DMHS 112

“Is there something you wish to do with me?”

Lucien’s expression clouded. Kian hastily waved his hand.

“No, don’t answer. I’ll speak first. There is something I wish to do with you, Lucien.”

His heart beat gently yet powerfully. Kian took Lucien’s hands.

“Please spend the night with me.”

“…Kian?”

He knew it was a clumsy approach. He was also aware that if those self-proclaimed romance experts at the tavern heard this, they’d burst out laughing.

But this was the method that suited Kian best.

‘I have no idea how to set the mood.’

Reading another’s desires was equally foreign territory for the current Kian.

All Kian could do was be honest.

“I know you’ve been avoiding physical contact with me lately. But I cherish the time spent with you. I don’t just want your kisses, I want all of you.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely. I mean it.”

Lucien tilted his head back and let out a rough breath.

“I’ve been wondering since earlier… Is that really true? You genuinely want to sleep with me?”

Kian understood Lucien’s reaction.

‘Of course he’d doubt me first.’

From the day of their wedding, Kian had drawn the line at physical intimacy ending with kisses.

He’d justified anything beyond that as something he’d only want to do with someone he really liked, so it was only natural he’d be puzzled by this sudden change of heart.

‘What if he asks if I’ve fallen for him?’

It was true he had grown fond of Lucien. But acknowledging it and voicing it aloud were two very different things.

‘What should I say so he doesn’t misunderstand?’

But his worries proved unfounded.

“I really like you.”

His face was brimming with joy.

“My answer is ‘yes’.”

Lucien grabbed Kian’s hand and pulled him up. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around Kian’s waist, slipped his hands under Kian’s knees, and lifted him up.

Leaning forward, he pressed his forehead against Kian’s. A sweet floral scent wafted up.

“I thought I was imagining things.”

Lucien laid Kian down on the bed. He awkwardly averted his gaze and replied.

“You mean when I suggested we sleep in the same room?”

“Everything, including that. I acted on impulse, but… did that really tempt me?”

“I admit I fidgeted a lot. Next time…”

“No. It made my heart race. I thought I’d go mad, so aroused I felt it in every hair on my head.”

Lucien settled between Kian’s legs. As he moved, a heavy, assertive presence brushed against Kian’s lower body.

Unable to believe the sensation he’d just felt, Kian lowered his eyes. Through the gap in the open robe, Lucien’s erect member stood proudly.

“Seems you have some peculiar sexual preferences.”

“Is that so?”

He casually answered, then seized Kian’s cheek and showered him with kisses.

“Your sexual preferences are certainly distinct.”

It was a remark meant to tease his partner.

After a moment’s hesitation, Kian asked curiously.

“What is it?”

“You.”

The dragon, who knew only his mate, smiled.

“Everything gets exciting when it’s with you.”

He was affectionate enough as it was. Now that he was in a good mood, every word he said was excessively sweet.

Thanks to that, Kian was the only one who felt embarrassed. Hiding his flushed face, Kian changed the subject.

“I’m not so sure about ‘everything.’ Would you really get excited hunting monsters together? Imagine this: hundreds of enraged werewolves right before us. Just the two of us, without even weapons.”

“That? That’d be properly thrilling.”

“Stop joking around.”

“I’m serious. I’m curious, will you show your true strength, or hide it again this time?”

Lucien narrowed his eyes and grinned. He lay back on the bed, slipping his hand beneath Kian’s loosened robe.

His large palm gently traced the contours of Kian’s collarbone and shoulder blades.

“Of course, I’ll love you either way.”

Seeing Lucien’s childlike smile, Kian lost his words. He realized he couldn’t win against someone who liked him this much.

Leaning forward, Lucien buried his lips in Kian’s nape. He bit and released the tender skin repeatedly, sending shivers up Kian’s arms.

The ticklish sensation transformed into something strange in an instant.

“Ugh, hmm…”

The lips that had traveled down his neck gently took hold of the nub at his chest.

Kian swallowed and twisted his waist. Sensing his discomfort, the other slipped a hand between Kian’s legs.

The action was so natural that Kian only realized his own state after his cock was in Lucien’s hand.

Above, his nipples were being sucked; below, his core was being stroked.

The problem was that this situation, far from being embarrassing, was exciting him to the point of dizziness.

