyze. Kalix just wanted Alexander to be happy. And if Alexander was happy, then so was he. Alexander pressed his lips firmly against Kalix’s again.
“Do you like my mouth?”
“Yeah. Kinda turns me on.”
The immediate answer made Kalix glance at him. He couldn’t believe he’d ever been surprised by such words. Hearing something so unrefined from those usually composed lips was thrilling.
“Why?”
Alexander’s face softened into a gentle smile.
“You talk so prettily.”
That was… unexpectedly wholesome. Kalix had assumed it was because he was good at it—because Alexander got hard just from his mouth. And he did get hard easily, just from looking at Kalix’s lips.
Still, if Alexander felt that way, then he was glad. Though he’d failed plenty of times before, it was reassuring to know his efforts weren’t entirely wasted. But right now, he wanted to hear something else.
“Anything else?”
What other parts of him did Alexander find appealing? Besides his mouth?
“Where else do you look that gets you going?”
Hiding his anticipation, Kalix asked, and Alexander brushed his fingertips along his temple.
“Where do I look that turns me on?”
“Uh, yeah.”
The word itself was exciting, but saying it aloud made him flush. Alexander cupped his cheek, forcing him to meet his gaze.
“Ask properly.”
“I did ask. Where else do you look that turns you on?”
Kalix’s question only made Alexander feign confusion.
“Hm? Turns me on how?”
But he was clearly teasing. He wanted Kalix to say it himself—wanted him to use those slightly crude words. Kalix hesitated, then stopped. It was one thing to hear Alexander say it, but another to say it himself.
“Sasha, don’t tease.”
He pressed a kiss to Alexander’s cheek, begging for mercy, and Alexander chuckled, stroking his hair.
“Is it that embarrassing?”
“A little.”
Okay, a lot. Alexander seemed unfazed by such words, and Kalix loved hearing them from him—but saying them himself was different.
“But you like it when I say them.”
“Yeah. So you say them. I’m embarrassed.”
At this point, he might as well own it. Alexander laughed as if he found that amusing.
“Fine. I’ll handle all the dirty talk.”
“I never said that.”
It wasn’t about being dirty—it was just… hot. Alexander knew that and still said things like this. But he was still curious—what else about him turned Alexander on?
“Tell me already.”
Alexander moved his hand to trace Kalix’s eyebrow gently.
“Everything.”
His fingers drifted down to softly brush his eyelashes. Kalix reflexively closed his eyes, feeling the faint touch against his lashes.
“Your lashes, wet and trembling… that was hot.”
When he blinked his eyes open, Alexander tapped lightly beneath his lower lid.
“And the way you look at me like this—so full of me.”
Did Alexander even realize how much he did the same? Kalix had only ever been able to look at him because Alexander had looked at him first—had kept him in his sight even when Kalix couldn’t bear to be seen.
“Sasha, you’re just turned on by me blinking.”
Alexander’s expression was serious, but when their eyes met, a slow smile spread. He always made Kalix’s heart race. Despite how indifferent he was to others, the way he spoke to Kalix—gentle, affectionate—made his ears burn.
“Your ears are pretty.”
Did he know that? Alexander’s fingers traced the shell of his ear.
“And they get so red when I touch them.”
His hand slid down, cupping Kalix’s cheek. Everywhere Alexander touched, his skin burned.
“Flushing so easily… it’s obscene.”
Kalix shyly lowered his gaze, but Alexander tilted his chin back up, forcing him to meet his eyes. He couldn’t hide the affection in his gaze, and Alexander kissed the corner of his mouth.
“This mouth only ever says pretty things.”
His heart pounded so hard it hurt. Alexander made it so obvious how much he cared—carrying his books, his tray, doing everything a boyfriend should. He’d never done that for Skylar, but the thought only made it better. He only does this for me.
A giddy warmth spread through his chest. Restless, he let his gaze flicker down as Alexander’s hand trailed along his collarbone.
“Sasha, are you teasing me?”
The amused question made Kalix look up again.
“Yeah. I like it.”
He kissed Alexander’s cheek before pressing their bodies closer.
“Hey, Sasha.”
“Hm?”
Alexander gently stroked his forehead as Kalix lowered himself to press a kiss to his clavicle.
“My mouth.”
He grazed his teeth along the bone, and Alexander buried his fingers in his hair, guiding him.
“Not just pretty words.”
Kalix kissed his chest, and Alexander exhaled softly. He hadn’t gotten to suck him properly earlier. Trailing kisses down Alexander’s body, Kalix memorized every inch. Alexander already belonged to him in every way, but he wanted to erase everything else—replace every memory with his own.
***
Kalix lay in Alexander’s arms, reaching up to smooth back his disheveled hair. The sharp brow and high forehead gave him an even more seductive air than usual. Normally, when Alexander combed his hair back neatly, he looked austere, but like this—face fully exposed, hair tousled—he was obscene. Then again, maybe it was just Kalix’s bias.
Then again, Alexander was stimulating no matter what he wore—his tailored uniform, sleepwear, a single robe with his hair messy, his school uniform, casual clothes, even his riding attire. Every single look was burned into Kalix’s mind. No, it’s definitely just me.
“Who was your first love?”
When Kalix had asked Alexander to tell him more about himself, Alexander had only given vague answers. He wanted details.
“You.”
The immediate answer made Kalix laugh—until he realized Alexander was serious. His smile faded. That’s not possible. He already knew about Alexander’s past relationships.
“Skylar?”
“No.”
“Then who?”
He didn’t know when Alexander had started liking Skylar, but they’d dated in their second year and had known each other since first year. There could’ve been someone before that. Magnolia, maybe?
“Jay.”
Kalix stared at Alexander blankly.
“Your brother?”
Alexander remained unfazed.
“Yeah. I came here when I was eight, remember? Jay arrived at the estate about two months before I did. So he was six.”
He hadn’t known that. He didn’t want to know about Jasper, and he still didn’t.
“Before I left, everyone kept saying there’d be lots of presents waiting for me at home. I thought they meant my room would be decorated, toys everywhere… but when I got there, it wasn’t special at all. They told me to look around the estate, that there were presents hidden outside too. So I went to the garden, and there was something—a tree planted the day I was born. That was my ‘gift.’ And that’s where I saw Jay for the first time.”
Kalix listened, but he knew Alexander was deflecting. First love couldn’t possibly be his brother—he was just avoiding the real answer. If Alexander knew how Jasper felt about him, he wouldn’t bring this up.
But Alexander didn’t know. And Kalix wasn’t about to tell him.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
