Cayden, who had been silent, carefully stroked the rigid dick that barely fit in his hand. He teased the urethra leaking transparent precum with his fingertip.
“This is… insane…”
This time Assad couldn’t hold back and cursed. It came with an urgent kiss no different from before.
Cayden, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed, was now half-embraced in Assad’s arms. He submissively accepted Assad’s kiss.
It was a desperate and clumsy kiss, but one that had become kinder. The hands that didn’t dare grab Cayden’s shoulders and instead wandered in the air conveyed a desire not to hurt his bride.
Cayden carefully moved his body. He chose to sit on top of Assad. He did so thinking that with the moon completely behind him, his face wouldn’t be easily visible.
Moving his hand behind himself, Cayden carefully lifted his thin robe. He prepared to receive Assad inside him. On behalf of the disoriented alpha, he probed his wet opening with his fingers.
Light entered Assad’s clouded eyes as he kissed Cayden. He unconsciously held his breath.
The tip of his heated dick was already rubbing against the bottom of the man who had climbed on top of him. An obscene sensation spread throughout his body, enough to make his face flush.
Assad wanted to remove the long robe covering Cayden’s body. But the moment he placed his hand on the front of the robe, Cayden stopped him.
“J-just a little later…”
Startled, Cayden grabbed Assad’s hand that had reached him and slowly pushed it away. It was the first time the docile man had expressed his own opinion. Assad nodded in confusion. He felt impatient, unable to forcibly tear off the clothes.
Instead, Cayden guided Assad’s two hands, which were trying to undo his robe, lower. Following that kind guidance, Assad’s hands entered under the robe. They passed Cayden’s thighs and pelvis, reaching his buttocks.
Assad instinctively squeezed the firm flesh that filled his hands. Each time he gripped and released, the opening touching the tip of his dick quivered.
“Hold it like that… and push your dick inside.”
Cayden said, unable to meet his gaze directly and with his head bowed.
Silent all this time, and now suddenly opening his mouth to pretend to be a teacher. He had mocked him because of that strange talk about practice, but now he was trying to actually play the role of teacher, taking the words literally.
He was the perfect target for a con artist. And he was the con artist whose dick had turned bright red with excitement for such an innocent human. He couldn’t help but laugh incredulously.
That wasn’t the only unbelievable thing. Joining right after kissing. Not wearing underwear, not making even a small sound when kissing him, but letting water flow freely below… Assad’s cheeks reddened as he continued his lewd thoughts.
His bride was a difficult person even in bed. Misunderstandings and speculations about Cayden constantly changed within Assad.
Cayden’s hand, unaware of Assad’s inner thoughts, gripped the engorged dick. He was stepping in for Assad, who seemed hesitant.
Cayden completely aligned the glistening tip with his opening. He tried to receive the dick urgently, like someone desperate for something, but it wasn’t easy. It was because Assad’s was too large.
Assad was on the verge of madness. The moist, chewy flesh enveloped the tip of his dick. It slurped slowly, trying to guide him deeper. Pleasure that made his body tremble pounded in his head. He wanted to pour all the heat burning him into Cayden.
‘But…’
Assad took in the face of Cayden mounted on top of him. Even in the darkness, his face was visibly red, marked with embarrassment and dismay. The black hair stuck messily to his forehead, beaded with cold sweat, seemed somehow pitiable.
“I’m sorry. I definitely prepared well before coming…”
Cayden, noticing Assad’s obvious stare, spoke in alarm.
His bride was afraid. Not of kissing and mixing bodies with him, but of not being able to quickly receive his dick.
“…”
Looking at his bride who couldn’t even meet his eyes, Assad felt like the most shameless person in the world.
Thinking this wasn’t right, Assad immediately supported his bride’s body and laid him on the bed.
“Ah…”
A breath filled with bewilderment flowed from between Cayden’s lips. Suddenly finding himself lying on the soft bed, Cayden blinked, briefly assessing the situation. A man with beauty that even darkness couldn’t hide was looking down at him, who was lying underneath. Cayden’s face grew even paler.
“I’m sorry.”
Cayden murmured. The heat that had transferred from Assad dissipated in an instant.
It didn’t matter if he couldn’t feel pleasure. What was concerning was that if the inside became dry, it would be harder to insert, and that would be a problem.
“What are you sorry for?”
“For not properly receiving Your Highness’s… dick. I’m sorry that I’m so inadequate that I can’t even do this one thing properly…”
“Teacher, you don’t know what I already know.”
