Sex during the Bloody Cycle was merely a means to satisfy desire more dramatically. After achieving the purpose of giving and drinking each other’s blood, he couldn’t readily reach out.
But from today it was different. Having learned that their feelings were the same, from now on he could embrace Roman anytime he wanted.
“Haah… Roman.”
At the voice speaking as if chanting while licking his earlobe, Roman shuddered. Contrary to the quite affectionate voice, below, movements of pounding inside to a degree that still seemed messy continued. The embraced back was soaked with sweat. Even the sensation of sticky wet skin rubbing was pleasure, making it impossible to come to his senses.
Large, hot hands moved to the back of Roman’s knees and pressed down as they were. Because of that, with it still inserted, his buttocks were lifted upward and the junction where the two were connected entered Roman’s eyes completely.
“You’re eating me up so greedily like this.”
“Aah!”
At another movement of strongly pounding inside, Roman’s lower abdomen squirmed. Pre-cum that gushed from the urethral opening flowed past his navel down to below his chest. Finally, opaque liquid burst out in a long stream and splattered everywhere.
“Ju-hngh, wait… wait, Diego…!”
He cried out urgently, but it was useless. Rather, as if stimulated by that sound, he licked his lower lip with his tongue, then while embracing both of Roman’s legs with one arm, continued to pound inside.
What followed afterward was intense intercourse to a degree that could truly be called merciless. Diego didn’t stop moving even while ejaculating, and sometimes roughly gripped and shook Roman’s member to make him ejaculate. At other times, he guided his hand to confirm the junction, and made him reach climax through the back alone several times.
“Haah, haah…”
From some point on, even his voice wouldn’t come out properly. The same went for ejaculation in his lower body. Though large hands gripped and shook his member, there was nothing more coming out, and when he finally squeezed out a bit of semen after a long time, Diego smiled satisfactorily and shook Roman’s body once more.
“Khngh…!”
With a low exclamation, hot bodily fluids thoroughly wetted the inside of his body once more. He couldn’t endure anymore. With the soft touch on his forehead as the last thing, Roman lost consciousness as if fainting.
***
Roman opened his eyes at the suffocating sensation.
‘…Did I have a nightmare?’
After blinking his eyes a couple of times with his brow furrowed, he belatedly noticed something strange. Swoosh—when he lowered his gaze downward, he could see thick arms embracing his upper body as if binding it. And below, a strange foreign sensation was felt. Belatedly realizing it was because he was connected with Diego, he let out a low sigh.
Roman was quite the type to enjoy sex. From around the time he came of age, he felt sexually drawn to the same sex, and after becoming aware of it, he would select partners to his taste and spend the Bloody Cycle together with them.
But he had never once lost consciousness until now. He also had better stamina than most guys, and usually Roman held the initiative too. When he felt his desires were satisfied to some degree, he would part ways cleanly, so there was no occasion for sex so intense it went beyond control.
But…
‘To think I’d lose consciousness during sex.’
He thought he was experiencing all sorts of things in life, but he had no desire to blame Diego at all. If he hadn’t been willing, he would have stopped even if he had to knock him out by hitting a vital point. But far from that, the memory of enthusiastically going along and willingly accepting it was vivid.
Since the bedroom was in a deep part of the room, he couldn’t even gauge how much time had passed. Since he couldn’t stay like this forever, Roman grabbed Diego’s arm wrapped around his waist and slowly removed it.
Now it was time to deal with below. Roman, who had gripped the sheet with his left hand, raised his upper body slightly and moved his body forward. After making efforts not to stimulate Diego just in case, when he thought it was almost all the way out…
“……!”
At the force wrapping around his waist again and pulling him back, Roman ended up swallowing his breath. In an instant, his position returned to the original and a slightly sunken voice rang by his pillow.
“Let’s sleep a bit more.”
“Pull out a bit.”
