Fingers dug into the flesh of his ass, gripping tightly, and with that, the thrusts went deeper. As soft legs wrapped around him, Blaine let out sharp, gasping breaths, flailing his arms until he caught hold of the shoulders in front of him.
“H-Hurel, don’t… Hurel…”
“Ugh, seriously…”
His name, drawn out hoarsely and laced with a metallic rasp—likely from just waking—caused its owner to furrow his brows faintly and bite down hard on his lower lip. A chill ran down Blaine’s spine, and suddenly, he jolted with a gasp, shuddering.
“Ah, hurts… why… it got… bigger…” he babbled incoherently in broken phrases, a dazed mess of words that barely made sense. The honeybee squirmed as if to flee, but Hurel stopped just short of pushing him down again and instead pulled him into a tight embrace—like hugging a doll close.
“Blaine, this is your fault. Really. You have no idea how I felt when you left without a word. And then, to find you sprawled out with your legs spread open in the Adonis flower field? My heart nearly stopped.”
“Ado… nis…?”
“If I’d been even a little later, who knows what might’ve happened to you…”
His cheeks puffed out like a sulky child, and he rubbed his face against Blaine’s while pressing a stiff, prominent bulge against him. His eyes glared in a mock-reproachful way, as if scolding him. Blaine sniffled, a single tear clinging to the corner of his eye.
“I… I don’t really remember…”
“You seriously don’t remember making a scene in the middle of the road, completely in heat from the Adonis flower’s nectar? Your insides had practically melted. If I hadn’t arrived in time, it would’ve been a disaster.”
Good thing I shoved my cock in just in time.
The words were said so nonchalantly, in such a calm tone, that Blaine nodded instinctively—then suddenly froze. Wait… What did those pretty lips just say? Shoved what in? Did I just hear something absolutely obscene…?
“U-Um… thanks… for saving…”
“Forget thank you. Shouldn’t you be apologizing instead?”
“Uh…? S-Sorry…”
Why am I apologizing…? No, isn’t this where a thank-you makes more sense? Confused, Blaine mumbled out a stammered apology, eyes darting everywhere. But then, just as he started to recover, Hurel leaned in and gently kissed his swollen eyelid, his expression as serene as if to say, I forgive you.
Then came a kiss to the other eyelid, the tip of his nose, and both cheeks. When he leaned back slightly, Blaine was left staring into the stunning face before him, smiling sweetly.
“You did well, Bee-Bee.”
“Hnn, ah…”
Fingers traced gently over his cheeks and jawline, leaving Blaine dazed and floating in bliss. He blinked, hazy-eyed. Wait… Did I just hear something weird?
Hold on. What did that beautiful spider just call me?
Did he seriously just call me Bee-Bee?
“You’re really tired, aren’t you? Just sleep a bit longer. It’s okay.”
“W-Wait, Hurel, just now… what did you…”
Bee-Bee? Why would he call me something that disgustingly sweet? More importantly, how the hell does such a cutesy nickname fit a big, burly honeybee warrior like—ah!
“H-Hey, don’t—why are you touching—hii!”
“Come on, close your eyes. I’ll keep touching you here until you fall asleep. So you can sleep soundly.”
“I-I don’t—haaah!”
Fingers softly, delicately caressed the apricot-toned areola and the now-erect, trembling nub. The gentleness was unbearable—it felt like being tickled by the softest fluff. Blaine tried to resist, but with something so massive still buried deep inside his body, it was hopeless.
“Hnnng, o-okay, fine—I’ll sleep! Just stop—hahng, huh!”
“Heh, so cute.”
Hurel stifled a chuckle, then started lightly pinching Blaine’s nipples with his sharp nails. One hand that had been wrapped around Blaine’s waist now slid up to massage the other side of his chest thoroughly.
To an outsider, it might’ve looked like the spider was just toying with the honeybee on a whim. But Hurel was quite serious. He had a grand plan: to train this honeybee so he wouldn’t be able to sleep without having his chest fondled first.