Assad clicked his tongue, interrupting Cayden’s words. His hand moved downward, fumbling over Cayden’s disheveled robe.
Assad spread Cayden’s legs. Cayden had to dully feel Assad’s hand lifting the robe wrapped around his legs, touching the dick that the young master disliked, tracing the perineum, and circling around the opening. All while unable to avoid the gaze of Assad looking down at him.
The eyes of an alpha heated with his first Joy Period were fierce.
Still, Cayden had a strange belief that Assad wouldn’t hit him. Yet, he shrunk his body because of the fear that remained in his memory of not knowing when he might be beaten. This was despite Assad’s pheromones feeling so sweet and kind that it made his mind hazy.
“I was taught that I should properly prepare my partner until their lower parts can accept me without strain.”
“…”
“Isn’t that right?”
Assad pushed his middle finger into the opening that had been gripping his dick. Cayden, keeping his mouth firmly shut, had to hastily raise his hand to cover the sound trying to escape from his lips.
As if proving Cayden’s claim that he had come prepared, the inside was already somewhat loosened.
Assad marveled at the inside that greedily devoured his in-and-out fingers. In an instant, the fingers increased to two, then three. He pressed, gently scratched, and stirred the delicate flesh inside with his fingertips as he pleased. The splashing sounds grew louder as the movements became rougher.
He couldn’t tell if he was doing well or if his bride’s body was sensitive.
Assad smiled. He continued moving his hand while visually devouring his bride, who was covering his mouth with a reddened face.
Cayden desperately tried to hide his voice. But what was hidden was just the moaning. The fluid flowing from the tight opening thoroughly wet Assad’s hand. The handsome dick resembling its owner, which had once shrunk in fear, had returned to its original form and was dripping transparent fluid.
Cayden was skilled. But he was also extremely inexperienced. He seemed like someone who only knew how to give pleasure to the other person.
His bride… seemed to have learned the art of lovemaking from a worm that even the starved demons of the desert wouldn’t eat. Assad was bothered by this fact.
‘Should I find him and kill him?’
It wasn’t just the heat of the Joy Period making him say nonsense. Sincerely, Assad wanted to kill the person who had taught his bride about lovemaking.
The fingers stirring inside the opening withdrew. Cayden bit the inside of his mouth to suppress a moan. Then he stupidly stared at Assad’s dripping wet hand.
Assad met Cayden’s docile gaze. In the purple eyes, which drew more attention because half his face was covered by his hand, there was a desire that couldn’t be seen before.
Assad felt his pheromones running wild. That man was not feeling any rejection toward their intimacy. It was clear that Cayden wanted him too. With that certainty, his body began to boil.
“I’m going to put it in. Into you.”
Assad said, spreading Cayden’s legs that had been curled up. He bent down and briefly kissed the back of Cayden’s hand covering his mouth.
Assad aligned his dick with the wet opening. Would his thing fit entirely inside? While wondering this strange question, he barely endured the urge to plunge his entire length into Cayden at once.
“Hah…”
A breath escaped.
Assad slowly pushed his dick into the greedy inside that could be described as tearing at it. Following the still narrow passage, he slowly pushed in until reaching the deepest place.
“Hngh… hah.”
Cayden trembled while enveloping Assad’s dick inside him. Assad’s was too big and hot for him to keep his senses. Each time Assad merely exhaled, Cayden’s vision alternated between black and white.
The hard flesh pushed its way in, firmly pressing against a protruding different flesh. His waist lifted. His feet curled from the frightening pleasure that felt good.
It was embarrassing. Cayden pulled down his robe, not wanting to reveal that he had ejaculated just from receiving the dick below. Like the young master, Assad too would not want to see his dick. It was better to cover it quickly, no matter what.
“Already, you’ve released something.”
But it seemed too late.
Cayden, with narrowed eyes, looked up at Assad. Assad was smiling. He, who was boiling with the heat of the Joy Period, was beautiful as usual. But he looked more dangerous than anything else.
“That… that’s…”
Cayden stammered in confusion. But the words didn’t continue.
Assad’s hand traced over Cayden’s stomach, which was drenched with white fluid. He looked like someone searching for something. Only after seeing another smile form at the corners of Assad’s mouth did Cayden realize that he had discovered the position of the inserted dick by looking at the slightly protruding skin of the stomach.
“It’s almost all the way in.”
Is that something to laugh about? But if Assad was happy, so was he. Cayden awkwardly smiled along with Assad. However, because his hand was covering his mouth, Assad couldn’t see that smile.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
