The face, once twisted in pain, gradually softened into a gentle smile as Ressas gazed down blankly. Then, without a word, he embraced Seiyad. Responding to the arms digging firmly into his back, Seiyad wrapped his own around Ressas’s neck.
Their bare, sweat-slicked bodies pressed together with no space between them. Heat radiated from their skin, sticking them tightly together. Their pounding hearts throbbed in unison, indistinguishable from one another, as a wave of intense affection melted and flowed between them.
“I love you, Eid.”
Ressas whispered the words through tear-streaked cheeks, trembling in Seiyad’s arms like a boy struggling to express emotions too vast to name. The depth of feeling in his voice made it clear—he was overwhelmed by something far beyond what words could contain.
Seiyad understood. This sacred emotion could only be conveyed through the simple words I love you—there were no others that could suffice.
“I love you too. So, haah… please… leave your mark on me.”
Seiyad murmured as he cradled Ressas’s bowed head, his voice trembling with vulnerability. Ignoring the pain coursing through him, he deliberately lifted his hips, guiding Ressas forward. As the tense, clenched muscles inside him finally gave way, Ressas’s cock sank deeper in a single movement. Even though it felt like his body was being split apart, it still wasn’t fully inside.
Rubbing his face against Seiyad’s collarbone, Ressas seemed overwhelmed by the sensation. He suddenly lifted his head to meet Seiyad’s eyes, his gaze boiling with intensity. The arms clutching Seiyad’s back flexed with tension—and then Ressas began to move.
Keeping their upper bodies tightly pressed together, he shifted only his hips. The sheer strength behind each motion—driven by powerful legs and hips far sturdier than Seiyad’s—was beyond anything Seiyad had expected. The force of each thrust left him breathless, as though his organs were being compressed and crushed.
“Huh, huh, ugh… kuhk…”
Seiyad gasped, throwing his head back under the weight of it all. He knew that relaxing would bring Ressas more pleasure, but it was far easier said than done. He had never imagined himself in this position—never even considered it—and didn’t know how to surrender his body in this way.
“Does it hurt a lot, Eid?”
“No… it’s okay… hoo… huh… it’s okay.”
Though his entire body trembled, Ressas couldn’t ignore the pain etched in Seiyad’s voice. To comfort him, Seiyad shook his head. The truth was, the pain was bearable. It was like the tearing of flesh—but compared to the agony of being gutted by a monster’s claws, this was nothing.
More than that, he was alive. Every time Ressas moved, the sharp bursts of pain were vivid reminders that they were alive. That this was real. And with that realization, the constant dread gnawing at Seiyad began to ease. This was joy. This was happiness.
“Just… do as you please…”
Maybe it was because he was getting used to it, but the pain felt like it was fading. Drenched in heat and haze, Seiyad latched onto a comforting idea. Even though Ressas didn’t have healing abilities, being with a Guide always sped up a Tither’s recovery. Maybe…
“Ah… huh…!”
A sudden jolt made Seiyad flinch, and a gasp escaped his lips. It was when Ressas’s cock, which had been plunging deeper and deeper, finally hit its limit. When the slightly curved tip scraped against the inside of his belly, an overwhelming pleasure exploded up Seiyad’s spine.
“…Eid.”
Ressas blinked, having been carefully watching him. Not missing the change in expression, he slowly dipped his head to kiss Seiyad’s neck and moved again, this time with intent. His hips pulled back slowly, dragging along the soft inner walls, then rammed forward sharply, striking that same inner spot.
“Huh, ah…! Heuk… hoo… huh… Ressas…!”
Seiyad’s whole body shivered as the surge of pleasure struck. His breath caught, and startled, he gripped Ressas’s shoulders with trembling hands. His short nails dug in reflexively. His hips, which had been tense in pain, relaxed for an entirely different reason. His own length, which had gone flaccid from earlier discomfort, swelled rapidly from the stimulation.
“Do you like it here?”
Ressas’s voice was low but certain. His eyes glowed with a strange, heady ecstasy as he pressed kisses to the nape of Seiyad’s neck. Seiyad tried to form a reply, but the answer was already clear.
His thick brows were furrowed, and his sharp eyes twisted in helpless pleasure. Seeing Seiyad’s face utterly undone, Ressas’s eyes gleamed with fierce hunger. He curved his body into a tighter hold and slowly pulled his hips back again. As the thick cock that had been pressing against that spot withdrew, Seiyad instinctively clenched his hands—but Ressas moved before he could react.
Thud!
A loud smack rang out as Ressas’s hips slammed forward, driving himself deep. The sudden, forceful thrust that pierced the same inner spot made Seiyad’s mouth fall open in silence, his back arching like a bow.
“….!”
His eyes flew wide open, throat tight, as his thighs trembled uncontrollably. Before he could even process the sensation, Ressas began to move in earnest, surrendering to the desire he had held back.
