“I want to kiss you.”
A hardened mass rubbed against Cayden’s stomach. It was unintentional, something Assad himself wasn’t aware of. But Cayden couldn’t pull his body away and had to feel the heat brushing against the thin fabric. His face instantly turned red.
“Do as you please. Whatever it is… whatever you want…”
Cayden said to Assad, who seemed unaware of his own state. It was a murmur softer than the sound of rain outside.
But to Assad, it wasn’t a soft sound. To Assad, who was focusing all his attention on the man trapped in his arms, Cayden’s voice sounded louder and clearer than thunder.
“Your Highness’s heat cycle, no, it doesn’t have to be a heat cycle. I’m fine with it.”
“It doesn’t have to be a heat cycle…”
Assad’s face also quickly turned red as he mulled over Cayden’s words.
“Did I seem too lustful? Smelling you and touching your body…”
“No, not at all.”
“Do I perhaps… look like an immature person who just wants to mix bodies with you, only waiting for your heat cycle? Is that why you misunderstood that I don’t want you to take suppressants?”
“No, that’s not it.”
“Don’t think that way. It’s not true. It’s not like that.”
Assad protested with an aggrieved face. Lying face to face, having just managed to meet eyes, all he could say seemed to be excuses asking to believe that he wasn’t that kind of person, which made him feel even more wronged.
“I know that’s not your intention.”
“…”
“Really.”
Cayden’s voice saying this was gentle as always.
Looking at Cayden, who wouldn’t easily meet his eyes, Assad moved his lips. He wanted to kiss him right now. He wanted to hold him. But he didn’t want to handle Cayden according to his own mood, just taking such an awkward permission.
“As you please, that’s not right. It’s not just my feelings that matter.”
“…”
“What I want to hear is your heart. You have to want it too…”
“I want Your Highness too.”
Cayden’s voice caught Assad’s fading words. It was an uncharacteristic haste. As if knowing this himself, he was startled and quickly shut his mouth.
A silence tinged with crimson tickled the cheeks of both Assad and Cayden.
“You want me?”
Assad asked. He was being mischievous, wanting to hear Cayden’s words once more.
“Cayden. Do you want me?”
Assad kissed Cayden’s forehead and cheeks in sequence when there was no answer. His heart was completely swollen.
“…Yes.”
Only after several brief kisses had been exchanged did Cayden give Assad a short answer.
Somehow, it made Assad smile. He was happy to know he wasn’t the only one excited.
When their eyes met, heat rose in his belly. He could feel the blood completely rushing downward.
The heat spreading across the face of the man with a cold impression, which didn’t match his soft, almost mushy personality at all, excited Assad. His head was spinning even though it wasn’t a heat cycle.
Assad closed his eyes and kissed Cayden. Their lips met and parted, and soon their breaths and tongues began to intertwine.
Assad’s fingertips carefully explored Cayden’s body. Every place they touched felt numb. The desire to tear apart the white cloth covering Cayden’s body and leave his marks all over swelled up. His brow furrowed deeply as he tried to hide his rough fantasies.
But the kiss didn’t last long.
“…”
Assad opened his eyes in surprise.
Cayden’s hand touched Assad’s waistband. That hand, before it could be stopped, rummaged through the fabric and came inside. It gripped the erect dick.
Along with a sudden sense of liberation, a bright red sensation shot up to the top of his head. Assad couldn’t help but curse internally.
It felt good. Too good. It was just Cayden’s hard fingers wrapping around the erection that had stood up shamelessly, yet it made him feel like climaxing.
Cayden didn’t meet Assad’s gaze. He was looking at the wall visible over Assad’s shoulder, his face flushed red.
Yet his hand continued to move as if unaware of embarrassment. His thumb teased the urethral opening, scratched the tip, and gently stroked and shook the thick dick.
The cold hand that had pleasantly cooled his hot body temperature was now inciting his heat. For a while, no, for quite a long time, lustful thoughts would arise whenever he held Cayden’s hand. A lewd red color would surely be painted over the fluffy comfort in an instant.
“Kuh…”
When Cayden’s fingertip pressed and rubbed the tip that had become slick with pre-cum, veins popped out at Assad’s temple. It was difficult to control his pheromones.
“Cayden.”
