It wasn’t that he completely failed to understand. He wasn’t an ignorant person who had received no education about the union between people or the bonding of alphas and omegas.
It was just difficult to connect Cayden’s calmly uttered words with the person Cayden was.
Assad tried to find an answer. But as if ignorant of his mind filled with bewilderment, his heart began to pound. It ran ahead of him.
‘Cayden is saying that he has prepared to open his body… solely for me.’
That fact gave Assad an incredibly powerful tremor. It was an exhilarating feeling between shudder and excitement, a chaotic mix of anxiety about what would happen after the Joy Period and sexual arousal.
He wanted to pounce on that frustrating man. As the boring books and even more boring teachers had taught him, he wanted to bite his bride’s neck, push his way inside him, and rush to his deepest place.
No… rather than that… he wanted to shower that man’s dry lips with kisses he didn’t even know how to give, and hold him tightly until the heat inside him completely subsided. He wanted to caress the wounds that might be hidden under those clothes, wounds he had never seen.
Amid these differently colored impulses, Assad felt dizzy.
“…I don’t know.”
“…”
“I really don’t know.”
Assad murmured as he released Cayden’s wrist that he had been holding.
Assad, who had moved back, looked at his bride. Cayden wore darkness like a veil on his head. His face wasn’t clearly visible.
The thought of spending the Joy Period with this foolish man was something he had never imagined, even in dreams. It had been that way just a few days ago. Assad had roughly guessed that he would spend his first Joy Period alone. He thought he would gradually find a way, since there would be a leeway of one to two years until that day came.
Physical union was an act of crossing the line between people. Crossing that line would lead to serious consequences.
Spending the Joy Period with Cayden wouldn’t be a good thing. Assad had been certain of this.
Therefore, Cayden hadn’t even set foot in Assad’s shallow fantasies. It was the result of Assad’s instinct excluding him. He felt a premonition that something as terrible as a disaster would happen, that his foundation would be shaken. It was something Assad himself didn’t know.
But the heat, which made him feel as if his blood was boiling, tried to drive away what little reason Assad had left.
Assad reached out with trembling hands and caressed Cayden’s cheek. Cayden’s black hair, still wet, tickled the back of Assad’s hand.
He had merely traced over the scar marks. Yet Cayden flinched in surprise and lowered his head. It wasn’t like someone who had finished all preparations.
“Look at me.”
Assad said.
He wanted to turn on all the lights in the bedroom right now to check the expression of the man in front of him. But at the same time, he wanted to continue sharing each other’s breath in this darkness. He wanted to focus all his attention on Cayden’s face illuminated by the dim light.
Cayden slowly raised his head. His purple eyes, darker in the absence of light, held only Assad within them.
Assad was momentarily speechless. It was because the reflection of himself in Cayden’s eyes looked too ugly. Though he was the one who ordered Cayden to raise his head, he couldn’t say anything, embarrassed by his own face stained with desire.
“You can… think of me as someone else. Feel free to call me by any name you want.”
Cayden murmured, noticing Assad’s hesitation. He glanced at Assad’s face and slowly added more words.
“Just consider it practice for later. In the kingdom, alphas and omegas… everyone spends their first time this way… I was told. Because they can’t hurt their lovers.”
“…”
“I heard that if you mishandle your first Joy Period, there could be abnormalities in your pheromones. So, if you consider yourself unlucky and bear with it a little… I’ll take care of it.”
Cayden continued to gauge Assad’s reaction. The expression of the silent Assad was peculiar. His pheromones, which had been constantly changing, suddenly calmed down. Cayden was a bit afraid because he couldn’t sense Assad’s mood from anywhere.
All Cayden could tell now was that Assad was enduring something. Something Cayden couldn’t know.
Wavering between anxiety and embarrassment, Cayden finally opened his mouth again.
“I’ll make sure you don’t have to see my face or hear my voice.”
“…Practice?”
A crooked smile appeared on Assad’s lips.
In the long history of Helio, had there ever been such a thing? There couldn’t have been a crown princess who told her partner experiencing the Joy Period to consider her as someone else, or as a practice partner bought with money. There wouldn’t have been anything similar either. Assad could guarantee it.
