In the blink of an eye, the atmosphere around Ressas shifted. He had been only half-sitting, but now he bolted upright, veins standing out stark and blue along his neck. A sudden, consuming desire flickered across his once-pale, ethereal face, and his slender fingers clenched with surprising force.
Seiyad felt his hair yanked tight by that grip—sharp enough to sting—and an unexpected thrill rippled down his spine. His eyes widened slightly as he looked up from between Ressas’s legs, his mouth still wrapped around him. Their gazes locked. Startled by his own aggression, Ressas visibly flinched and loosened his hold, but the sight of Seiyad’s lips still wrapped around him made his fingers twitch involuntarily.
Silence stretched between them, thick with intensity. Seiyad stared, taking in every inch of Ressas’s expression. This… I’ve never seen this side of him before.
Ressas, usually so composed and mature for his age, now looked raw and unguarded—unsure of how to handle his own surging instincts. The sight thrilled Seiyad. He wanted to claim all of Ressas’s hidden desires—desires even Ressas had barely begun to understand himself.
His heart thundered as he gave in to the heat rising inside him. Slowly, he lowered his head again, never breaking eye contact, and parted his lips. He took the flushed tip into his mouth, prompting Ressas to gasp sharply.
This time, Ressas didn’t tug his hair as hard—perhaps trying to restrain himself. But the hesitant grip in his soft gray hair wasn’t nearly enough for Seiyad. Wanting more, he deliberately provoked him, slowly flicking his tongue across the sensitive head, already slick with precum. The taste—salty and faintly sweet—made his chest swell with satisfaction. This is Ressas’s taste.
“Eid, please, stop…!”
As the stimulation ramped up far beyond what mere contact could offer, Ressas let out a broken, pleading voice. His resistance only fueled Seiyad’s desire to push further. Like a feline playing with its prey, he stopped teasing and opened his throat, taking in as much of Ressas’s cock as he could.
“Ah, uh, ah…!”
Truthfully, Seiyad had no idea if he was doing this right. His experience with intimacy was limited, and only with women—and not much even then. He’d always held back with Aster. This was unfamiliar territory.
Still, he had a rough sense of what to do. He opened his mouth wider, relaxed his throat, and ran his tongue along the shaft, remembering that firm pressure with lips and deep suction felt good. He followed the vague fragments of knowledge he’d picked up somewhere, hunching his broad shoulders in concentration. One hand rested on Ressas’s taut abdomen, the other gripped the base of his shaft. It was thick and hot, nearly too large for his hand to encircle, and even his own touch sent a tremor through him.
Then came the harsh tug.
Seiyad looked up instinctively, breaking focus for a moment. Ressas’s hand was trembling as it clenched his hair, and his face was a picture of raw arousal—eyes blown wide, lips parted in shallow gasps, chest heaving.
“Eid… please… I can’t hold back.”
His voice was barely a whisper now, rough and low. Seiyad could feel the cock in his mouth growing harder still, slicker with need. In response, he sucked harder, shifted his head to angle better, and made it clear: I’m not stopping.
He ran his tongue along the thick shaft, licked the underside, and pressed his lips tighter, deepening the suction.
That was when Ressas snapped.
The violet in his eyes dimmed, overtaken by a carnal gleam. He gripped Seiyad’s hair with brutal force and shoved his head down, driving himself deep into his throat. The sudden intrusion made Seiyad gag—the tip hitting the back of his throat hard. A choking sound escaped him as he struggled to breathe, a tremor arching down his spine, his lower back tightening from the intensity.
This rough, unrestrained movement was completely unlike Ressas—and that contrast only stoked Seiyad’s lust. He let himself be used, let his head be pulled in until his nose was buried against Ressas’s groin.
His body moved on instinct now. He clung to Ressas’s hips for balance, his world narrowing to sensation—his breath cut off, heart hammering, mind buzzing. The scent of Ressas—clean yet musky, heavy with arousal—flooded his senses every time Ressas thrust into his throat.
That cock, which once carried the chill of winter streams, was now slick with saliva, dripping down to his chin. Each time his forehead bumped against Ressas’s pale, toned stomach, Seiyad became acutely aware of the smoothness of Ressas’s skin, and a surge of heat roared through him.
The thick, hard cock thrusting relentlessly into his throat… the warmth, the taste, the unmistakable evidence of how much Ressas wanted him—it drove Seiyad wild. His own body had long since responded. Trapped inside tight leather pants, his cock ached to the point of pain. He felt feverish, head spinning with the rush.
Saliva spilled in messy trails down his jaw and neck, his disheveled gray hair clutched tightly in Ressas’s fist. Ressas’s body trembled, a telltale sign of his approaching climax. Despite his lack of experience, he had held out longer than expected.
The hand gripping his hair now held with punishing strength. No longer was only half of Ressas inside him—his head was forced down until the tip of the shaft hit the back of his throat, nearly cutting off all air. It was overwhelming.
With a muffled groan, Seiyad pressed a pale hand against Ressas’s stomach—not enough to push him away completely, but a signal. Even so, the subtle resistance only seemed to excite Ressas further.
