He froze.
For a brief moment, Calix went rigid — then a low, almost growling voice slipped past his lips.
“No reaction… you said?”
Before Elian could manage a single word of excuse, the Grand Duke’s large, rough hand wrapped gently around Elian’s cock once more.
“Ah — ngh — hh!”
The calloused palm dragged across the sensitive flesh, and Elian’s hips lurched upward.
Zzzzt—!
The System’s Sensory Awakening surged out of control. The cock that hadn’t so much as twitched when Elian touched himself stood fully engorged the moment Calix’s hand made contact, trembling as though it might spill at any second.
“Liar.”
Calix smiled — sharp and a little cruel — and pressed his thumb against the very tip of Elian’s glans, right at the most sensitive slit, grinding into it in slow circles.
“Haaa—aah! N-no, not there, not—!”
“You’re leaking all over my hand, and you call that no reaction?”
Precum had already seeped out, slicking Calix’s fingers. He used that wet, slippery fluid as lubricant and began stroking the shaft in quick, firm pulls.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
The wet, obscene sounds of friction filled the room without mercy.
Elian clutched at the fabric of Calix’s clothes and shook his head. The pleasure was too much. It felt like his brain was melting. Calix’s grip was strong — and where had the name of the Northern Grand Duke gone, the one said to freeze everything he touched? Because wherever he held him, it burned like fire.
“I — I’m going to — Your Highness — ngh, ah—!”
“Go ahead. Come all over my hand. If your body truly can’t feel anything, it must have built up quite a bit. Let me see just how thick it is.”
Calix didn’t slow his strokes for even a moment. He made sure, every so often, to circle the sensitive tip with his palm.
“Hngh — mm — hh — hh—!”
Soon. He was almost there. Already—! Elian shook his head in humiliation, and just as he braced himself for the climax that was nearly upon him — Calix clamped down at the base of his shaft. Deliberately. Denying him.
“Ah—! Ugh! Why — why—!”
“Say my name, Elian.”
“Ca — Calix—! Calix—!”
Calix bit down on his own lip and released his grip. A satisfaction bloomed in his chest. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Elian’s cock. It was pulsing, spilling in thick, uncontrolled waves.
Drip. Splatter.
Hot, dense release streaked across the back of Calix’s hand and over Elian’s stomach.
“Hah… hah…”
The first orgasm. Elian went completely limp, soul seemingly knocked loose from his body. But Calix had no intention of stopping. Without even wiping the come from his hand, he gathered Elian up and laid him down on the bed. Before Elian could find his bearings, Calix climbed over him and wrenched his shirt open.
“!”
“We’re not done.”
“W-we just — I just came… no more…”
Calix’s gaze fixed on Elian’s nipples, swollen and flushed red.
“Is that so. I don’t believe you. Back in the Hwangto Fire Sauna — when I touched you here — you liked it. You cried out like you were losing your mind.”
“Th-that was… you’re misremembering. I’ve never been sensitive there.”
Elian shook his head desperately. The memory surfaced unbidden — but he could hardly say yes, that’s right, I nearly died from how good it felt, I was shocked too.
“Then prove it.”
“…What?”
“Touch yourself. Show me you really can’t feel it.”
Calix stared down at him and crossed his arms. A silent command: go on. Elian’s face burned with shame — but Calix showed no sign of moving, and no sign of backing down.
“F-fine, I will…”
Elian raised a trembling hand and brought it to his own chest. He’d already thought about this earlier — touching his own nipples just felt strange. He rubbed them with his fingers and gave a small pinch.
“…”
Nothing. Just as before. Like rubbing an eraser, really. Or the dull, muted sensation of pinching the skin on your elbow. That was all.
It’s the same as always.
Elian felt a quiet, private relief. He grew bolder — scratching with his nails, twisting. Still nothing. Only pain, zero pleasure. If anything, the cock that had been half-hard even after coming went soft altogether.
“See? It’s true.”
Elian looked up at Calix, aggrieved.
“There’s genuinely nothing. It just feels like skin being pulled. That’s all.”
“Hmm.”
Calix’s eyes narrowed. Elian’s expression wasn’t lying. He looked genuinely bored, genuinely blank. In that case…
“Let me try.”
Calix dipped his head in an instant.
“What—?!”
Without warning, Calix took Elian’s flushed, swollen nipple into his mouth.
“Hnngh—!”
A moan tore free. The same spot that had felt like nothing under his own touch. But the moment Calix’s tongue circled it — the moment the edge of his teeth nipped and tugged — goosebumps erupted across Elian’s entire body, and a sharp twitch ran straight to the tip of his cock.
Suck. Slick. Pull.
Lewd, wet sounds struck his ears.
Still — I can still hold on—!
“Hah—aah?!”
As if Calix had read his thoughts — the System Window suddenly appeared before his eyes, and his nipple began to throb as though it had been wired directly to the head of his cock.
[System Effect Activated: Partner Contact Ongoing]
[Nipple Sensitivity: MAX]
“Hah — ah! No, too much — too — something’s — something’s wrong—! Nngh—!”
Elian grabbed Calix’s dark hair and squirmed. But Calix paid him no mind, twisting the other nipple with the fingers still wet with Elian’s own come while sucking the one in his mouth even harder.
Responds only to me.
Calix watched Elian shudder and writhe beneath his touch, and felt a strange, deep sense of conquest. His heart — fine, I don’t need it. But this body. Only I can unlock it. That knowledge made something burn inside him.
