Discerning the sexual desire directed toward him had been such a frequent experience for Kishiar that it was difficult to keep count. Many nobles had looked down upon him as a foolish and dissolute scion of a soon-to-be-extinct imperial family. They treated him as if he were a perishable fruit that must be consumed before it rots away.
Of course, Kishiar was well aware that the world didn't only consist of such sticky desires, and that there was no need to be overly concerned about them. But knowing and feeling are two different things.
Therefore, it was only natural that he felt a shiver in front of the pure, gentle blaze of desire that was now directed at him.
"Ah..."
Unable to overcome the sensation building in his chest, Yuder took a ragged breath, teeth clenched. He opened his eyes, and warmth flooded the corners, as if he'd shed tears. It felt like staring at a blaze, and he couldn't help but smile.
His gaze might have looked fierce, almost angry, but it was merely because the intensity of his emotions left no room for tenderness. Kishiar sensed within those eyes a desire directed at him, unburdened by any residue or reservation.
How wondrous and lovely it was that one person could desire all of another, and that the other could reciprocate that feeling?
The young man who had flung himself into Kishiar's arms was braver than ever. He embraced Kishiar without holding back, as if shedding all previous silences and barriers, and didn't suppress the sensations surging within him.
In his joy, Kishiar indulged in the moment far longer than he had initially planned, but Yuder did not push him away. Though occasionally he'd furrow his brow in apparent confusion or hesitate and flutter his hand, afterward, he would invariably pull Kishiar close and return the embrace.
It felt like a representation of the relationship that had always existed between Yuder Aile and Kishiar La Orr.
The man who had claimed all of Kishiar was sometimes clumsy in his responses. Unlike others who were awkward because they didn't know, Yuder seemed awkward precisely because he did know.
Even now, despite appearing to understand what would happen next and how bodies would unite, he couldn't hide his discomfort and hesitation when their faces were close, engaged in intimate exchange.
When he first kissed and sucked the tip of the breast, and as he moved downward to lick the slender belly and navel, the reaction was so intense that for a moment he thought Yuder might not like it.
If Yuder hadn't immediately wrapped his arms and legs around him to pull him close, he might have actually paused for a moment.
Kishiar had suspected this before, but Yuder Aile was incredibly sensitive. For someone who could navigate life without sight by relying on other senses, it was perhaps natural that his sense of touch was also heightened. Watching Yuder gasp and press his lips against even the places he touched without sexual intent made it impossible for any thoughts to string together in his mind.
To know that beneath that seemingly pallid and emotionless face lay such a torrent of intricate and intense sensations—known to him alone—was both heartrending and endearing.
While Kishiar licked Yuder's chest to soothe his nerves, Yuder, initially hesitant, gradually grew bold and pressed his teeth into Kishiar's chest as well. When he licked Kishiar's lean, sinewy wrist, Kishiar reciprocated by running his hand down Yuder's arm. If one kissed the other's stomach, the other would also press his lips to the stomach in return.
It was no exaggeration to say that they caressed nearly every part of each other's bodies, except for the back. If Kishiar took the lead in showing something, Yuder didn't stop at merely receiving; he returned the gesture with the same, or even greater, boldness. Kishiar laughed, slightly dazed by the heat of the moment.
Could there be a more certain moment to feel that the one entangled with him was Yuder? He felt overwhelmingly alive. Every breath Yuder exhaled, every sound he held back and released, felt fresh and beautiful. The sensuality Yuder displayed evoked thoughts of nature as it must have existed in the beginning.
Before all this, Kishiar became but a small human, worshipping it.
Moving like two free animals entwined, after satiating their long-held desires for each other, Kishiar briefly lifted his head.
"Sigh…"
Brushing aside the disheveled bangs that were in his way, he looked down to find Yuder staring back at him, his face flushed but his gaze unyielding. Despite the dampness on both their skins and the sheets, he realized anew through Yuder's eyes that their desire hadn't diminished in the slightest.
Those eyes were dark like a comforting shadow, illuminating nothing but Kishiar.
When Kishiar curled his lips into a small smile, Yuder slightly twitched his eyes and parted his wet lips. Just as Kishiar was captivated by Yuder, the latter was utterly vulnerable before Kishiar's smile.
Kishiar moistened his hand with the fragrant oil placed beside the bed. Rubbing his warm, heated hand against himself, what had already been standing painfully erect became even more rigid.
Should he try pulling out and reattempting due to its size? The fleeting thought passed, and as if reading it, Yuder pulled his hand to touch his equally erect spear between his legs.
"…"
At the moment their hand and legs met, his lean body quivered. Despite the rapid, almost anguished breaths in the silence, Yuder did not let go of Kishiar's hand.
In that silence, Yuder opened his mouth, and though no sound came out, the command was clear.
'Continue.'
Don't stop.
More.
Before the words even concluded, Kishiar's finger slipped inside, disappearing between Yuder's legs. Kishiar closed his eyes, feeling the sensation of a part of his body overlapping with that of his partner's. His eyelashes trembled, fully revealing the enormous heat his body felt.
"Uh…"
"Does it hurt?"