As Lucien slowly raised his hand, his half-erect member harden. Heat surged into his lower abdomen, bringing a wave of pleasant sensation.

In that state, the rapid sucking on his chest triggered a chain reaction. The area around his nipples, which normally felt nothing special, began to throb.

‘This feels weird.’

Whether aware of Kian’s state or not, Lucien focused on caressing his chest.

He rolled his tongue around like tasting a small fruit, then poked it with his tongue. He spread his tongue flat, teasing only the areola surrounding the nipple.

Kian squirmed, pushing the bedsheet away with his feet. He bit his lower lip to suppress the sexual sensation. Otherwise, he feared strange sounds would escape between his teeth.

‘This feels wrong…’

His mind gradually became cloudy.

He’d braced himself for intimacy, but not to be overwhelmed like this.

‘Come to your senses.’

Kian seized the young man’s wrist. Lucien, mid-caress, looked up with puzzled eyes at the interruption.

Kian wrapped his legs around his torso. Shifting his center of gravity to his lower body, he quickly reversed their positions.

Kian knelt beside Lucien’s torso, mounting him.

“Are you trying to do it again like last time?”

Lucien chuckled playfully, referencing the incident caused by the potion.

Kian suppressed his embarrassment and shook his head.

“I won’t force it.”

Kian lowered his hand and grasped the man’s penis. He’d sensed it before, but the pulsing mass between his palms was far from ordinary size. It seemed less like a reproductive organ and more suited for another purpose.

‘But it functions the same way.’

Kian felt his tension mounting as he retrieved the scented oil from his dimensional pocket. He soaked both hands generously in the oil, then took the man’s member and slowly began to stroke it.

Though he’d lived many years, this was his first time holding and stroking the penis of someone of the same sex. Kian looked at Lucien.

‘Is this okay?’

Their eyes met. Lucien stretched his lips into a knowing smile, then propped himself up against the headboard.

Kian crawled forward on his knees to sit before him. Lucien’s intense gaze fixed on Kian’s face as he awkwardly stroked. When Kian looked up, Lucien was smiling again.

His face still radiated confidence. Kian felt a slight irritation.

‘He thinks I can’t do it.’

They say the clumsy cause trouble. Without a word of protest, Kian lowered his face and took the ma ‘s penis fully into his mouth. It had seemed large when he saw it, but now inside his mouth, its size was overwhelming.

But Kian had no time for such thoughts.

Lucien’s flustered reaction to the sudden action caught his eye first.

“Ugh, why with your mouth… Don’t do that.”

He definitely had a twisted taste. Seeing him sweat coldly was far more satisfying than his earlier relaxed demeanor.

Instead of answering, Kian smacked his lips. Even with just the tip inside, his mouth felt stuffed, the pressure pushing deep into his throat.

His jaw was already stretched to its limit, making it hard to squeeze tighter. Kian moved his head back and forth, creating a rhythmic motion. His hands gripped the base where it connected to the testicles, pulling it taut while the soft flesh of his mouth enveloped the upper part.

“Ugh…”

Lucien’s reaction came instantly.

Even if they were different species, the man was a proper virgin with no real experience. Right now, holding back his ejaculation was likely the best he could manage.

‘Just don’t panic.’

Realizing his partner wasn’t so different from himself, Kian regained his composure.

He quickly grew adept at sucking him off. True to his reputation for mastering anything physical, Kian grasped the technique after just a few tries.

His gaze caught Lucien’s hands clenching the sheets.

His knuckles tensed and relaxed with each of Kian’s movements, the bones protruding. He adjusted his pace in response.

“And your mouth is so small…”

His words entered one ear and slipped out the other.

The overflowing oil, the viscous fluid oozing from his member, and the added saliva soon filled the room with a wet, slurping sound.

Kian quickened his pace. Thick saliva dripped from the man’s half-open mouth, trickling down his chin.

‘Just a little more…’

But despite nearing climax, Lucien didn’t react.

His lips began to sting. Kian raised his eyes, his mouth still wrapped around the member.

Simultaneously, a wave of goosebumps raced across his entire body.

“Ah…”

Lucien silently stared down at Kian, who continued to suck him.

His expression was blank and emotionless, yet his pupils had dilated into long, horizontal slits, like those of a reptile.