Puzzlement crossed Ash’s face. Kiss, who had definitely been relaxed just moments ago, had suddenly gone quiet. He wanted to check if he was angry, but because of the pitch-black darkness, he couldn’t see well what expression Kiss was making.
During that silence, Ash’s eyes widened at the hand that suddenly ripped off his shirt.
“What the…!”
“If you’re embarrassed about gaining weight, flex your abs yourself. That’ll tighten things down below too.”
“……”
“I comfort you when you’re crying and you immediately get cheeky. Maybe I shouldn’t have comforted you?”
Kiss, who had been smiling faintly, scratched the bright red nipple that was fully exposed with his fingernail. The suddenly stimulated nipple stood erect and stiff before long.
Kiss, embracing the waist that was still far too thin to be called having gained weight, soon bit down on the nipple. As the hot, soft tongue tapped the nipple, Ash, whose neck had flushed red, lifted his waist and let out a shallow breath.
“Haa, wh-what if someone comes in? We didn’t even lock the door…”
“You’ll have to suppress your voice as best you can.”
“No, and even if that’s fine for me… Kiss-nim, are you really okay doing this in a place like this? Such a refined person on this dirt floor…”
“Refined?”
Kiss let out a small laugh. Then he pulled his fingers out from below. After spreading open the hole that had become slick and loosened from being covered in his saliva, he continued in a calm voice.
“Everyone, whether child or adult, likes things that are easy to predict. They expect you to act according to how you look. It’s much easier to gain favor by meeting those expectations.”
“……”
“I look refined, so I’m just trying to appear refined.”
Kiss, gripping both backs of his knees, pressed down on his lower body so that Ash’s knees touched the floor. Ash, with his waist half-floating in the air and his lower half fully exposed, made a dazed expression for a moment. Saliva dripped long from Kiss’s mouth with his tongue half-extended. The saliva that fell from above wetly soaked the twitching hole.
Ash, whose eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness, unconsciously examined Kiss’s expression. A sensual light that had never been there before flowed over the eyes that had always insisted on restraint and principle, as if revealing him to be the son of a high-ranking noble family. Kiss, whose eyes met Ash’s, smiled brazenly. Then he spoke in a sunken voice.
“My tastes have always leaned toward the vulgar.”
His viciously erect member rubbed against the tip of the hole. Ash’s face turned white as he confirmed Kiss’s thing pressing against the hole.
That reddish, veined thing was an object that didn’t suit his beautiful face at all. The muscular body and the scars remaining here and there on his body were closer to a mercenary who crossed the front lines at the forefront rather than a young master raised delicately in a noble family.
Ash, belatedly grasping the situation, reached out his hand to cover below.
“Wait, wait a moment. Just because it’s open doesn’t mean you can put anything in there.”
“Move your hand. I’ll just rotate it as I put it in.”
“I mean, why, why do you have to put that thing in there…”
Ash, who had turned pale, shook his head. Kiss, who had sighed at the expected reaction, overlapped their bodies completely without any gaps. Then, putting weight on it, he slowly pushed in the member pressed against the hole. At the volume incomparable to fingers, Ash unconsciously drew in an empty breath.
“Hk…”
Even though it was wetly soaked, it was difficult even to insert just the head. It was a foreign sensation he couldn’t get used to no matter how many times he experienced it.
Unlike Deus, who made him forget the pain of insertion with other pain, Kiss’s method of slowly inserting while taking his time was more agonizing than violent sex. It was because all his senses were concentrated below.
Ash, who had been letting out groaning sounds with his mouth half-open, hesitated after discovering something. Confusion that had never been there before seeped into his sky-blue eyes, which had seemed somewhat calmed.
“What?”
“……”
“Is there something there again?”
Kiss, who had immediately noticed that Ash’s condition had worsened again, naturally spoke to him.
Just as he was thinking that Ash had pretended to be fine all this time in this state, he covered Ash’s eyes with his hand as he absolutely couldn’t tear his gaze from the air. The long eyelashes touching his palm trembled. Kiss, who had been gnawing and chewing on the cheek with tear stains, thrust his member in with a thud.
“Nngh!”
When Ash stuck out his tongue, unable to endure the pain, Kiss mixed their tongues together as if he’d been waiting. Even while sweeping up the sensitive palate with his tongue, he didn’t stop his hip movements and mechanically thrust in deeply. The way it sucked in his cock was like a suction cup. Kiss, who pulled his mouth away with a smack, whispered in a husky voice.
