SWY 93

Lestel’s kiss on Sharhan’s neck was filled with impatience and desperation. His tone was commanding, but his actions were closer to pleading. The words he spoke, neither fully a plea nor entirely a command, made Sharhan furrow his brow.

“Please. I’m trying to hold back the urge to shove my cock into you right this second by kissing you instead, so just let me. Haa, ever since we left Verden, I haven’t been able to do it even once, and I feel like I’m going crazy.”

Lestel, arms wrapped around Sharhan’s waist, went in for another kiss. This time, Sharhan didn’t avoid it. Just like Lestel said, they hadn’t had sex since leaving Verden. At most, they stole a few kisses out of Derry’s sight or touched each other’s genitals with their hands. That was nowhere near enough for Lestel.

The way his gaze occasionally lingered on Sharhan’s butt made it obvious just how much he was burning with lust, but there was no helping it. They couldn’t do anything in front of Derry. And they didn’t want to risk dying in some dark, secluded place after sneaking off for sex.

If they got too caught up in the act, they’d get careless with their surroundings. Missing a moving corpse could mean the end.

“Haah… Haaah!”

No matter how hard he tried to hold it in, a moan slipped out through his throat. Worried that Derry might wake, Sharhan couldn’t stay focused. Lestel, frustrated by the distraction, narrowed his eyes mischievously. He thrust his tongue deep into Sharhan’s mouth and reached a hand down between his legs. The moment he grabbed the slight bulge there, Sharhan’s eyes shot open in surprise.

“……?!”

As Sharhan squirmed, Lestel tightened his grip around his waist to keep him from escaping and began to fondle his cock. The sensation of it swelling in his hand, growing harder by the second, only heightened Lestel’s arousal. His own cock was already rock hard, the fabric at the front of his pants becoming unbearably tight.

“Hngh!”

Before he knew it, Sharhan was lying on the ground. The more Lestel’s hand stimulated him, the hazier his mind became. What shocked him most was how his back entrance twitched. As if it were longing to be filled by Lestel’s cock.

They’d only done it twice, so it wasn’t like his body should have grown used to it. Yet the deeper the pleasure grew, the more this strange emptiness crept in. His insides seemed to be tightening and loosening as if yearning for something big to fill them.

RUMBLE! BOOM!

The sky let out another deafening roar. Startled by the thunder, both of their flushed faces snapped apart. It was only then that Sharhan realized he’d been lying down. He scrambled to sit up and straighten his disheveled clothes. A quick glance showed Derry was still sound asleep.

‘Insane!’

If not for that thunderclap, he might’ve completely lost control and ended up having sex with Lestel. Realizing that sent a wave of shame crashing over him.

‘I’m not some lust-crazed beast.’

He could no longer claim to be indifferent about sex. What was even more ridiculous was how easily he’d nearly thrown away all sense and logic just from touching Lestel. It was hard to believe. But it had happened.

‘Is it because I don’t have experience? Is that why I react so easily?’

Probably because he wasn’t used to it.

Sharhan frowned, imagining himself with someone else. The arousal between his legs that wouldn’t settle down finally faded all at once. Just picturing being with another person was enough to kill it. It was absurd.

‘Fuck.’

Cursing under his breath, Sharhan wiped his face with both hands and shot a glance at Lestel. His face was still flushed, clearly not yet cooled off. His smooth silver hair, now damp not from the rain but from sweat, clung in strands to his skin. Short gasps escaped from between his slightly parted lips. When Lestel licked his bottom lip with his red tongue, Sharhan quickly tensed his thigh muscles to suppress another unwanted reaction. He’d almost gotten hard again.

“Honey, I’m going crazy wanting to fuck you from behind.”

Lestel licked his lip again, his eyes fixed on Sharhan’s crotch. Sharhan could feel his heart pounding at the raw desire radiating from Lestel’s gaze. This wasn’t the first time. At some point, his heart had started to react strongly and unmistakably to Lestel.

“You know we can’t. Just take care of that yourself.”

Sharhan spoke in a calm, subdued voice and motioned with his eyes toward Lestel’s groin.

“Ha, fucking Lord Luhas.”

