“…”
Assad had a dumbfounded expression. With his eyes wide open, he could only stare intently at Cayden, unable to say anything. A smile appeared on his lips, then collapsed, only to appear again.
Cayden didn’t regret his impulsive kiss. Seeing that Assad liked it, he was simply happy. He even felt a strange, indescribable satisfaction.
Still looking stunned, Assad raised his other hand and gestured behind them. He was ordering the guards to completely withdraw.
“I don’t like other men looking at you. It makes me have bad thoughts without even meaning to.”
“…”
“Even if it seems childish, I can’t help it. In front of you, I’ll always be like a child.”
Feeling the grip tightening around his waist, Cayden realized a long kiss was about to begin.
As Cayden had anticipated, their lips met again. Their tongues entwined desperately, like lovers who had been apart for a long time. They lightly touched each other, roughly pressed and bound each other, and then tenderly tickled each other, tangling without pause.
Assad’s kiss resembled his pheromones. At first glance, it felt rough and heavy, but in reality, it was very sweet. And affectionate.
For some reason, Cayden felt like laughing. This moment of Assad kissing him felt so dreamlike and wonderful, and he was happy that they had more time to spend together. Without realizing it, Cayden found himself smiling.
“…I feel the same.”
Assad whispered, noticing Cayden’s mood. A beautiful smile had formed on his lips as well.
“I like it.”
“…”
“You, everything about being with you, I like it all.”
The transparent jewel hanging around Assad’s neck once again filled with red. It continued to glow red, embracing the overflowing truth.
Assad’s sincerity was a vivid red, so clear that it felt even more beautiful.
Cayden thought that his face must also be as red as that jewel. But he wasn’t embarrassed by that fact at all. After all, wasn’t the whole world turning red? He thought it would be fine for him to be a little redder too.
Cayden kissed Assad first, not on his cheek but on his lips. The jewel touching his skin somehow felt hot.
* * *
“Ah… ugh.”
A low moan escaped from between Cayden’s closed lips. It was close to a breath that would soon be devoured by the wet sounds that followed.
The sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoed throughout the spacious bedroom. Assad stared at Cayden, who was sitting astride him face to face, unable to even breathe. He was captivated by Cayden, like beasts stupidly gazing up at the full moon in the night sky.
Finally unable to resist any longer, Assad urgently but briefly kissed his bride. Their lips met and parted repeatedly. Their breaths mingled.
It was a rather desperate kiss that didn’t match the wet situation below. That was natural. After all, the only thing Assad could do right now was kiss Cayden.
After kissing in the Garden of Light, the two had immediately walked inside the separate palace. Their destination was the west wing, Cayden’s bedroom.
All the guards had been half-driven to the far end of the corridor. After locking the door, the two kissed again for a long time. Assad frantically caressed his bride, licking and biting his lips and the skin revealed as his clothes were lifted.
Assad tried to get a grip on himself. He had been trying to ensure that nothing beyond caressing would happen. Although he had been told it was fine to have intercourse now, he wasn’t sure. Assad wished that Cayden would never experience pain because of him. Never.
Whenever he had dreams about Cayden that he shouldn’t have, whenever he felt filthy desire for everything about him, Assad had chosen to douse himself with cold water.
Assad thought he had been patient all this time. But today, things didn’t go as Assad had planned. It was Cayden who had wanted to make love.
Cayden wanted to go further without stopping. He wished that Assad wanted it too.
“Your Highness… I want you to embrace me.”
Cayden carefully held back Assad, who was about to retreat. With his face half-hidden by the evening shadows, he stared at Assad.
Assad couldn’t make a sound for a while. He was speechless.
Cayden was a person who became more honest when naked than when fully dressed. But Assad hadn’t expected him to express his desire. That was something he had never imagined, even in his dreams.
I was completely mistaken, thinking that at least I knew Cayden’s true feelings.
Assad regretted not asking Cayden what he wanted. To have concluded on his own that he wouldn’t want to sleep with him, that he would find it burdensome… How stupid. Assad could only point a finger at himself. He had to laugh at his own arrogance.
It felt like he had gone back to the first time he had slept with Cayden. His face flushed like someone making love with the person they liked for the first time.