“If you’re scared, burrow into my arms, or beg me to save you.”
“Uh, hic.”
“Your only redeeming quality is your face, yet you don’t even know how to act cute. I don’t know by what talent you were sold to House Serpent.”
He’d once thought that too. If the one who first discovered Ash at the slave market had been himself rather than Lucius. If Ash had become his attendant rather than an adopted son of House Serpent. If he hadn’t met Ash as the child of his enemy… Even knowing it was a meaningless hypothetical, that delusion often appeared in his dreams.
“…Father didn’t adopt me as his son for that purpose.”
Ash snapped back in a voice that seemed to feel insulted. Kiss’s eyes sank coldly at the reaction that seemed to defend Lucius. Then he soon chuckled and pressed his lips to Ash’s earlobe.
“That’s really strange.”
“……”
“If it were me, that would have been my purpose.”
As he concentrated on pounding the slightly swollen area, Ash, whose thighs were trembling from the pleasure of having his prostate crushed, hastily embraced his neck and tightened below.
“Ah, ah!”
“Haa…”
Pre-cum and semen mixed together, frothing and flowing down. Ash, exhausted from the intense pleasure that was impossible to endure, panted. Then he rubbed his tear-stained face on Kiss’s shoulder.
“Ki, Kiss-nim. Stop, stop…”
“……”
“My back hurts too much…”
Kiss’s gaze, which had hesitated, landed on Ash, who was sniffling as if in pain. If he had some flesh on him it might be different, but having intercourse on the bare floor with a skinny body that was nothing but bones would definitely be too much.
Just as he was quietly feeling relieved at Kiss’s reaction, which seemed understanding, Ash’s eyes widened as his vision suddenly flipped. Kiss, who had sat him on his thighs, thrust upward from inside with a thud while facing him in a seated position.
“Ah…”
Ash, looking down at his own belly that bulged in the shape of the inserted member, convulsed tremulously. Clear fluids dripped steadily from his half-erect flesh-colored member.
The fluids splattered sporadically on Kiss’s abdominal skin where shadows formed along his muscle definition. Kiss, watching that scene as if it were interesting, muttered while tightly embracing the exhausted Ash.
“What to do, the night is still long.”
* * *
The sound of flesh slapping filled the enclosed space without rest. Kiss, whose hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead, exhaled a hot breath. Something that wasn’t satisfied no matter how much he thrust into the soft insides blurred his reason. As he couldn’t even remember how many times he’d ejaculated, the urge to climax rushed in again.
Kiss, grabbing the hair of the unconscious Ash, hastily kissed him. The member inserted to the root throbbed and spewed out thick semen. The semen foam formed at the junction flowed down the inner thighs.
“Ngh…”
Kiss, having finished ejaculating, pulled out his inserted member. The glans that had been caught at the entrance of the hole popped out. The loosened hole twitched and steadily leaked whitish semen. Ash, who had sniffled that he couldn’t do it anymore and then passed out completely around the middle, collapsed into his arms.
Kiss, staring intently at the soundly sleeping Ash’s face, let out a hollow laugh. It was because of the thought that all his plans had fallen apart.
‘Just from something like this…’
If he went to the slave market right now, he could find dozens of similar human men. Why rational judgment was difficult when it came to Ash was something Kiss himself didn’t understand.
‘I can stop here. No, I must stop.’
He’d thought that holding Ash was simply because of impulse. Like a sudden hunger that strikes at dawn, it was just an incomplete impulse.
While Kiss was lost in anguish, Ash, who had been curling up his body as if cold from a draft coming from somewhere, burrowed into his broad chest. Kiss, who had hesitated at Ash’s appearance, picked up a shawl that had fallen on the floor. Just as he was covering the thin shoulders trembling from cold with the shawl, the tightly closed door opened.
Creak.
What appeared as the door opened was Deus, standing with his arms crossed and an expressionless face. Deus’s gaze, which had landed on Ash embraced in Kiss’s arms, soon fixed on Kiss. Kiss, smiling faintly toward Deus who was just looking without saying anything, tilted his head.
“If you have something to say, just say it.”
“……”
“I’d like to hear your thoughts on having your lover stolen, at least.”
“Just.”
Deus looked composed at a glance, but only his eyes had sunk more coldly than usual. His long, slanted eye corners curved in an arc. A bass tone dripping with murderous intent resonated through the enclosed space.
“I’m thinking these bastards are treating me like a fucking joke, the two of them together.”