“It must be here. They say there’s a spot men like… Eid, it’s deep inside you…”
Ressas whispered in a dazed voice, a blissful smile curving his lips. His eyes, clouded with lust and intoxicated joy, sparkled as if he had uncovered a secret treasure. He could no longer restrain himself—his pace grew steadily faster. Even though he had never learned, he moved with an instinctual rhythm, as though his body knew what to do from the very beginning.
“Haa… ha… huh…! Ressas… wait… heuk… ah…!”
The cock pulled back until it felt like it would drag everything inside out—then slammed in again with brutal force. The tempo quickened with each stroke. The lewd slap of his balls hitting Seiyad’s ass rang out clearly, loud and wet with every merciless thrust.
“Huh… huh… too… fast… kuhk…!”
Each time that thickness returned and rammed home, Seiyad was flooded with a pleasure so intense it was maddening. His head buzzed, his belly tingled like static. The stimulation bursting from his core spread in waves, tingling up his spine, making his eyes roll back. His body felt like it was melting.
“Eid… inside… too… haa… I feel like I’m losing my mind…”
Ressas groaned, his voice rough and ragged. Though he had been watching Seiyad’s face intently, he could no longer contain himself. He moved with wild abandon, grabbing Seiyad’s legs as if to pull him in closer, as if to possess him completely.
The wooden bed creaked violently beneath them, barely holding their combined weight. Their harsh breathing and the slick sound of skin on skin filled the air in a chaotic chorus. With no room for restraint or reason, they gave in to each other fully.
Their bodies stayed locked together, and Seiyad’s legs, wrapped around by Ressas, shook without pause. It was a carnal, vulnerable display—one that shattered the image of the mighty Grand Duke of the North, the strongest man in all of Solias. It was a side no one who knew him would ever expect… and yet, it was impossibly captivating.
Seiyad’s entire body was drenched in sweat, flushed with heat. His broad, muscular chest rose and fell with every breath, contrasting sharply with his slender waist that trembled and arched with each thrust. His thighs were spread wide, shamelessly welcoming Ressas between them. But the most striking image of all was Seiyad’s face—tilted back, moaning, utterly undone.
The cold, austere beauty who had once seemed untouched by desire now had gray eyes clouded with ecstasy, spilling moans so lewd they were arousing in and of themselves.
“Ungh, huh, Ressas, ah, ah, haak, more, more…!”
Seiyad had always been impulsive when it came to Ressas, and once pleasure overtook him, his reason unraveled in an instant. Knowing that Ressas embraced him completely, Seiyad quickly forgot his earlier doubts and fears. Instead, he was swept away by the wave of pleasure that crashed over him again and again.
It was overwhelming—far beyond anything he’d ever experienced. The sensation where their bodies joined was dangerously addictive, deeper and more intense than any fleeting encounter he’d once used to ease his loneliness. For the first time, he understood how people could lose themselves to lust.
He loved this act.
“I love you, Eid. I love you, Eid, Eid, Eid… Eid… I love you, Eid…”
Ressas responded faithfully to Seiyad’s desperate, mindless pleas. With a strength that defied belief, he thrust into Seiyad relentlessly, whispering declarations of love through half-maddened eyes. His words filled Seiyad’s ears, soaking into his skin. Bathed in that comforting voice, Seiyad forgot all shame and clung to Ressas even more.
“Ah, ah, ah, it’s good—so good—kuh, too—ah, damn it… ah…!”
He felt like he’d explode if he didn’t let it out—if he didn’t say something to ease the tension building inside.
Moaning with abandon, Seiyad unconsciously tightened around Ressas. The deeper Ressas moved in and out of the stretched, tingling ring of muscle, the more the clenching sensation drove him wild.
The intense stimulation from the clinging inner walls became unbearable, and Ressas began to show signs he was nearing his climax.
His thrusts grew faster, harder, more erratic. Seiyad was shaken senseless by the onslaught, reduced to broken gasps. His vision went white. Saliva escaped his parted lips, sliding down his chin and neck. And when he instinctively realized Ressas was close, Seiyad too felt his own end racing toward him—this pleasure so intense it bordered on agony.
He was going to come. It was like nothing he’d ever known. A violent rush surged through his entire body, as though he were melting, as though his heart would burst.
“Ah, ah, ah!”
His eyes rolled back. His wet lashes fluttered, gray irises barely visible. His lips parted wide, spilling a moan that sounded like it came from the depths of his soul. Seiyad arched, curled his toes, and shuddered as climax overtook him.
The neglected cock between his legs, untouched and dripping fluid for so long, spasmed and released, spurting hot semen. The warm release stained Ressas’s abdomen where it pressed against Seiyad’s stomach.
As Seiyad convulsed through the peak, Ressas collapsed onto him, burying his forehead against Seiyad’s chest. His breath was heavy and thick with musk. He rubbed his face along the firm ridge between Seiyad’s pecs, as though he could brand the moment into memory, listening to the heartbeat that thundered wildly beneath the skin.