There was no way he didn’t know what to pull out, but Diego pretended not to hear and pulled Roman’s waist more toward himself. Thanks to that, far from separating, their connection deepened further, and going one step further, he even patted Roman’s belly.
Roman looked back with his brow furrowed. Seeing an expression overflowing with satisfaction even with eyes closed, it clearly didn’t look like he had any intention of letting go. In the end, giving up on escaping, he positioned himself a bit more comfortably. Though he could feel what was inside gradually getting bigger, he deliberately pretended not to notice and decided to feel the comfort of this moment just a bit longer.
He had only intended to lie down for a moment, but his eyelids gradually became heavy. It was a bit more time later that a low voice touched his ear.
“I love you, Roman.”
An indescribable sense of fulfillment filled his chest completely. Roman’s hand that had moved in a half-asleep state gently rested on Diego’s arm still wrapped around his waist. Thinking he must definitely say the same words when he opened his eyes again, Roman entrusted his body to the languid sleep.
***
Epilogue
When he opened the break room door, a pleasant breeze blew coolly. At the round table in the corner, guild members on standby were enjoying a card game with serious expressions. One of them felt the presence and greeted him first.
“You’re here?”
“Yes.”
“There’s an empty seat, so you can join.”
“I’m fine.”
“Diego, you don’t know he has no interest in this kind of thing?”
“I just felt like he might do it today.”
Leaving the bickering seniors behind, Diego moved his steps inward.
When he sat on the sofa, an empty cookie basket entered his eyes. It surely would have been newly filled yesterday afternoon, but Emily’s cookies were still wildly popular as ever.
Diego rested both arms on his thighs before rubbing the back of his neck. Having done physical labor for half a day, his shoulders and the back of his neck were stiff.
About ten days ago. After spending dreamlike time in Eslen, Diego returned to the guild. Roman hadn’t come yet. In his heart, he wanted to come together, but Roman still had things he needed to do.
Roman had said, “When the Grand Duke returns, I’ll just tell Ruth what needs to be told and come back right away,” and Diego believed that promise and headed to the capital first. What followed afterward was a time of waiting. Even after returning, he still mainly took on lower-level delivery requests, and in his spare time, waiting for someone and other tasks in the break room became his routine.
Slam—
The door opened once more and someone entered. After exchanging brief greetings with the guild members at the table, Hubert headed straight toward Diego sitting on the sofa.
“So you were here.”
“Did a new request come in?”
“Not that. The Master is looking for you.”
“……! Did Roman come?”
“He came out early in the morning. Hurry and go.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
After giving a brief greeting, Diego hurriedly got up and left the break room.
The corridor was quiet. Walking deep into the first floor, a tightly closed brown door entered his eyes. Already feeling his heart beating a bit faster, Diego slowly moved his lips.
“It’s Diego.”
“Come in.”
A smooth male voice that wasn’t Isabel’s was heard from beyond the door. After driving out the needless tension with a brief sigh, Diego turned the door handle.
When he entered, he could see the face of a man leaning against the desk. With a gentle smile like when they first met, words reached Diego’s ears.
“Welcome back.”
<End of Iterato, to be continued in the side stories>
More Special for Being Ordinary
When he opened the door and came out, the whole house was filled with delicious smells. Following the clattering sounds, he moved his steps to the kitchen and saw Emily’s busy figure from behind.
“You’re up early.”
“Oppa!”
Emily, who had approached in one stride, wrapped her arms around Diego’s waist and met his gaze with a smiling face.
“Happy birthday!”
Diego showed a slightly surprised expression, then likewise smiled faintly and patted Emily’s head lightly. So that’s why she had woken up early today—it seemed she had been preparing a birthday table.
“Thank you.”
“If you haven’t washed up yet, go wash up quickly. It’s almost ready.”
“Okay.”
Diego soon turned his steps and went outside, and when he came back after washing, the dining table was already richly filled. After receiving another birthday congratulations from Emily, Diego picked up a spoon.
“Oh, oppa. Did you know?”