At that moment, the semen that had been pent up for so long spilled into Seiyad’s mouth. Bitter, viscous, and sticky, the thick fluid flooded his throat.
“Ugh… ugh… huff… ngh…”
His nose stung, and tears welled in his eyes. Swallowing back the instinct to gag, Seiyad kept all of Ressas’s release in his mouth. The ejaculation lasted longer than expected. Ressas’s body tensed as the climax went on—nearly a full minute—before he suddenly snapped back to awareness and let go in a rush.
“Eid!”
With a panicked shout, Ressas pulled away. His face had gone pale as he quickly lifted Seiyad by the shoulders, stammering apologies.
“I—I’m sorry. I was too rough. Ah… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…!”
Seiyad, having just let Ressas’s cock slip from his lips, frowned faintly as he looked up at him. After spending nearly thirty minutes with a cock in his mouth, his expression twitched in subtle discomfort. His lashes fluttered, and then—almost absentmindedly—he rolled the semen around in his mouth with his tongue.
The moment Ressas realized this, he looked like he might faint.
“Please… please spit it out. I’m begging you…”
Tilting his head slightly, Seiyad gazed at him. The taste wasn’t exactly pleasant—not even something he could pretend to enjoy—but he didn’t find it repulsive, either. What stirred him wasn’t the flavor itself, but the fact that this bitter fluid had come from Ressas. That thought alone sent a thrill through him. And strangely, he had no desire to waste it.
Blinking his gray eyes slowly, he swallowed it all.
Ressas’s eyes flew open wide. Stunned, flushed to his ears, he stared at Seiyad as if his mind had gone completely blank. Thinking that perhaps Ressas had truly been shocked into a daze, Seiyad wiped his damp lips with the back of his hand and said,
“Your Highness swallowed mine last time without hesitation. And honestly? It’s not that bad. You really don’t have to—”
He didn’t get to finish.
In a flash, he was pulled forward—his body yanked with inhuman strength and slammed down. Ressas pinned him to the bed in a single, fluid movement. Before Seiyad could react, Ressas captured his lips in a hard, desperate kiss. His large hands cradled Seiyad’s cheeks as he leaned in, torso arched protectively over him.
There was no gentleness in the kiss. Ressas’s tongue invaded with reckless urgency, sweeping across Seiyad’s own, tasting every inch. He licked deep inside his cheek, sucking on his tongue as if searching for the lingering taste. Only after thoroughly exploring his mouth did Ressas pull back slightly and whisper hoarsely,
“Do I… taste good to you, Eid? Did you like it?”
Their faces were close enough that their noses nearly touched. Unlike before, Ressas’s gaze was sharply focused, but something in it was unhinged—wild. His violet eyes burned like white-hot flames, intense and transparent. The fingers clutching Seiyad’s cheek tightened just enough to hurt.
“…Yeah. It tasted good.”
It hadn’t been particularly delicious—but Seiyad replied without thinking, as though entranced.
The moment the words left his lips, Ressas’s expression transformed. His eyes lit up with something akin to madness—joy so overwhelming it left no room for sanity. With a blissful smile, he began placing kisses all over Seiyad’s face.
From cheek to lips, from chin to forehead, then down the bridge of his nose—he pressed his lips wherever he could reach. He even kissed Seiyad’s closed eyelids before moving again. Then, tracing along the line of his sharp jaw, he sank his teeth into the thick, pale column of Seiyad’s neck. A strange shiver danced over Seiyad’s skin as Ressas’s white teeth grazed the delicate flesh.
“Ah…”
At the unfamiliar sensation, Seiyad flinched and twisted his body slightly. Ressas, panting roughly, paused. Then he grazed Seiyad’s neck again with his teeth—testing his reaction. Though Seiyad’s physique was naturally durable, his skin was thin and prone to marking. The pale surface of his neck quickly began to show red.
He’d always bruised easily—even from tree branches—so Ressas’s bites left obvious traces. Seeing the marks blossom across his neck, Ressas’s eyes gleamed with a sharp, possessive hunger, and he pressed his face into the skin there.
“Your Highness… my neck…”
Every time Ressas exhaled, his hot breath spread a tingling heat across Seiyad’s skin. Each brush of lips, each flick of tongue made Seiyad squirm. The sensation was strange, foreign, and slowly, it felt like his entire body was melting.
When Ressas finally dragged his tongue wickedly up the firm, corded muscle of Seiyad’s neck, a choked moan slipped out—one that sounded nothing like him.
“Huh, ugh… ah—ngh…!”
The sensation was unbearable—a maddening tickle spreading through his neck and spine, as though his body were dissolving into heat. Eyes wide, Seiyad grabbed onto Ressas’s shoulders in reflex. As he clung tightly, overwhelmed by this frighteningly new pleasure, he became aware of something.
There were eyes on him—dark, intense, devouring.
Beast-like eyes stared up at him from beneath. They were black as night, wild and blazing, as if they intended to consume him whole. And just as Seiyad sensed that something was about to happen—
Ressas’s hand moved, reaching swiftly downward.