With the sound pounding in his ears, Ressas finally stopped moving. The thick shaft that had been plunging into the very core of Seiyad’s body now throbbed and pulsed. He had come as well. The release poured deep inside, pooling at the innermost point it could reach, so much so that Seiyad’s stomach felt distended from the pressure.
Haa…
A hush settled over them, the silence after the storm. Only the sound of their ragged breathing lingered, echoing faintly. In that quiet, as if time itself had paused, Seiyad clutched the hand resting on his shoulder. Even after climaxing, the aftershocks made his body tremble, drawn out by the lingering warmth.
He began to return to himself when he felt the wetness of Ressas’s tears against his chest. Alarmed, he reached up and gently lifted Ressas’s head. As their eyes met, Seiyad cupped his cheek. As he expected, his face was streaked with tears. His black hair clung to his forehead, and his gem-like eyes shimmered—so beautiful that Seiyad instinctively flinched before quickly calling his name.
“Your Highness? Are you okay?”
Ressas responded in a voice thick with emotion, soft and plaintive. Tears welled anew in those luminous eyes and trailed down his cheeks.
“…I like you, Eid. I love you…”
A sorrow seemed to leak from him—something heavy, something fragile—as if his heart was buckling beneath the weight of his emotions.
“Yes, I love you too.”
“You’re the one I love most… more than anything in this world…”
Ressas whispered the words like a prayer, a confession repeated through the ache in his chest. Seiyad, understanding the source of his tears, gently wiped his lover’s cheeks and smiled.
“So you cried like a child, huh?”
“…I didn’t mean to cry… but you’re just so beautiful… I couldn’t help it…”
Ressas nuzzled into Seiyad’s palm like a loyal pup, placing his own hand over Seiyad’s. He kissed the center of Seiyad’s palm, then slowly lowered his head again, resting it back on Seiyad’s chest as before.
“I can hear your heart. Every time I move… it beats so fast… It’s driving me crazy…”
His other hand began to caress Seiyad’s ribcage, fingertips grazing along the skin as though searching for something. Seiyad soon realized what he was doing. He was searching for the scar—where the blade had once pierced through bone and heart.
Even now, even in this moment of love, Ressas was still haunted. Even as he held the person he cherished most, he was searching for the evidence of when he’d had to kill him.
Seiyad saw the guilt trembling in those pretty fingertips and moved his lips slightly. It had been a moment too terrible for him to imagine, and he couldn’t presume to offer comfort for something he hadn’t lived through himself. So instead, he said something else.
“It’s beating fast because I love you that much. So go ahead—listen all you want.”
Ressas lifted his head slightly. Seiyad smiled at his lover, who stared at him with a dazed expression, caught off guard. Pressing his cheek softly with the same hand still resting on his face, Seiyad whispered again.
“I love you.”
“…And I… love you so, so much…”
Finally freed from the lingering shadows of the past, Ressas wrapped him in a fierce embrace. Seiyad gladly endured the suffocating hug, ruffling his hair with a soft hand. The silky strands slipping through his fingers felt like a blessing.
“Then please, keep making my heart race like this, Your Highness. Don’t think about anything else. Just hold on to moments like today. That’s all I ask.”
Ressas nodded. His face glowed—so unguarded, so bright it was almost childlike. His smile was pure joy, brighter than anyone else in the world. Seiyad looked at that face, now free of sorrow, and knew—they could go on like this. The pain in their souls might rise again from time to time, but they would overcome it, soothing the ache with new memories, filling the emptiness with love.
“I will, Eid.”
“I know you will.”
A soft laugh escaped Seiyad’s lips, and Ressas echoed it with a quiet chuckle of his own. His eyes sparkled as he looked at Seiyad with infinite tenderness, then settled atop him again. They stayed that way, wrapped in each other, listening to the gentle crackling of the fire and each other’s breathing.
Sleep came slowly, peacefully. For the first time, Seiyad felt this warm, lazy drowsiness seeping through his bones—and he welcomed it, utterly content. He let himself sink into Ressas’s warmth, more comforting than any mantle of fur. As long as Ressas held him, he could fall asleep anywhere in the world.
Just before sleep fully claimed him, he heard a whisper—soft, tender, laced with love—floating just beyond the firelight.
“Good night, my moon.”
It was a greeting he hadn’t heard in so long, one that had become a lullaby. It soothed him deeply. Surrounded by the steady beat of a heart, the enveloping warmth, gentle touches, and a love so full it left no space for fear, Seiyad finally drifted into slumber.
For the first time since Ressas had awakened, he slept soundly.
Okay that was very sweet. I almost forgive y’all for the lack of prep.
Seiyad’s brows furrowing instead of tenting when he’s mid-coitus is my bread and butter fr
By furrowing I mean ‘angry eyebrows’ (inner part arches down while outer part goes up)
I love it when people still look fierce while bottoming.