Indeed, his bride was very good at turning people’s insides out. It was a great talent that even his annoying relatives parasitizing the imperial palace couldn’t match.
Why did he feel so awful?
Assad couldn’t understand the reason. Only today did he learn that a feeling that had already hit rock bottom could go even deeper.
“Are you saying you’ll be my teacher?”
Assad asked, meeting Cayden’s eyes.
Assad’s hand caressed Cayden’s earlobe. As he slowly stroked the thin ear, Cayden tightly closed his eyes and then opened them again. Assad’s sulky heart softened considerably.
“I don’t know what I could teach you…”
Cayden, who had barely opened his eyes again, said. But he couldn’t completely finish his words.
Assad kissed the man who wasn’t meeting his eyes.
He had merely placed his lips on top of lips. It was an embarrassingly awkward kiss, different from what he had expected. Yet… his mind cleared as if he had encountered an oasis under the desert sun. It was like water being poured over his parched heart.
Assad removed his lips. But he soon kissed Cayden again.
He wanted to quench the thirst that seemed like it would never go away. He wanted to push away the heat. But Assad didn’t know how.
“I’ve never done something like kissing before. If you know what a proper kiss is… how to do it… tell me too.”
“…”
“You said it’s practice. Isn’t that the same as saying you’ll be my teacher?”
Assad whispered, randomly kissing Cayden’s lips and cheeks. The impatience of the thirsty man was hidden behind excited breaths.
Hesitating at first, Cayden soon released the tension in his stiff hand as if he had made some decision. He placed his hand on Assad’s cheek. It felt like pushing his hand into a bonfire burning fallen leaves. The heat, surprisingly hot, engulfed Cayden.
Cayden kissed Assad. Their lips merely met lightly and separated repeatedly.
“You need… to open your mouth.”
Cayden spoke to Assad when their breaths began to mingle slightly.
Assad faithfully accepted the words of the man who muttered without meeting his eyes. As if by magic, all his senses were captured by Cayden.
Cayden, who had closed his eyes again, carefully kissed Assad. He licked the half-open lips and then pushed his tongue through the gap. Assad almost cursed at the soft sensation.
A gentle kiss continued, as if soothing Assad’s tension who had never bumped lips with another person before.
The fragile intruder explored various parts inside the mouth. After touching the palate and teeth, he tickled the stiff tongue with the tip of his own tongue.
Assad stared at the man who was skillfully kissing him with his eyes wide open.
He didn’t expect Cayden to actually play the role of his teacher. Being four years older, yes, he could be well-versed in the art of kissing.
But something boiled inside him. It was an irritation similar to the childish feeling a 10-year-old might have, disliking the fact that his friend had another friend who was closer than him.
“…This is how you do it.”
Cayden, who had pulled away, awkwardly spoke.
Even in the darkness, Assad could sense that Cayden’s face had turned red.
“…”
Assad grasped Cayden’s chin. And again, he kissed him.
He bit Cayden’s lips randomly and opened his mouth to explore inside. Half following what he learned from Cayden and half doing as he pleased, he tickled the delicate flesh inside the mouth and poked with the tip of his tongue. He bound the tongue that tried to escape in surprise with his own. He mixed his hot breath with Cayden’s.
It was strange. The kiss his bride had taught him wasn’t this crude and urgent, but when he came to his senses, he was doing something like this and calling it a kiss. Even while thinking he wanted to treat him kindly, Assad felt a bizarre impulse to completely dominate the man in front of him.
“…Now, what should I do?”
Assad asked while kissing Cayden’s neck. But without waiting for an answer, he immediately added:
“You came even though I told you not to. Even if you change your mind and say no, you can’t take it back. There’s no other way.”
“…”
“You have to take responsibility for me.”
Trying to hide his embarrassingly intense nervousness, Assad pulled Cayden’s hand. He made him aware of his hardened dick pressed against his stomach.
The moment that hand—full of scars and calluses, hard with not a single pretty spot—touched him, Assad cursed inwardly again. An absurd pleasure and joy shook his head. It was as if his head had been replaced by his dick.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