“Since we received education together about intercourse for pregnant spouses…”
“…”
“It will be fine.”
Cayden’s voice, murmuring without being able to meet his eyes, tickled a corner of Assad’s heart. Assad had to confirm Cayden’s words as if entranced. The intense red light emitted by the jewel hanging on the tough leather strap accompanied him.
After that, frantic kisses followed. And soon their bodies were pressed together. Like now.
“…”
Assad, who had reflexively tried to caress Cayden’s body, gently relaxed his hands again. As they had learned, he tried only to support Cayden’s body.
Assad had resolved not to move beyond helping Cayden. He didn’t trust himself to control his strength. He also didn’t want to overstimulate Cayden and make him uncomfortable.
The inside, moistened by long foreplay, accepted his dick quite smoothly, though it was tight. Even so, he was worried and couldn’t take the initiative. All Assad could do was kiss Cayden pleadingly.
It was frustrating that he had to leave alone Cayden’s dick, which was leaking fluid and tickling his abdomen. He wanted to grab Cayden’s dick and stroke it right away. He also wanted to put it in his mouth again and surprise his bride. He hoped to see that white, chaste face completely disheveled.
But Assad couldn’t do anything. He shouldn’t.
It had been better when he was battling desire, standing between roughly pushing and embracing with utmost gentleness. It was maddening to be unable to do anything and only feel the pleasure Cayden was giving him.
“Ah…”
Cayden, who had lowered his body slowly, finally swallowed Assad’s dick to the base. With his own dick still erect, Cayden caught his breath. Within the intense pleasure of the tight satisfaction and the dick completely filling his inside, he breathed in the breath Assad was blowing into him.
“Isn’t it difficult?”
Assad asked, caressing Cayden’s back.
“Aren’t you pushing yourself?”
Cayden stared down at Assad, who kept whispering words. Perhaps because the corners of his eyes had reddened, his dark purple irises looked a bit brighter than usual.
“…It feels good.”
Cayden sensed Assad’s pheromones, which were a mixture of concern for his spouse and pleasure. There was a small smile with it. He also looked down a bit more at the necklace, Mat’s jewel. He seemed to be thinking about something, but the thought didn’t last long.
Cayden’s waist lifted. The dick he had been holding appeared and then was swallowed again. The frustratingly slow insertion continued to repeat.
However, neither of them felt impatient. Their entangled bodies, meeting lips, and their pheromones spread disorderly around the bedroom gave them a great sense of fulfillment, no less than the pleasure below.
“Being with Your Highness again like this, ugh…”
Cayden whispered to Assad, who was kissing his Adam’s apple. He deeply inhaled Assad’s scent, which was sweet enough to make the tip of his tongue ache for no reason.
“I wanted to be connected again…”
The words were not finished. At that moment, Cayden, whose strength suddenly gave out, sat down completely, causing Assad’s dick to be deeply, thickly buried inside him. A silent pleasure, more intense than ever before, covered the two.
Assad embraced Cayden, whose strength had drained. It was a reflexive action. With the embrace that brought their bodies tightly together, the penetration deepened even more. The inner walls squeezed his dick as if about to cut it off. As if rushing deeper inside, the path narrowed.
‘Damn…’
His mind went completely blank. An uncontrollable excitement struck Assad’s entire body, making his teeth clench.
Feeling as if the blazing pleasure was robbing the world of its color, Assad climaxed. He poured himself entirely into his bride.
“…”
Cayden’s breath scattered over Assad’s platinum hair. His body, which had been trembling with pleasure that wouldn’t easily subside, had now gone limp. Cayden embraced Assad once more, who was still holding him tightly.
Assad, who had cursed inwardly, created a small distance between himself and Cayden. He held the hands that were trying to embrace him again as if disappointed by the loosened embrace, and instead gave him a brief kiss.
“Cayden.”
“…”
“Are you alright?”
Assad asked.
There was no time to be lost in the afterglow of pleasure. Assad grasped Cayden’s cheek and checked his face. The man’s eyes, unable to meet his gaze directly, looked hazy. It wasn’t the look of someone in pain. Rather, what was spectacular was his own face reflected in those cloudy eyes. He looked like someone who had lost his senses.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