He moved his hand down and took hold of Elian’s cock again. The body was already oversensitive from having come once. Attacked from both ends simultaneously, Elian felt as though he was dissolving.
“Hnngh… Your Highness, please… ngh — I’m — I’m going to die—!”
Despite Elian’s begging, his cock stood fully hard again, straining with want.
“Your mouth says otherwise, but this part looks ready to burst.”
The second orgasm came in an instant. Caught between the tongue tormenting his nipples — now as sensitive as a glans — and the hand wringing his lower half, Elian couldn’t even scream properly before it was over. White fluid streaked down over his abdomen.
“Hnngh… ugh…”
His vision went dark. His hands and feet went numb. Calix watched Elian go slack with total, boneless exhaustion, then licked his lips. He ran a finger through the release scattered across Elian’s stomach and murmured quietly.
“Filthy.”
“Now… please… I want to wash up…”
Elian tried to sit up, voice cracking. But Calix grabbed him by the ankle and dragged him to the edge of the bed. Those red eyes dropped between Elian’s legs — to that place still twitching.
“I’ll clean you up. The way you did for me before.”
“Y-Your Highness—!”
Calix spread Elian’s legs and buried his face between them. That hot, wet mouth swallowed the head of his cock in one motion.
“Hhk—!”
It was nothing like a hand. The soft, wet membrane enveloping him, the tight, burning heat of the throat squeezing around him.
Slurp. Suck. Pull.
A man of nobility — a Grand Duke, a man with imperial blood in his veins — was bowing his head between Elian’s thighs, giving himself over to this completely.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah — aah—!”
Elian couldn’t hold back. He cried out in broken, unguarded moans. Drool was spilling from the corners of his wide-open mouth.
He’s insane. He’s actually insane.
Calix licked up the shaft, pressed both palms hard against Elian’s hips to pin him in place, and drove him right to the edge. His eyes stayed fixed upward — relentlessly tracking Elian’s every expression.
The face contorted with pleasure. The half-glazed eyes. The tears sliding from the corners. The drool escaping his open lips. The helpless, desperate writhing of someone completely owned by sensation.
Yes. I may not know your heart… but your body belongs to me.
Drunk on that possessiveness, Calix took Elian even deeper — down to his throat.
“St-stop! Please, Your Highness — don’t swallow it — not in your mouth—!”
Even as Elian clutched his head and begged, Calix didn’t move an inch. Instead he gripped Elian’s hips and pressed him deeper still, taking all of him in. The third orgasm.
Pulse. Pulse.
Everything Elian had left poured into Calix’s throat.
“Hnngh—!”
Elian’s body seized, arching sharply — then dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. His pupils were blown wide. His whole body had gone red, trembling in fine, uncontrollable shudders. Calix swallowed the bitter liquid pooled in his mouth slowly, as though savoring it. His throat moved with one long roll.
“So that’s… what it tastes like.”
“Why did you… hah… why…”
A complete and total defeat.
Calix wiped the saliva and white from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and slowly rose. His red eyes gleamed — somewhere between satisfaction and a thirst that still hadn’t been quenched.
“That was a good meal, Elian.”
With those words, Elian’s memory cut out like a snapped film reel.
He had fainted.
* * *
The next morning. The dining hall of the Grand Ducal Castle.
Clink. The sound of a knife scraping against a plate was unusually loud.
Elian was cutting into his steak when his eyes landed on the lips of Calix, seated across from him — and his face went up in flames. Those lips. The ones that swallowed me last night. And his throat — the way it moved when he took my release down.
I’m insane. I’m genuinely insane.
Elian hastily turned his gaze toward the window, pretending to look outside. His heart felt like it would explode. But Calix, as though he knew exactly what Elian was thinking, propped his chin in his hand and let out a quiet, knowing smirk.
“No appetite? You expended quite a lot of energy last night. You should eat well.”
“Cough — N-no, it’s delicious. Absolutely delicious.”
Elian fumbled for his water glass and drank. Trying to cool the heat rising inside him with cold water — when suddenly, a question crossed his mind.
But… why didn’t he go all the way?
He’d seen it clearly. Last night — the front of Calix’s trousers had been straining, visibly, painfully so, while he’d been using his mouth on Elian. While Elian had come three times, Calix had never once taken anything for himself. Only given.
For a normal man, that would’ve been impossible to endure. Could it be…
Had he actually believed the excuse Elian had given at the start — that it was an “experiment”? Had he held himself back out of some selfless dedication to checking on his lord’s physical condition, for the sake of the North’s development? Or — had he simply been considerate because Elian had passed out?
He must have found it unpleasant. No matter how much it was framed as an experiment, putting a man’s thing in your mouth couldn’t have felt good.
But… the thought kept pulling at him. The kiss in the hot spring. The touches in the Hwangto Fire Sauna. And last night’s act. The conclusion was inescapable.
This man — at least physically — is interested in me.
He couldn’t imagine the great Northern Grand Duke actually having feelings for someone like him — so he couldn’t speak to his heart — but there was clearly a physical curiosity there. And if that was the case… there was a possibility.
I’m going to need an enormous number of points going forward. I can’t just keep holding hands.
If their needs aligned anyway — wouldn’t it be better to establish things clearly? If Elian were the one to propose becoming “sex partners” first, Calix might not refuse. Wanting his heart was, of course, out of the question entirely.
Elian gnawed his bottom lip and shot a sideways glance at Calix. For the sake of business. And maybe… for the sake of his own desires.
He had the feeling that one day, he was going to have to put that dangerous proposal on the table.