"No… it doesn't hurt. It's just…"
The latter words were left unsaid, but their meaning was not hard to grasp. Kishiar exhaled deeply, focusing his strength on his stomach, and gently probed inside with his oil-soaked finger. He was well aware that his hands were much larger and longer than those of ordinary people. Even just a single finger could evoke sensations beyond imagination. Particularly for someone as sensitive as Yuder.
As Kishiar's finger twisted somewhere inside, Yuder closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Sigh…"
Kishiar had patiently tamed the inside, waiting for Yuder to get used to the sensation of a single finger. When Yuder's tensed knee started to relax, Kishiar inserted a second finger.
"Hmm..."
Getting used to one was one thing, but two was another challenge. However, Yuder had only frowned slightly and endured it, biting his lip. The two fingers, pressed together, had moved apart slightly and began to probe and poke inside more quickly and intensely.
A wet, squelching sound was heard between the slippery legs. It seemed Yuder had heard it too, as he opened his eyes and looked down between his legs. His mouth was slightly open, panting, and his tongue seemed to be craving something. Kishiar leaned down and kissed him again.
"Mmm... Ah... Huh, uh..."
As they began to kiss, Yuder's body had become much softer than before. As he relaxed more quickly, the fingers could also probe more boldly.
Kishiar had deliberately synchronized the movement of his tongue, which was delving into Yuder's mouth, with the movement of his fingers. At first, the sensations from above and below felt different, but as they continued, the two sensations began to merge, reducing the discomfort.
Pain and pleasure were all about perception. Kishiar hadn't wanted to cause any pain to the one he desired more than anything in the world.
Every time his tongue delved in, his fingers did the same, and when he sucked and pulled out, the fingers also gently withdrew. As they continued this rhythm, the tension in Yuder's eyes had almost disappeared. The playful movement of their tongues, taking and giving, made Kishiar happy every time it brushed against a sensitive spot.
Even when three fingers were inserted, the inside had only momentarily tightened to check the intruders but didn't push them out or become rigid.
Even though Yuder was an Omega, he fundamentally had a male body, so penetration would have been incredibly challenging. Whispering softly that he should speak up if he felt uncomfortable, Yuder had smiled faintly. A sigh had escaped him, his expression a mix of pleasure and pain.
"...I'm fine."
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‘What do you wish to achieve in life?’
‘I wish to play around and live comforta-‘
‘You must be aware of your talent. Now go attend Einroguard!’
‘Patriarch!’
My future would be guaranteed once I graduate. For my future!
Discerning the sexual desire directed toward him had been such a frequent experience for Kishiar that it was difficult to keep count. Many nobles had looked down upon him as a foolish and dissolute scion of a soon-to-be-extinct imperial family. They treated him as if he were a perishable fruit that must be consumed before it rots away.
Of course, Kishiar was well aware that the world didn't only consist of such sticky desires, and that there was no need to be overly concerned about them. But knowing and feeling are two different things.
Therefore, it was only natural that he felt a shiver in front of the pure, gentle blaze of desire that was now directed at him.
"Ah..."
Unable to overcome the sensation building in his chest, Yuder took a ragged breath, teeth clenched. He opened his eyes, and warmth flooded the corners, as if he'd shed tears. It felt like staring at a blaze, and he couldn't help but smile.
His gaze might have looked fierce, almost angry, but it was merely because the intensity of his emotions left no room for tenderness. Kishiar sensed within those eyes a desire directed at him, unburdened by any residue or reservation.
How wondrous and lovely it was that one person could desire all of another, and that the other could reciprocate that feeling?
The young man who had flung himself into Kishiar's arms was braver than ever. He embraced Kishiar without holding back, as if shedding all previous silences and barriers, and didn't suppress the sensations surging within him.
In his joy, Kishiar indulged in the moment far longer than he had initially planned, but Yuder did not push him away. Though occasionally he'd furrow his brow in apparent confusion or hesitate and flutter his hand, afterward, he would invariably pull Kishiar close and return the embrace.
It felt like a representation of the relationship that had always existed between Yuder Aile and Kishiar La Orr.
The man who had claimed all of Kishiar was sometimes clumsy in his responses. Unlike others who were awkward because they didn't know, Yuder seemed awkward precisely because he did know.
Even now, despite appearing to understand what would happen next and how bodies would unite, he couldn't hide his discomfort and hesitation when their faces were close, engaged in intimate exchange.
When he first kissed and sucked the tip of the breast, and as he moved downward to lick the slender belly and navel, the reaction was so intense that for a moment he thought Yuder might not like it.
If Yuder hadn't immediately wrapped his arms and legs around him to pull him close, he might have actually paused for a moment.
Kishiar had suspected this before, but Yuder Aile was incredibly sensitive. For someone who could navigate life without sight by relying on other senses, it was perhaps natural that his sense of touch was also heightened. Watching Yuder gasp and press his lips against even the places he touched without sexual intent made it impossible for any thoughts to string together in his mind.
To know that beneath that seemingly pallid and emotionless face lay such a torrent of intricate and intense sensations—known to him alone—was both heartrending and endearing.