Cursing Lord Luhas, Lestel stared into space for a moment as if recalling something, and then his erection subsided almost instantly.

“What the hell did you think of to calm down that fast?”

Sharhan asked, noticing the discomfort on Lestel’s face from being left unsatisfied.

“I imagined someone other than you beneath me.”

“What?”

“Shan, I think I’ve become someone who can’t do it with anyone but you. You’re gonna take responsibility, right?”

“W–what are you talking about?! Why would I take responsibility for that?”

“Because you’re the one who made me like this. I think my body’s changed so I can only sleep with you now.”

Lestel wrapped his arms around Sharhan’s waist and rested his face on his shoulder. The strands of hair brushing against his neck tickled. Sharhan glanced down at Lestel’s silver hair draped across his chest.

Unlike his own, which always turned into a frizzy mess on rainy days, Lestel’s hair still shimmered, even soaked with moisture. Today, it looked especially tempting. Sharhan had the urge to wrap it around his fingers before quickly looking away with a cough.

“What about all those people you slept with before? And now I’m the one who has to take responsibility?”

“I don’t care about them. Now I only remember sex with you. That’s how good it was. You felt the same, right?”

“I didn’t.”

“Come on, be honest. You liked it. You were struggling a bit the first night, but the second time at the mansion, you were moaning so much.”

“W–when did I ever….”

“You liked it best when it was with me, didn’t you?”

Lestel tilted his head slightly, looking up at Sharhan with a sly smile.

“Well… it wasn’t bad.”

Sharhan replied reluctantly, trying to sound indifferent. But Lestel beamed.

“Knew it. You liked it.”

“Are your ears broken? I said it wasn’t bad.”

“Honey, you think I don’t know you? That means it was really good.”

“……”

Knowing each other too well made it impossible to hide anything. Lestel, watching Sharhan seal his lips shut, chuckled briefly and lifted his head off Sharhan’s shoulder.

“So you’ll only do that good stuff with me, right? If I ever see you even make eyes at someone else, I’ll lose it. Promise me.”

“……”

“Hmm? Honey?”

Lestel’s hand trailed over Sharhan’s waist and lower belly, teasing him. He was only touching firm muscle, yet it still sent tingles down Sharhan’s spine and made the space between his legs stir. Finally, Sharhan slapped the back of Lestel’s hand.

“Fuck, fine! But you better not go fooling around with anyone else either.”

“I told you, I’m only capable of sleeping with you now. If it were anyone else, I’d rather go celibate. Sex is meant to be enjoyable, but the thought of being with someone else is just disgusting. Why would I?”

In other words, he only ever wanted to sleep with Sharhan for the rest of his life. Sharhan pulled at his flushed earlobe.

“……”

“Haah, what a shame.”

“What is?”

“I should’ve found you sooner. Then I could’ve rolled around with you all I wanted in a peaceful world.”

“Who said you could?”

Sharhan scoffed. The only reason they’d ended up doing the unthinkable together was because of these messed-up circumstances. In a peaceful world? No way.

“Of course I could.”

“What?”

“Whenever it was, I would’ve dragged you into my bed sooner or later.”

“……”

Sharhan was at a loss for words, while Lestel, unfazed, blurted out that shameless line and flopped onto his back.

“I really want to use that oil we brought.”

“Lestel, you…”

“What?”

“…How did you kill Delros?”

The question bubbling up in his throat wasn’t that, but it was the only thing that came out. Lestel gave him a look that said “Why are you asking that now?” but answered anyway.

“I gouged out his eyes, cut off both hands, and crushed his crotch. Then he died. It was too easy. I should’ve made him suffer more.”

“You really hated that you were almost killed?”

“I couldn’t leave him be. Those eyes that dared to look at you, those hands that touched you, that cock that got hard for you. And Verden wasn’t even the first time, was it? If we’d fought together in war, I’d have killed anyone who so much as got aroused by you.”

Gnashing his teeth with a feral expression, Lestel looked every bit like a madman consumed by jealousy. Sharhan scratched at his neck until it turned red despite not even feeling itchy. Finally, he couldn’t hold back anymore and asked,

“Lestel, are you jealous?”