The hand that had been caressing his stomach soon grasped Cayden’s dick. The hand lightly stroked the dick still warm with the afterglow of pleasure, occasionally teasing the urethral opening with fingertips.
Cayden was confused by these touches that he could neither push away nor fully accept. All he could do was squirm and barely hold back his moans. He felt the strength leaving his eyes.
“Do you like it that much? If I touch you any more, I feel like my dick might break first. Your back hole is squeezing too tightly.”
Assad’s hand moved away only after the previously limp dick had become completely rigid again.
“I can’t tell if you’re skilled or inexperienced…”
Assad, his smile fading, firmly gripped Cayden’s pelvis. He slowly pulled his body back. The deeply embedded dick was slowly trying to withdraw.
As if reluctant to let Assad go, the inner flesh persistently clung to his dick. Assad’s face reddened at that explicit sensation. The same was true for Cayden.
Cayden bit his lip. He feared what was about to happen, the pleasure he would feel. He worried whether he could satisfy Assad until the Joy Period ended.
The dick that seemed about to withdraw completely soon pushed back inside. Hup. Cayden unconsciously swallowed his breath. The thick flesh roughly pressed against his insides. It repeated the same action several times with a thump, thump sound. The hidden protuberance inside the inner wall was repeatedly pressed by the thick tip of the glans, by the shaft.
“You like it when I thrust here. I’m glad… haa… that I learned this from books. Right?”
Assad, leaning down, kissed the back of Cayden’s hand that was covering his mouth. Occasionally he bared his teeth as if being mischievous. He didn’t intend to forcibly remove the hand from the mouth, but he didn’t seem particularly pleased with it.
Then suddenly he stared at Cayden’s hand. As if feeling somewhat regretful, he repeatedly placed and removed his lips on the scars embroidered on the back of the hand.
But eventually, he gave up his lingering attachment and retreated.
“Since you won’t remove this hand… look at me.”
Assad whispered.
Unconsciously, Cayden met Assad’s eyes. In a turbid world, only Assad was clear. The composure had disappeared from Assad’s eyes, for whom all these sensations were new. Even so, his golden eyes still shone beautifully.
Cayden could only blankly stare at the sight of Assad’s eyes closing and opening, the sweat flowing down and wetting his eyelashes. A strange satisfaction resembling pleasure tapped his heart area repeatedly.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh, the splashing of fluids, echoed in the bedroom. Sticky fluid flowing from inside slid along the withdrawing and entering dick. Both of their lower bodies soon became wet.
Holding back the moans trying to escape, Cayden urgently grabbed the bedsheet with his other hand that wasn’t covering his mouth. Both Assad’s body colliding into him and the pleasure heating his lower abdomen were too intense for him.
Assad’s heavy pheromones, now fully felt as they truly were, were too sweet. They were sweet enough to make him forget the anxiety and fear that mocked him.
Assad shook his world. In that shaking, Cayden once again stole a glance at Assad’s face. He too was experiencing pleasure, just like himself.
It was truly fortunate. He was glad that he was helping Assad safely spend his first Joy Period. It felt so good. He had thought there was no way to repay the kindness Assad had shown him, but he was now able to repay him in this way at least. It felt good.
Perhaps half of the word “repayment” might be a lie. The reason he had stepped into Assad’s bedroom might simply have been… because of his feelings for Assad. Because he didn’t want the person he liked to have a difficult time during his first Joy Period.
‘Am I fulfilling my own desires by taking advantage of Assad’s Joy Period?’
Such thoughts gave him chills. He shouldn’t do that. Without knowing his place, someone like him shouldn’t do that.
Cayden tried to cut off the desire and greed circling around him. He barely suppressed the desire to press his body against Assad, to embrace him, to pretend not to know and kiss his cheek.
In this lovemaking, he shouldn’t be Cayden as a person. He should just be an omega to soothe Assad’s Joy Period.
Cayden tightly closed his mouth and tried not to let out any sounds, fearing he might dampen Assad’s mood. He didn’t fully reveal his face either.
“Ah…”
But when another hole opened, he couldn’t help but exhale in surprise. Another passage that Alex had repeatedly tried to force open, but never succeeded, revealed itself. Cayden was too shocked to say anything.
Assad didn’t miss the moment when that other passage opened. The large dick pushed its way into the revealed inner part. It was an instinctive action.
Cayden reached climax without even making a sound.
