Chapter 5. Haetae (9)
Ronen’s gaze locked onto Eckart. Their eyes met, and an unspoken tension wrapped around them.
The memory of Eckart’s thick fingers invading his mouth sent a shiver down his spine. He wished it hadn’t been a cold spoon feeding him, but Eckart’s own hand—gripping his jaw, forcing it open, shoving his fingers in so deep it made him gag. Just thinking about it made his body burn.
He set down the spoon, his breath already growing uneven. Instead, he scooped up the stew with his fingers, letting it drip as he brought them to his lips. He sucked them clean, licking every trace of the broth, his tongue swirling as if caressing his own skin.
A glance at Eckart confirmed the man was still watching him. Their gazes tangled in the air between them.
Ronen kept his eyes fixed on Eckart as he continued eating with his fingers, making a mess—stew splattering the table, the floor, his clothes, even his face and body. Neither of them cared.
His emerald eyes were already hazy with arousal. The way he licked his fingers was obscene, his breath hot, his expression desperate with longing. He set the bowl down with a shuddering exhale.
“I should stop eating.”
He pressed both hands firmly over his shamefully swollen lower half, turning his head away—but Eckart, who had been silently watching all this time, reached out. Ronen caught his hand just as it neared his mouth, still smeared with stew.
“Don’t touch me carelessly.”
“…My apologies.”
But Ronen didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled Eckart’s hand closer, brushing his lips against the fingertips. Eckart’s body visibly tensed.
“I’ve been wishing… for these hands to touch me.”
Ronen gazed up at him, dragging his lips against Eckart’s skin.
“To fill my mouth, to roughly ravage me… I’ve been craving it.”
Eckart’s eyes widened slightly, his usually stoic expression faltering. His lips parted, his ragged breath escaping.
“You already know… what state I’m in.”
Ronen flicked his tongue against Eckart’s fingers. The man’s brows furrowed, his sharp, composed gaze twisting in torment.
“So… don’t touch me. I can’t control my depravity—I don’t know what I might do.”
He barely resisted the urge to take Eckart’s fingers into his mouth and suck. Reluctantly, he released his hand—only for Eckart’s fingers to return, brushing against his lips once more.
“What is this—?”
Before he could protest, Eckart’s fingers slipped past his lips, pushing inside. Ronen’s eyes flew open in shock.
“Like this?”
Eckart thrust two fingers deep, just as he had when feeding him. His darkened gaze bore into Ronen, who shivered at the intensity alone, his front already dampening with arousal.
His tongue, startled by the intrusion, squirmed against Eckart’s fingers, licking them. The man’s eyes narrowed further, sharpening like a blade.
“You wanted me to ravage you…”
Eckart moved his hand, pressing deeper, grinding his wrist in circles, scraping against Ronen’s teeth. He explored every wet corner of his mouth, and Ronen’s body trembled in response.
“…Is this what you meant?”
Ronen exhaled shakily, looking up at him before slowly beginning to suck.
“Mmm… nnh, hmm…”
His lips sealed around the fingers, his tongue swirling as he took them deeper, his flushed lashes making him all the more seductive.
“…Kuh.”
Eckart’s stifled groan sent a wave of heat crashing through Ronen’s mind. His hand groped at his own swollen length through his clothes, stroking himself even as he continued sucking Eckart’s fingers. The sight was obscene—his mouth full, his body writhing, his need blatant.
Eckart cupped Ronen’s cheek with his free hand, slowly pulling his fingers free. Ronen’s tongue chased after them, but the wet digits slipped away, cruel in their retreat.
A confused glance shot up at Eckart, who was breathing heavily, his gaze burning into Ronen. His lips were still parted, glistening with saliva, his tongue flicking as if still tasting him. His face was flushed with desire, his hand frantically working himself—it was all too tempting.
“Let me help you.”
Unlike before, Ronen didn’t refuse. Instead, he eagerly stripped off his stew-stained clothes and lay back on the bed. In the dim moonlight, his naked body was fully exposed, and Eckart’s throat bobbed visibly.
His fair skin was flushed with heat, his slender frame almost too delicate to belong to a man. His smooth, toned abdomen led down to his erect cock, already weeping at the tip.
Impatient, Ronen reached for Eckart’s hand, guiding it to his throbbing length.
“Nnngh!”
The mere touch sent a jolt of pleasure through him, his body arching as he moved Eckart’s hand, stroking himself. Every twitch, every shudder was laid bare. Eckart’s grip tightened, squeezing hard, and Ronen’s head fell back, his hips lifting slightly.
“Ah, ah!”
Eckart worked him faster, and Ronen trembled, moaning. The pleasure spread from his core, curling his toes, twisting his face in ecstasy. He couldn’t keep his eyes open—they welled up, damp with arousal.
His stomach tightened, tingling. He was close, but it wasn’t enough. He needed something deeper, something more intimate. His entrance twitched, hungry, as if begging to be filled.
“Nn, hah, ah…”
His thighs pressed together, his body writhing. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw Eckart’s large hand stroking him, his gaze roaming over every inch of his body. That predatory stare, as if he wanted to devour him whole, sent another wave of pleasure crashing through him.
“…Nngh!”
He came quickly, his body convulsing as Eckart wrung every last drop of pleasure from him. Even after, his hand kept moving, milking him dry.
Ronen went limp, but his body still craved more. The fire inside him wouldn’t fade—it burned hotter, hungrier.
Eckart noticed his cock hadn’t softened. “Was my help insufficient?”
Ronen’s gaze raked down Eckart’s body, lingering on the obvious bulge straining against his pants. His tongue darted out, licking his lips in thirst. He wanted to strip him bare, take his cock into his mouth, suck him dry—then let him bury himself deep inside.
But if he did, he’d drag Eckart into irredeemable sin. He was already using the man’s pity and instinct to sate his own lust. He couldn’t corrupt a devout servant of God any further.
Yet his body ached too much to stop.
“Could you… help me one more time?”
Eckart reached out again.
“Hah… ah… mmm…”
Ronen’s moans were too heated, too provocative. His brows furrowed as he squeezed his eyes shut, but every so often, his damp lashes would lift, revealing those hazy green eyes—mesmerizing, impossible to look away from.
Sweat dampened his pale blond hair, clinging to his forehead. His flushed eyelids, cheeks, and throat stood out even more against his fair skin.
He couldn’t think. He just wanted to touch the man before him. His cock alone wasn’t enough—he craved every inch of that burning, smooth skin beneath his hands.
His grip tightened without thought.
“Hah!”
The sudden pressure on his most sensitive flesh made Ronen’s body tense. The cum on his stomach dripped down, his thighs trembling, his flat abdomen rising and falling unevenly.
Their eyes met, and Ronen whispered helplessly, “You… nn, feel too… ah, good…”
He couldn’t finish. Eckart’s fingers moved faster, and all he could do was moan, his core burning as if on fire. Eckart’s hand was too hot, the friction too intense—it was almost unbearable.
Before, his body had responded against his will, the pleasure unwanted, disgusting, miserable. But now… it felt good. Too good. He wanted more. He wasn’t satisfied.
He wanted Eckart’s hands everywhere. He wanted to writhe beneath him. His stomach had been aching for ages, his thighs pressing together uselessly, his body rubbing restlessly. The Grand Duke had trained him too well—front alone wasn’t enough. He needed to be taken from behind, filled deep and rough, just like Eckart had said.
“Nn, hah, ah…”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
