“In the empire, the only person who dislikes sleeping with His Highness Benedict is probably you, my lord.”
Miss Sana, who was sitting across from me perfectly splitting a tart with her fork, suddenly spoke up.
She had come a little later than usual, and had accepted my offer to eat together the tart that had arrived instead of lunch. The tart, topped with plenty of candied chestnuts over thick white cream cheese, was as delicious as it looked.
But those tasty chestnuts nearly got stuck in my throat.
“I can tell just by looking. His Highness’s face has been quite frightening these days.”
I hurriedly swallowed the black tea that came with it.
“Why do you refuse?”
Miss Sana asked while neatly pushing the tart into her mouth.
The chestnut flavor didn’t taste like chestnut flavor. It was still a time when I had put off thinking about what her identity was, about Miss Sana. I looked at the ceiling once, gripped my fork tightly, then looked down anxiously at the golden tea.
“Did His Highness perhaps make advances when you had no interest at all?”
“……I was the one who suggested we do it first.”
“Recently?”
I looked at the ceiling again.
“Hmm.”
Miss Sana made a gloomy sound and took more tart. After concentrating for a while, she said,
“Could I possibly ask for more of this?”
“Pardon? Is it not enough?”
“Yes, it seems the work environment will become more harsh.”
I had various conversations with Miss Sana. She nodded at my roundabout concerns and corrected what wasn’t right, while completely demolishing the snacks.
Perhaps because of her stone-like attitude, I could ask various things without feeling embarrassed. Emboldened by that, I tried to ask what I was truly curious about, but she wouldn’t budge, saying it was classified.
That night,
“Can’t you show me until the end?”
Benedict requested the same thing as yesterday.
And once again, I had no choice but to curl up, covering my body with the sheets.
Actually……
Watching the excited Benedict, I felt like I would get excited too. Like I would stand up and become wet.
I buried my face deep in the pillow. The large, dark red shape I had to watch until just now, the sculptural white, neat hand that gripped it, the flushed cheeks and the lips that exhaled breaths floated around before my eyes like a dizzying halo.
In the end, like yesterday, my member was getting a bit hard.
Yesterday and today, even though Benedict hadn’t used pheromones at all, I had really gotten excited.
As I curled up, he inadvertently wrapped around my waist and pulled me, then hesitated and withdrew. I could feel him swallowing a sigh and moving back a little.
Now I wanted to touch him too.
Even though my excited body was too embarrassing, I unbearably wanted to touch him.
“Just once.”
I think I spoke at a whisper level. Worried he didn’t hear, I spoke again with more force.
“Rather, even if you just do it once,”
Before I finished speaking, Benedict pulled my ankle and swept away the sheet.
“They say if you like sweet things, you like rough bedding.”
The eyes looking down brazenly were playful.
“What should I do when you only like sweet things and dislike the latter?”
He teased me like various other people who had criticized my preferences, but I didn’t feel bad. Because I could sense his intention wasn’t to trample on me.
“Because it’s yours, I like it.”
And, he made an excuse.
—You’re so… so interested in such places,
The day I cried in Benedict’s arms, I said all sorts of things, and among the memories I really want to scrub away was also that kind of talk.
“Every time I see you, when I think you’re hiding such a thing under your clothes, I get excited,”
Both my cheeks were so hot they couldn’t get any hotter.
He dug in patiently.
As I tensed up when he started to rub gently, a sigh flowed by my ear.
Benedict only released his pheromones after becoming fully aroused. That feeling of wanting to drench me fully and do whatever he wanted was overwhelming. When I mentioned it, Benedict waved his hand to disperse it.
“Is it okay?”
As if this method was new to him, he moved somewhat fumblingly.
I could feel the clumsiness in the slow, small movements. Because I could see he was also holding back, I endured wanting to run away. He came in a bit deeper. It felt tight. It seemed I hadn’t fully recovered either.
As I couldn’t say anything, he pushed all the way in.
“Is this much okay?”
I can’t breathe.
Benedict raised his concentrated eyes to look at me. Every time I exhaled, pressed thinly against my inner walls, the contours came vividly, stretched taut.
“…Ah, too…… ah, just a little…… too,”
It was hard because it was big. At the feeling that seemed precariously full, a pleading voice came out on its own saying it was too big. That was all it was, but,
“Ah, ah!”
He started pushing into me at a rapid pace.
“No, ugh…… don’t, ㅡah,”
Benedict, who barely restrained himself, exhaled a low sigh and withdrew his body.
“Don’t say, anything at all.”
My heart sank. Not knowing what he meant, my insides dropped, when he pulled me close into his arms.
“Because I’m inexperienced. I get excited even at trivial things, and want to do as I please.”
While speaking, he lowered his head to me. Our noses brushed and our lips overlapped. The kiss was slow and warm. When I unknowingly responded a little to his tender tongue, he swallowed a rough breath and urgently pulled away.
“Hah.”
“……”
“I can’t tell you to do nothing either.”
Then he spoke with unbelievable shamelessness.
“I don’t know.”
Figure it out and endure, he said irresponsibly as he entered me.
“Your Highness, ah, hah, wait, wait,”
Still, unlike his heartless words, when I tapped his shoulder he endured and carefully withdrew. Then without looking at me, he anxiously ran his hand through his hair for a while, bit his lip, then pulled me into his arms again and entered. Going through such a series of processes repeatedly was even more embarrassing, so,
“I…… I’ll turn around.”