The narrow passage filled with the fierce dick was the omega’s erogenous zone itself. A pleasure so intense it was painful hammered his head. The transferred heat was too hot. The rough pleasure was only frightening, to the point of being scared.
Unconsciously, Cayden grabbed Assad’s shoulders with both hands. He pushed him backward. But far from being pushed away, Assad brought his body even closer. Assad’s excited breath tickled Cayden’s ear.
“Ah, ugh… just a moment, this, huh.”
“It’s strange. You’re squeezing me. Inside, begging me to come deeper inside, hup, making a fuss.”
As if wanting to reach even deeper inside the new passage, Assad spoke through gritted teeth while thrusting vigorously.
Cayden reached a silent climax. Nothing came out from his hardened dick. The pleasure that couldn’t be fully released continued to resonate inside his abdomen.
He had never felt like this before. Would he die like this? His mind, clouded with pleasure and fear, made a weak sound.
Cayden clung to Assad. Though he knew he shouldn’t, knew he shouldn’t do something inappropriate and anger Assad, he was so scared that he tightly embraced him. At that moment, the only one Cayden could rely on was Assad alone.
Intense movements continued. Their bodies came together without any gap. Half crushed under Assad’s body, Cayden felt a strange sense of relief. Like their tangled breaths, he liked the fact that their heartbeats were intertwining.
Silence came after Assad reached his climax inside Cayden. Cayden also reached another climax with him.
“…Feels like my heart will burst.”
It will surely tear my body apart, ripping it to shreds. Assad murmured while breathing heavily.
The completely joined bodies slowly separated. Frowning as he felt the afterglow of ejaculation, Assad stroked Cayden’s reddened eyes with his fingertips.
Even from just the touch on his eyes, Cayden trembled. Both the inside filled with Assad’s essence and the skin touched by his hand had become extremely sensitive. It was a sensation he couldn’t control.
Assad’s gaze turned downward.
Cayden’s limp dick lying on his stomach and the cloudy fluid splattered on his body felt like an artist’s work. There was something enjoyable about seeing the semen leaking between the shaft of the dick embedded in the hole.
Again, he felt his body growing hot.
Giving Cayden a light kiss, Assad tried to pull his body back. But before that, a knot began to form at the tip of Assad’s dick. It was the moment of knotting.
“What is this…”
The strange sensation, experienced for the first time in his life, made Assad’s face crumple.
The dick was embedded more firmly, deeper inside than before. And it gripped the inner wall strongly so that neither of the connected people could withdraw their bodies.
Holding the dick that had grown even larger than at the moment of climax, Cayden retched. The inside where the dick was positioned was too painful and hot. Physiological tears suddenly flowed continuously.
“Cayden. Does it hurt?”
The surprised Assad touched Cayden’s face. An ill-fitting bewilderment was spread over his golden eyes.
With cursing, Assad tried to pull his body backward. But since his movement soon became Cayden’s pain, he had no choice but to meekly lean his body toward his bride again.
“Damn this knotting. Why, why does it have to hurt people and cause such a fuss.”
The perplexed Assad blurted out words randomly.
Assad urgently wiped away Cayden’s tears. He kissed the lips from which difficult breaths escaped and carefully stroked his head.
“If I had known you would be in such pain, I wouldn’t have knotted…”
Assad trailed off. It didn’t seem like something he should say when he had been immersed in the instinct of wanting to spray his seed in the deepest part of that man and feeling dizzy.
None of the teachers who had given him sex education had told him that an alpha’s knotting would be just painfully awful for an omega, that it would be painful enough to make even a man far from crying shed tears profusely. What absolute bastards.
After hesitating, Assad lifted Cayden and embraced him tightly. Not knowing what to do, he simply stroked the back of Cayden whom he had embraced.
For some reason the sobbing sound seemed to have grown louder, but he thought it would be better to hold him like this. He was on the verge of going crazy, not knowing how such a thing had happened.
“…It doesn’t hurt.”
He heard Cayden murmuring. It was a word uttered in the kingdom language, not the imperial language. Assad quietly listened to his words.
“It doesn’t hurt at all, it feels good.”
Whether he used a language he thought Assad wouldn’t understand on purpose, or whether he used a familiar language because he was out of his mind, Assad couldn’t tell Cayden’s intention.
But what did it matter? He only felt somewhat lovable towards the man who seemed to be trying to comfort him instead. He felt even more apologetic.
No, lovable?
Assad felt confused by that nonsensical thought. The heat that was starting to burn his body again and the thirst drying his mouth were also perplexing.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