“Fuck… shit, I’m so fucking turned on I can’t take it.”
“Eh…? What did you just say…?”
“Shh. Go to sleep. Good boy.”
…Or maybe he was just toying with him on impulse.
“Hnnngh….”
As Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, a single tear rolled down his cheek. His brows furrowed tightly, and he trembled all over, pretending to sleep. Watching this, Hurel let out a soft, low laugh again. Then he wrapped his arms tightly around Blaine’s neck and pulled him in, their bodies pressed snugly together.
The warm body that fit against his so perfectly, the overwhelming fullness in his belly, the kisses that tickled like a feather falling… and the fingers gently stroking the back of his head—bit by bit, all of it dragged Blaine back toward unconsciousness.
So Blaine, forgetting all the questions he still meant to ask, slowly drifted off to sleep.
***
“…Hey!”
“Anyway, today, I’ll cook something delicious for once—”
Speaking up so cheerfully was definitely not Blaine’s way of distracting himself from last night—or rather, the early dawn memory he’d rather die than remember. Or so he desperately hoped.
The spider, now well-accustomed to a refined morning ritual of sipping black tea, glanced up briefly to look at Blaine.
“Still, I’d feel guilty if I just freeloaded until the end.”
“Don’t joke like that. Who said this is the end?”
“Uh… huh?”
The tone was so calm, it almost sounded like he was reciting poetry. Blaine blinked in confusion. What the hell? Did he not understand anything I just said? The absurdity left him speechless.
Oh right. This breathtakingly pretty creature in front of me… wasn’t exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer. Blaine took a breath and explained his situation again—this time with simpler, more direct language.
“So, the moth I met yesterday said there’s a Sage somewhere who heals injured insects. I can’t be sure, but I figured I should at least try to find him.”
Better than just sitting around doing nothing. Still, the spider didn’t respond, merely lifted his teacup and brought it to his lips, hiding his expression. That’s why Blaine didn’t catch the words muttered quietly behind that cup.
Should’ve let you keep babbling. Would’ve made killing you easier.
“Now that I think about it, calling this the ‘last time’ sounds kind of final, doesn’t it? Who knows—if things go well, I’ll come back! I’ll even bring a present.”
Anyway, I owe you a lot. Blaine smiled sheepishly, clearly more cheerful than he had been before. For some reason, seeing that bright expression made something boil deep in Hurel’s gut—like lava bubbling inside. To counter the heat, he downed his still-steaming tea all at once, as if to burn the feeling away.
“Blaine, do you really have to leave? It’s dangerous for a honeybee to travel alone.”
“Um, well…”
“And besides… what am I supposed to do without you? Is it really that easy for you to leave me?”
“Uh…?”
Hurel’s silvery threads glistened faintly with dew as his eyes lowered, full of sorrow. The heavy sigh he let out carried such ache that it looked like he might burst into diamond-like tears any second.
Suddenly, Blaine felt like the scumbag who was abandoning a devoted, beautiful lover. He stammered, unable to form a coherent response. What… what is this feeling!?
“I-I mean… I’m sorry, it’s not like I want to leave you. But I can’t live like this forever, you know…?”
“What’s so wrong with ‘this’? I think you’re adorable just the way you are…!”
“Wait—what!?”
Blaine looked like someone had just smacked him in the back of the head with a club. Mouth agape, he stared at the spider who had casually dropped that bomb of a statement. Hurel, meanwhile, looked indignant—tears brimming in his eyes, cheeks flushed bright red, completely unaware of how outrageous his words were.
Shouldn’t I be the one angry here!?
“Ahem… Look, Hurel, you’re… a bit clueless, or rather, you’re a spider, so you might not understand—but to honeybees, our stingers are extremely, extremely important. Like, more than life itself. To give you a comparison… they’re as important as our wings. Well, the wings are more important, but still. You get what I’m saying, right?”