I offered first.
Benedict entered slowly.
Pressing down, at the pleasure of piercing deep, I could feel that place trembling in ecstasy. I heard a low moan by my ear and inside was slowly, lengthily ravaged. Below throbbed and became tingingly hot.
“Ah, so soft, Joachim—”
So warm.
He whispered by my ear and pushed that heavy thing in again at the same pace. At a pace so embarrassingly slow that I was anxious, that place trembled and heat spread feverishly through my whole body.
Every gap he dug into, his contours, my movements receiving him were transmitted vividly, explicitly. When I crawled forward hesitantly, he followed and was slowly inserted again.
“Does it hurt?”
He caressed my front, preventing escape.
When I pushed away that hand, he just held me and carefully licked my ear. Because I felt like strange sounds would leak if I spoke, when I only panted, he withdrew his body. Then as if to check, he tried to spread between my buttocks to look. When I urgently cried out that it didn’t hurt, I was pulled into his arms again.
“Hah……”
Groaning sounds kept coming out.
His firm ribcage slowly pressed against my back. His prominent nose bridge rubbed against the nape of my neck.
With my upper body pressed close to the bed and only my buttocks raised, I was slowly thrust into. The wet sounds between there echoed like a slow movement. His thing and my place were conversing ticklishly as if whispering to each other.
Haah, sighing breaths that seemed to be holding back spread warmly over my shoulders. He said,
“I, it’s because I like you so much.”
My earlobe, which must have turned red, was bitten with an unfamiliar intensity. It seemed like he was trying to treat me carefully, but I felt there was a somewhat clumsy aspect.
“I liked leaving marks like this and touching them, it was fascinating.”
When I looked back in confusion, he ran his hand through his own hair. His gorgeous hair fell smoothly, cascading over his forehead.
I was only gripping the sheets with both hands. I don’t know what to do at times like this.
“I, I see you as so pretty, I like you so much that I expressed it that way,”
He removed my gripping hands and intertwined our fingers. He was deliberately addressing me casually as ‘you’ (informal). He lowered his gaze. His delicate red eyelashes cast shadows on his deep eyes.
“If you felt that way, I absolutely won’t do that. I’m sorry for not being able to restrain myself.”
He pulled me, already heated up, into his arms.
Is it the same now? A question fell by my ear and I shook my head with the feeling that my body temperature couldn’t rise any higher. The small laughter that touched my ear was clear.
Wanting to properly see his smiling face, when I turned my head, Benedict kissed me. When I responded, he laid me down properly and deeply overlapped our lips again.
The tender kiss deepened in an instant. Rubbed hard, bitten, licked deeply.
“What should I do?”
As if not knowing well, he looked down at me again.
“What should I do to make you like it more?”
His gently tinged reddish-brown eyes looked deep and warm as if black tea had been poured in. At that hot gaze that seemed to be passionately in love, my whole body felt like it would melt away warmly.
He whispered. Should I just use my fingers? Should I caress here? Or should I bring children and puppies? Would bringing lots of sweet things work?
Those words are more embarrassing.
“ㅡJust,”
Just do it, I muttered, turning red while avoiding his gaze. I was kissed again. It was a passionate kiss as if he would devour me, like before.
Strangely.
Even though I couldn’t breathe like before, it was good. It was okay.
He said he liked me.
Even breathless, I responded fervently. When I turned my head to detach our lips and caught my breath, he hesitated but waited. So this time I kissed him first.
Various thoughts and unresolved things crossed my mind but in that moment I thought everything was okay. He said he liked me. At those words, everything really became okay, so
Even when it finally ended, for the first time I could remain conscious.
Since I refused to let him touch my body, I casually asked Benedict, who was stroking my hair,
“But…… why is that here?”
I pointed at the piano. Concentrating on the fluttering hair, Benedict answered.
“Because you seemed to like it.”
In that moment, I couldn’t hold back.
“I like you.”
Benedict slowly raised his gaze.
My heart pounded immaturely. I looked at his poetic eyes with elegant shadows cast upon them.
“I like you.”
Benedict looked as if he was startled.
Only then did I realize my confession was terrible.
Naturally, he must have received many confessions. Court romance in high society probably wouldn’t start with this kind of confession.
In a much more urbane and sophisticated manner of speech, perhaps they would speak in roundabout ways. And he would have experienced plenty of wonderful confessions.
“Joachim.”
Lost in confusion, unable to raise my head, Benedict called me.
“Joachim, I like you too.”
What did I just hear?
I couldn’t believe it. Even more unbelievably, Benedict had a face I’d never seen before.
Only then did I know I had really heard correctly.
My heart ran wildly like crazy.
As if the loudest beat couldn’t help but burst out, I opened my mouth.
“Me too.”
My voice was unattractively completely blocked.
“I like you.”
Benedict made a face as if breathless again. He rushed at me fiercely and laid me down in one motion, then with a groan, withdrew just as quickly.
Suddenly I was lying looking at the ceiling, then sat up in a daze. Benedict answered belatedly.
“Me too. I really like you.”
Forgetting I was embarrassed, I looked at him. We looked at each other blankly, confused with reddened faces.
Hesitantly, Benedict spread both arms slightly.
With his flushed face, he seemed a bit shy. With a shy feeling too, I carefully embraced him. Benedict covered me strongly with his whole body and embraced me back firmly. Each other’s body temperature pressed tightly together was so warm.
