Chapter 5. Haetae (6)
Ronen tried to sleep, but it was fleeting. No matter what he thought about, his mind kept drifting back to the same place—if he didn’t do something, he’d end up making a fool of himself in front of Eckart. He didn’t want to show this obscene side of himself, didn’t want to reveal just how irredeemable he was.
Shame aside, he simply didn’t want Eckart to see him like this. Maybe because, deep down, Eckart still believed in him. Maybe because he still prayed for redemption, still held out hope for forgiveness.
He might even lose control and throw himself at him. Even now, all he could think about was straddling Eckart’s powerful, burning body, taking him deep inside.
He wanted those large, rough hands to wrap around him, gripping him with brutal strength, stroking him until he shattered. He wanted fingers to invade him like they had before—probing, thrusting, ruining him until he fell apart completely.
Before it was too late, he decided to take care of it himself. Or maybe he was just making excuses—he wasn’t sure he could hold back any longer.
His bound hands fumbled to his already slick, throbbing length. The moment he wrapped his fingers around it, pleasure jolted through him, making his body twitch. He stroked harder, faster, lost in sensation.
“Ah…… Nn, hah, ah—!”
He was beyond reason now, moving frantically, his breath ragged, his vision blurring. His chin trembled as moans spilled from his lips. Just a little more—he was almost there. He clenched his eyes shut, holding his breath—
The door burst open.
Ronen’s eyes flew wide, his body freezing mid-motion. In the dim, moonlit darkness, only Eckart’s piercing gaze burned through the shadows.
He rolled over hastily, his mind snapping back to clarity—but his overheated body still trembled, betraying him. He didn’t know what to do.
It was still hours until dawn. The world outside was dark, the moonlight faint. There was no reason Eckart should be here—
His hand still clenched around his aching length, Ronen panted, blinking rapidly. Sweat-soaked hair clung to his skin, the cool strands a stark contrast to the heat still coursing through him. His cock throbbed in his grip, every sensation confirming this was no dream.
Swallowing hard, he forced his shocked mind to work. Maybe he didn’t see. It’s too dark. Should I pull the blanket over myself? Pretend I’m asleep? But that would be too unnatural. Panic made his movements clumsy as he tried to turn away.
Thud. Thud. Eckart’s footsteps drew closer. Ronen’s heart pounded as the man reached the bedside. He could feel Eckart’s gaze burning into his back. Despite his embarrassment, his body reacted—heat pooling again at the attention.
He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the way his senses wanted to focus entirely on Eckart. Then—
A hand seized his shoulder and yanked him onto his back. Before he could react, he was lying beneath Eckart, staring up at him.
Their eyes locked. For a moment, Ronen was too stunned to move—until Eckart’s gaze dropped, tracing down his body, lingering on his lower half.
He knew. There was no hiding it now.
Ronen forced out a hollow excuse. “As I said… I’m obscene beyond redemption.”
His voice was thick with arousal, cracking. He swallowed. “I tried to resist, but I couldn’t.”
Even now, all he wanted was Eckart. To drag him down, pin him to the bed, climb atop him. To kiss him, to feel those large hands roaming his body, to take his time exploring every inch of him. To tease his skin with lips and tongue, to find the most sensitive spots and torment them, to pretend to soothe his aching length while burying himself deep inside—
He was barely holding onto his sanity. There was no guarantee he wouldn’t lose control entirely. Better to end this now, before it got worse.
“Execution is what I deserve,” Ronen murmured, self-loathing dripping from his voice. “Take me to the gallows before I disgrace myself further.”
His emerald eyes, dark with desire, held only resignation. His body wasn’t his to command. Maybe hell would be kinder—at least there, he’d sin no more.
But Eckart’s gaze remained fixed on his lower body. The white fabric hitched up around his waist did little to hide the flushed, swollen length, the tip glistening with clear fluid. The thick, ruddy shaft, the plump head, the tight sac clinging close—Eckart drank in every detail.
From the moment he’d heard Ronen’s pained, desperate moans, Eckart had been lost. He knew the difference between suffering and pleasure—knew the dark, suppressed sounds Ronen made when aroused. His heart hammered, his body burning, his mind fogging over.
He stared at Ronen through half-lidded eyes, his ragged breaths and trembling, clenched fists betraying his struggle. His pulse roared in his ears.
Eckart finally spoke, his voice rough, strained.
“I’ll… help you.”
His outward calm was a lie. His reason was already unraveling. This felt like a dream—the sight before him, too vivid, too tempting. Ronen, wanton and irresistible, had shattered what little control he had left.
And it wasn’t just the memory of Ronen’s body that haunted him. Seeing him like this—touching himself, seeking relief—it was the final spark that destroyed Eckart’s restraint.
“What—?”
Ronen couldn’t process his words. Before he could react, the bed creaked as Eckart climbed onto it. Only then did he realize what was happening.
Eckart’s hand closed around his still-hard cock without hesitation.
“Ngh! W-Wait—!”
“It’s my fault,” Eckart growled. “I did this to you. Let me help.”
“No, I—I don’t—!”
Ronen shuddered, his traitorous body reacting to the large, calloused grip. The hand was damp with sweat, but that only made it more intense—slick, relentless, stroking him without resistance.
“Ah! Nn, s-stop, ah—!”
His protests were meaningless. His hips jerked in time with Eckart’s movements, his stomach tightening, his ass lifting slightly off the bed, his thighs tensing. It wasn’t his first time, but it felt like it—every nerve alight, oversensitive. The pleasure was almost painful; his vision blurred with unshed tears.
He was ashamed of how easily he responded, how his moans turned to whimpers as sensation overwhelmed him. His entire being was focused on the pleasure Eckart wrung from him, his body coiled tight, ready to snap.
He thrashed, then clung to Eckart’s arm, nails digging in as he writhed. Still, Eckart didn’t stop—just kept stroking, his gaze roaming leisurely over Ronen’s face, his trembling body.
“Nn, ah, I—I’m going to—! Ngh—!”
Eckart’s breath hitched as he watched Ronen’s lithe, flushed body twist beneath him, heard the wet sounds of his cock being worked, saw the tears and sweat glistening on his face, those green eyes wild with need. His jaw clenched, his own control fraying.
“Nngh—!”
With a final shudder, Ronen came, his cock pulsing in Eckart’s grip, spilling hot and thick. Eckart stroked him through it, then slowly pulled away as Ronen’s body went limp. His own hand was slick with Ronen’s release, his breathing as ragged as if he’d been training for hours.
The room felt stifling, the air heavy with the heat of their breaths. Ronen lay boneless, catching his breath, then stole a glance at Eckart.
Eckart stared at his hand, coated in Ronen’s spend.
Just minutes ago, Ronen had been so aroused he thought once wouldn’t be enough. Now, in the aftermath, only shame and misery crashed over him.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