While Kishiar licked Yuder's chest to soothe his nerves, Yuder, initially hesitant, gradually grew bold and pressed his teeth into Kishiar's chest as well. When he licked Kishiar's lean, sinewy wrist, Kishiar reciprocated by running his hand down Yuder's arm. If one kissed the other's stomach, the other would also press his lips to the stomach in return.
It was no exaggeration to say that they caressed nearly every part of each other's bodies, except for the back. If Kishiar took the lead in showing something, Yuder didn't stop at merely receiving; he returned the gesture with the same, or even greater, boldness. Kishiar laughed, slightly dazed by the heat of the moment.
Could there be a more certain moment to feel that the one entangled with him was Yuder? He felt overwhelmingly alive. Every breath Yuder exhaled, every sound he held back and released, felt fresh and beautiful. The sensuality Yuder displayed evoked thoughts of nature as it must have existed in the beginning.
Before all this, Kishiar became but a small human, worshipping it.
Moving like two free animals entwined, after satiating their long-held desires for each other, Kishiar briefly lifted his head.
"Sigh…"
Brushing aside the disheveled bangs that were in his way, he looked down to find Yuder staring back at him, his face flushed but his gaze unyielding. Despite the dampness on both their skins and the sheets, he realized anew through Yuder's eyes that their desire hadn't diminished in the slightest.
Those eyes were dark like a comforting shadow, illuminating nothing but Kishiar.
When Kishiar curled his lips into a small smile, Yuder slightly twitched his eyes and parted his wet lips. Just as Kishiar was captivated by Yuder, the latter was utterly vulnerable before Kishiar's smile.
Kishiar moistened his hand with the fragrant oil placed beside the bed. Rubbing his warm, heated hand against himself, what had already been standing painfully erect became even more rigid.
Should he try pulling out and reattempting due to its size? The fleeting thought passed, and as if reading it, Yuder pulled his hand to touch his equally erect spear between his legs.
"…"
At the moment their hand and legs met, his lean body quivered. Despite the rapid, almost anguished breaths in the silence, Yuder did not let go of Kishiar's hand.
In that silence, Yuder opened his mouth, and though no sound came out, the command was clear.
'Continue.'
Don't stop.
More.
Before the words even concluded, Kishiar's finger slipped inside, disappearing between Yuder's legs. Kishiar closed his eyes, feeling the sensation of a part of his body overlapping with that of his partner's. His eyelashes trembled, fully revealing the enormous heat his body felt.
"Uh…"
"Does it hurt?"
"No… it doesn't hurt. It's just…"
The latter words were left unsaid, but their meaning was not hard to grasp. Kishiar exhaled deeply, focusing his strength on his stomach, and gently probed inside with his oil-soaked finger. He was well aware that his hands were much larger and longer than those of ordinary people. Even just a single finger could evoke sensations beyond imagination. Particularly for someone as sensitive as Yuder.
As Kishiar's finger twisted somewhere inside, Yuder closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Sigh…"
Kishiar had patiently tamed the inside, waiting for Yuder to get used to the sensation of a single finger. When Yuder's tensed knee started to relax, Kishiar inserted a second finger.
"Hmm..."
Getting used to one was one thing, but two was another challenge. However, Yuder had only frowned slightly and endured it, biting his lip. The two fingers, pressed together, had moved apart slightly and began to probe and poke inside more quickly and intensely.
A wet, squelching sound was heard between the slippery legs. It seemed Yuder had heard it too, as he opened his eyes and looked down between his legs. His mouth was slightly open, panting, and his tongue seemed to be craving something. Kishiar leaned down and kissed him again.
"Mmm... Ah... Huh, uh..."
As they began to kiss, Yuder's body had become much softer than before. As he relaxed more quickly, the fingers could also probe more boldly.
Kishiar had deliberately synchronized the movement of his tongue, which was delving into Yuder's mouth, with the movement of his fingers. At first, the sensations from above and below felt different, but as they continued, the two sensations began to merge, reducing the discomfort.
Pain and pleasure were all about perception. Kishiar hadn't wanted to cause any pain to the one he desired more than anything in the world.
Every time his tongue delved in, his fingers did the same, and when he sucked and pulled out, the fingers also gently withdrew. As they continued this rhythm, the tension in Yuder's eyes had almost disappeared. The playful movement of their tongues, taking and giving, made Kishiar happy every time it brushed against a sensitive spot.
Even when three fingers were inserted, the inside had only momentarily tightened to check the intruders but didn't push them out or become rigid.
Even though Yuder was an Omega, he fundamentally had a male body, so penetration would have been incredibly challenging. Whispering softly that he should speak up if he felt uncomfortable, Yuder had smiled faintly. A sigh had escaped him, his expression a mix of pleasure and pain.
"...I'm fine."
Check out the new project:
Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy
Graduate student Yi-han finds himself reborn in another world as the youngest child of a mage family.
– I’m never attending school, ever again!
‘What do you wish to achieve in life?’
‘I wish to play around and live comforta-‘
‘You must be aware of your talent. Now go attend Einroguard!’
‘Patriarch!’
My future would be guaranteed once I graduate. For my future!