Assad called his bride’s name. As if trying to keep holding the gaze that had just been established, he urgently continued.
“What should I do?”
“Nothing…”
Cayden, who had been muttering in a daze, swallowed. It was because Assad moved his body closer. Their foreheads were now touching.
“Anything. That would be good.”
Assad, muttering willfully, put his hand through the slit in Cayden’s long clothes. He hurriedly pulled down his pants and felt the buttocks that had hardened with tension. Cayden was startled and had no chance to say anything.
“…It’s soaking wet.”
Assad said as he stroked between the cleft with his hand. He saw Cayden close his eyes with a short sigh. Assad couldn’t understand why Cayden was embarrassed. He was just happy that Cayden was feeling pleasure like himself.
“I think I can enter right now.”
It was true. Assad slightly pushed the tip of his finger into the wet hole. The resistance was felt only briefly. The moist inside soon engulfed his finger. As if it had been waiting for an intruder to enter, it repeated contractions and relaxations. It urgently pulled the finger inward, deeper inside.
“Ah…”
A single trembling sound resembling a breath reached Assad’s ear.
When Assad pushed in one more finger, Cayden tightly closed his eyes. Assad kissed Cayden’s closed eyelids. He also kissed the back of Cayden’s hand that had come to hide his lips, trying to conceal his voice.
Cayden, with narrowed eyes, stole a glance at Assad’s face. Assad had no intention of removing Cayden’s hand covering his mouth. He didn’t want to forcibly grab his hand.
For now, it was enough just to have Cayden look at him. He also didn’t want to be disliked by his shy bride.
Assad kissed Cayden’s hand again. Under the kiss like persistent knocking on a door that wouldn’t open, Cayden crumbled. The hand covering half his face felt like it was losing strength.
“Don’t hide, okay?”
“…”
“It’s the rainy season. That rain sound… will cover your voice. No need to be embarrassed.”
Assad whispered in Cayden’s ear.
Cayden hesitated. His hand momentarily left his lips. In that moment, Assad kissed Cayden. He knocked on his lips now, not the back of his hand. He pushed his tongue into the willingly parting lips and breathed Cayden’s breath.
A loud squelching sound mixed with the sound of rain. It was indistinguishable whether it was the sound of Cayden’s hand rubbing against the dick glistening with pre-cum, or the sound of the fingers, now increased to three, probing his bride’s narrow and moist inside. Probably both.
“It’s sweet.”
Taking advantage of the brief gap when Assad’s lips separated, Cayden murmured.
“Your Highness’s scent is sweet, and I like it. I really like it.”
He said so with half-dazed eyes, intoxicated by the pheromones. His narrowed eyes, which seemed unable to bear the sweetness tickling his entire body, soon formed a curved line.
Assad’s throat burned.
‘I wish you’d say that you like me… not my pheromones.’
If he did, what would it feel like?
Assad’s heart began to race like someone who had stolen a glimpse of a forbidden magic book. He felt frightened and bewildered enough to make his nape cool, yet also heated with inexplicable joy. It was a heat that warmed his entire body.
Assad blinked. When he closed his eyes and faced darkness, he became a criminal who had committed a lewd sin. But when he opened his eyes and saw Cayden, he became an adventurer who had discovered the most valuable treasure in the world.
It was absurd. He felt pathetic for having such ridiculous fantasies.
There was no way Cayden would like him. Cayden was someone who had been dragged to this desert because he couldn’t refuse the order of a powerful person. After forcibly bringing an innocent man who had wasted his years to a strange place he had never set foot in, instead of cherishing him, he had treated him poorly… It would be fortunate if Cayden didn’t secretly hate him.
A hollow laugh escaped him.
“Still, I won’t let you go. I have no intention to.”
Assad, who had muttered this, instantly climbed on top of Cayden. A strange delight was etched in his heated eyes.
Cayden’s long top was pulled up further. His pants were also completely pulled down. Assad was the same, having also removed his clothes. Assad’s golden ornaments, which had been glittering brilliantly, soon rolled on the floor.
Everything that could make noise when colliding was cleared away. He couldn’t allow anything to interfere with hearing Cayden’s voice. The annoying sound of rain was enough of a disturbance to steal Cayden’s voice away.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
