He could do what he pleased. That’s what Seiyad wants, too.
The sheer weight of that realization sent a wave of mental ecstasy through Ressas. As Seiyad spoke, Ressas came, semen oozing from the tip of his swollen glans. The veins in his forearm—clutching the bed—popped as his body trembled slightly. His chest rose and fell violently with ragged breaths. Panting, his disheveled gaze met Seiyad’s. Just locking eyes made him feel a maddening pleasure surging within him. He felt deeply, overwhelmingly connected.
“I want to feel Seiyad right now, too.”
Just facing each other made him feel like their emotions were in perfect sync—but Ressas knew there was an even deeper level of connection. Anticipation and excitement made his thighs quiver faintly as he aligned his still-ejaculating cock with Seiyad’s loosened entrance.
Despite having just climaxed, his arousal hadn’t waned. On the contrary—it was intensifying, nearly impossible to bear. Unable to resist any longer, Ressas began to push in with desperate movements. The cum coating his glans served as lubricant, easing the way as he slipped further inside.
“Hah… hah… ah…”
As his flesh parted and his inner muscles relaxed, Seiyad tilted his chin back and shuddered. Ressas, watching his lover’s face closely, saw no trace of pain. Even so, he cautiously tried to move slowly. Struggling to hold back, he was suddenly pulled into a tight embrace around the neck.
“Ressas, please… all the way… just hurry and put it in…”
“But it’ll hurt…”
His voice trembled with concern, whispering against his lover’s desperate plea. But Seiyad lifted his hips and pressed forward on his own. Their bodies snapped closer together, and Ressas’s cock plunged in deep. The pleasure—coiled tightly around his shaft—erupted all at once, making him gasp.
“Haah… o-oh…!”
A wave of blinding ecstasy slammed into him, enough to make his vision black out. It shot through his spine, exploding in his mind. The heat wrapping around him felt like it could melt his entire being. It was so intense, so consuming, that he truly believed their bodies might fuse into one.
“Seiyad… inside… it’s too—haah—it’s so hot… I think I’m losing it… it feels too good…”
“I feel good too. Don’t worry about hurting me… It doesn’t hurt…”
Seiyad, face flushed and expression dazed, wrapped his arms around him tighter, whispering like a lullaby. Looking up at Ressas with glazed eyes, he gently calmed him.
“You can do whatever you want… if it means I get to feel you.”
That was when Ressas finally understood what Seiyad truly wanted. He didn’t want the restrained, cautious version of him—he wanted all of him, no matter how wild or animalistic. Even if Ressas acted on his darkest impulses, Seiyad would accept him.
“Yes… I will. Because you want it… No—I want it.”
Nodding like a madman, Ressas buried his face in Seiyad’s neck. Like a young beast curling up in its den, he burrowed into his lover and began to move freely. He threw away the restraint he’d always clung to and began to thrust without hesitation, plunging his hips into that welcoming warmth.
“Ha… ahh…!”
Seiyad’s insides were a place no one could see—hidden and soft, unlike anything on the outside. The wrinkled walls inside were already thrilling just to be buried in, but as he started moving, they clung tightly, sucking and squeezing his cock in ways that drove him to a frenzy. Every mindless thrust brought more friction, more heat, and Ressas lost himself in it completely.
“R-Ressas… ah… ah… it’s… too deep…!”
As he drove his cock in with full force, Seiyad whimpered. This vulnerable side—usually hidden behind strength—only emerged in bed. Ressas adored it. He was too precious, too beautiful. It felt like his heart might burst.
“Do you not like it? Is it too deep? Does it hurt?”
“Huh… ahh… ah… uh… ah!”
He should have stopped, but the way Seiyad’s body clung to him—swallowing his cock so completely—was too much to bear. He couldn’t stop. He wanted to give his whole self, to merge with Seiyad completely. With that desire burning through him, he kept plunging deeper. Every time he did, the tight entrance seemed to grip the tip of his glans like a vise, and Seiyad twitched and twisted his hips in response.
“Inside… it’s weird… Ressas… kuh… hah… huh…!”
“You don’t hate it, do you, Seiyad?”
“I… I don’t know… ah… hah… hah… ahh!”
He’d heard vaguely that if you went deep enough, it could reach another part of the intestines—but he had no idea how deep that really was. His thoughts were scattered, blurred by the only thing he could clearly feel: that Seiyad didn’t hate it. He wasn’t in pain. He wasn’t resisting. In fact, his body moved with Ressas’s, clutching him tighter with each up-and-down thrust.
“Ressas… ahh… ahh… it feels… strange… I’m wide awake… ah…!”
Each time the glans hit that deep spot, Seiyad threw his head back and moaned sharply. His eyes fluttered half-open, and his body trembled. The sight of him, overwhelmed and breathless, calling out his name—it was too much. Ressas burned the image into his memory, needing to move, to feel more, just to prove it was real.
“Uuh… huh…”
His abdomen, red and sore from the intense friction, throbbed with pain. But he didn’t care. He wasn’t thinking anymore. He was only focused on Seiyad—on being with Seiyad. And something was changing. Now, even the slightest push from his cock made Seiyad twitch and writhe. And when Ressas plunged deeper than before, Seiyad arched his back in a powerful spasm.
“Huh… ah… ah…!”
With his taut abs clenched and his body lifting off the bed, Seiyad’s face twisted into an utterly lewd expression, drenched in sweat and desire. His eyes were wide open, lips parted in a soundless cry. His chest heaved, and his hand clamped down on Ressas’s arm. Feeling the stiffness in his grip and the trembling in his whole body, Ressas looked down.
But nothing came out. Despite his painfully rigid erection, Seiyad hadn’t ejaculated. His body had clearly reached climax—his cock twitched violently, his breath was caught—but…
That’s when it hit him. Sometimes, when the pleasure is too intense, a partner can climax without releasing. He remembered reading that somewhere after becoming a guide. As he stared down blankly at Seiyad’s untouched tip, realization struck—this happened because it felt too good.
“Seiyad… I think I’m going to—haah—I’m gonna cum… ah… ah…!”
That thought alone made his brain melt. His insides boiled. The scene before him was so beautiful, so blissfully overwhelming, he thought he could die happy right then and there. Shuddering, Ressas buried himself as deep as he could. The moment he felt Seiyad’s walls tighten around him, as if to welcome him in, an urge stronger than anything he’d ever felt washed over him.
His belly clenched. His nerves sparked. He felt like he was going to lose control of everything.
“Seiyad… I feel… strange…!”
Unable to hold back any longer, a stream of hot release surged from his body. It gushed out with a sharp, overwhelming rush, filling Seiyad’s inner walls as it pulsed through his urethra. The flood of sensation was so intense it bordered on unbearable. Ressas gasped, eyes flying open as a tear slid down his cheek—he wasn’t sure the human body was even meant to feel this much pleasure.
“…Wait, Your Highness. Just now… inside… what was that…”
“I’m sorry. I lost control. I just… I love you so much, Seiyad, it drove me mad…”
As the euphoria began to ebb, a swell of emotion took its place. Shame tugged at Ressas’s chest—he had let go too much, too recklessly—but beneath it was an overwhelming, desperate love. Embarrassed by his own tears, he pressed soft kisses to Seiyad’s neck and cheeks, silently begging for acceptance. Seiyad held his head and whispered to him gently.
“It’s okay. I don’t mind. It’s just… something I’ve never experienced before.”
“…Really?”
“Yes. I like everything Your Highness does.”
“I like everything Seiyad does too.”
Still dazed from the afterglow, their eyes met. In Seiyad’s heat-flushed, gray irises, Ressas saw nothing but affection—and through the blur of his tears, he finally smiled. A low, affectionate laugh bubbled from Seiyad’s throat as he pulled Ressas into his arms.
Their naked bodies, slick with sweat, remained tangled together. Eyes full of tenderness and longing, they held each other close. The moonlight filtering in bathed them in soft shadows, making them look like lovers who had finally found peace—not the lonely, isolated souls they used to be.
The night deepened.
For the first time in ages, Seiyad dreamed of his parents. It must have been the day they were painting portraits of each other. He remembered how they had called little Cecilia and himself to come pose. The entire family was gathered, talking about nothing and everything, laughing over trivial things. A much younger Seiyad had been wandering near his father’s legs—legs that seemed so much longer back then—and he looked up to see his mother smiling at his father.
She looked so happy.
Seiyad had spent most of his life imagining what his mother must have been feeling. And yet, that day, her expression wasn’t one he had to guess at—it was pure joy, the kind she’d only shown in front of the man she loved. Drawn in by the unfamiliar glow on her face, young Seiyad approached her curiously.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
Tilting his head slightly, he asked,
“Mother, do you really love Father that much?”
“Of course. One day, you’ll meet someone you love, too. And when that happens, you’ll see—just being in the same world as them makes everything beautiful.”
At the time, Seiyad had worn that same puzzled expression he often did as a child. He hadn’t understood then. But now—now he realized he already knew what that feeling was. He had someone he loved more than anything in the world.
“Are you happy, Seiyad?”
The moment that realization dawned, his mother’s voice echoed gently. Looking up at her face, Seiyad saw no trace of the sorrow she’d worn the day she died. She looked calm—radiant—and as she smiled down at him, he gave his answer with a certainty he’d never had before.
“Yes, Mother.”
Serena Brosius smiled. A warm, serene smile unlike any she had ever shown in life, as if to say, You’re going to be just fine. She stroked her son’s head with a tenderness he had only imagined. That warmth lingered, holding him for a long, quiet moment—until the dream dissolved and morning came.
When Seiyad opened his eyes, the first thing he heard was birdsong. He blinked slowly, lifting his gaze to find a robin perched on the windowsill, chirping softly. The wind stirred through the cracked window, and the robin fluttered closer, landing just beside his pillow.
Seiyad watched the little creature scurry around, then unexpectedly burst into laughter. A moment later, he heard soft footsteps approaching. Turning his head, he saw Ressas walking toward the bed, a frostflower in hand. Lightly dressed, clearly having risen earlier, he offered a warm smile.
“Good morning, Seiyad.”
That voice—so gentle, so dear—sounded like it belonged to someone who would never leave. Seiyad looked up from where he lay, taking the flower as Ressas handed it to him. The anxious haze that had clung to him upon waking had completely lifted. Everything—Ressas, the flower, the morning light—was finally where it was meant to be.
“Good morning, Your Highness.”
And it truly was an extraordinarily good morning.
[End of Side Story ]
