DMHS 62

Leaving his mate alone like this would cause trouble in many ways.

Lucien placed his other hand on Kian’s flat stomach. He could feel his abs even through the clothes.

‘His hands were covered in small calluses and cuts too.’

Lucien felt once again that his partner was a strong swordsman.

He lowered his hand further, searching for the buttons of the pants. Because his other hand kept teasing Kian’s nipples, he fumbled a few times, but in the end he managed to undo them.

He pulled the pants down in time with Kian lifting his hips slightly. What appeared was underwear, his cock was fully erect.

Gulp.

Lucien, for some reason, felt his mouth water as he rubbed the cock over the underwear. Preoccupied with the nipple play, Kian only then realized his pants had been pulled down and raised his head.

A red alarm went off in Lucien’s mind.

‘I cannot let him stop me.’

Physically, he could never overpower him. Lucien decided to use Kian’s weakness. That was his face.

“I want to touch you, can’t I?”

Lucien lowered his eyes pitifully, then lifted them again. At the same time, his palm slowly stroked Kian’s cock.

The tactic worked. Kian froze completely. He could not even breathe properly, staring fixedly at Lucien’s face.

“I want to make you feel good too by touching your body. Won’t you let me?”

Regardless of the question, Lucien moved his hand quickly. He swept over the bulge in the underwear, making Kian’s hips jump in reflex.

Seizing the opportunity, Lucien slipped his hands into Kian’s waistband and pulled the underwear down. His cock sprang free, standing stiff. Lucien could not help but let out honest admiration.

‘Ah….’

He had never seen another man’s, but he was sure. Judging by the average body size and balance of humans, the answer was clear.

‘This is enormous.’

Kian’s cock was not only big. The unblemished shaft had a light pink shade. It was straight without bending, the shape neat, and his tight balls sat firmly underneath, pleasing to look at.

Transparent fluid was oozing out from the tip of the glans. His pubic hair was thick and black like his head hair, dampened from being pressed inside the underwear.

Lucien wrapped both hands around it. Even though he had not climaxed, the fluid flowing from the head had smeared down the shaft, wetting everything.

‘With this much, I do not need oil.’

Lucien stroked the cock up and down with both hands. Through the contact, he felt it twitch and grow larger. The hot body heat spread into his palms.

Kian’s chest rose and sank. He was trying to regain control, he shook his head quickly and spoke.

“I want to do it together, not alone.”

Kian lowered his eyebrows and pleaded again.

“With your cock, Lord Lucien… together.”

The words did not match his usual manner of speaking. Raising his head, Lucien saw Kian’s hazy eyes staring between his own legs. The gaze was fervent, almost twisted.

Lucien swallowed back a curse.

‘Fuck’

He pulled off his pants. After a moment’s hesitation, he pulled down his underwear as well. Light flashed in Kian’s eyes.

“Wait a little.”

Lucien reached out to stop him. From the subspace pouch on the table, he summoned the perfumed oil.

The bottle floated in the air, its cap opening on its own. The thick liquid tilted out, pouring onto Lucien’s palm.

With his soaked hand, Lucien gripped the base of his cock and stroked it. Already hard, it reacted strongly even to small stimulation.

Lucien crawled on his knees toward Kian. He pressed his forehead against Kian’s, steadied his breath, and kissed him again. Their tongues tangled messily, tingling running up his spine. Lucien lowered his hand, holding both his own cock and Kian’s together.

Both were already swollen, too much for his hands to hold fully. Even so, with his hands slicked in oil, Lucien moved tightly up and down.

“Haa, ha…”

“Ungh, huu, uugh…”

Each time their cocks rubbed, wet noises echoed. Seeking stronger stimulation, Kian unconsciously thrust his hips.

Lucien tilted his head and latched onto Kian’s lips. His lips parted, gasping for breath, unable to close.

His head grew hazy. The thread of reason thinned by the second. His heart pounded so hard that every pulse point in his body throbbed.

Lucien narrowed his eyes. Kian was right there, closing his eyes as if he could not withstand the sensations. Each time the grip tightened around his cock, his brows drew together. He licked his lower lip or bit it lightly with his upper teeth.

Lucien brushed back the damp strands of fringe sticking to Kian’s forehead. With the smooth forehead revealed, his features stood out clearly.

His cold expression in daily life and his gentle smile toward close people were both good, but his face, undone in pleasure, was something entirely different.

With his eyes faintly red and holding back his moans, he looked like a priest restraining carnal desire. If he wore a black robe that reached up to his neck, it would be quite a sight.

Just imagining it made Lucien’s nerves burn. The instinct to leave footprints on untouched white snow was natural to all living things. Lucien bit gently at Kian’s nape without hurting him and pushed his body down.

Lucien placed both hands beside Kian’s face. Their lips pressed hard enough for their noses to flatten, and their swollen cocks rubbed together. As if the oil had melted under their body heat, wet squelching sounds came from where they touched.

Lucien moved his hips with larger motions. Because of the smooth oil, his cock slid and shifted, pressing against Kian’s perineum. The spot grew wet and shiny with fluid. Beneath it, a small hole could be seen.

Lucien swallowed dryly at the sight of the tightly closed entrance.

“Ah…”

He felt both desire and other tangled emotions.

He forced his eyes to turn and embraced Kian. With their bodies pressed together without a gap, he moved his hips and squeezed his cock against him.

“Hhuuh, uh, uh, uh, huhh…”

Kian let out shallow, broken breaths.

“Uh, huhh, ah, ahh, hahh, haahh… no… ahh…”

The cock in Lucien’s hand twitched, showing it was close. Kian pressed his calves and scraped his feet against the sheets.

Soon his sensitized skin trembled, and semen spurted from the tip of his cock. The smell of semen filled the air, and at the same time Lucien also reached climax.

The peak was so strong it blanked his mind white.

“Haa, haa…”

“Hoo…”

Lucien leaned his head against Kian’s chest, catching his breath. The muscles that had been tense now passed on a languid feeling.

After a while, Lucien lifted his body. Semen had splattered, covering not just their groins but up to their chests. Lucien wiped Kian’s and his own body clean with a cloth taken from the subspace pouch.

Kian, on the other hand, still had not come to his senses. He only blinked slowly, his eyes dulled from the aftereffects of climax. Lucien pushed his fringe back with a sigh.

“You promised. Don’t blame me later.”

Kian said with a slightly hoarse voice.

“Of course… whatever happens, I will take responsibility for what I did.”

Hearing that confident voice, Lucien thought he was right.

“Yes. You are that kind of man.”

Kian would absolutely do that. To him, being brought to climax was not something serious. Even if he had been drugged and impregnated, he would not resent Frederick or Lucien, but would take all the responsibility himself.

Realizing this, a dark thought rose naturally.

‘Should I use this chance to have a child?’

It did not take many attempts to form a womb and bear an egg. Just once was enough.

The reason this fact was not known was because previous dragons had taken plenty of time to earn their mates’ affection before preparing. Forcing themselves on their mates did not fit a dragon’s nature, and thinking of the long future with their mate, it was not helpful.

But now the situation was different.

On the day of his wedding to Kian, Lucien had thought,

‘If time passes, he will come to love me.’

But the more time he spent with Kian, his thoughts shifted constantly.

From ‘How can I make him love me?’ to ‘Will the day ever come when he loves me?’ Now Lucien’s honest feeling was this:

‘My mate will never love me.’

If their marriage was only a duty without feelings, it was better to finish things like this.

‘My mate is not the kind of man who would abandon his own child.’

‘If there is a child, he will not be able to leave easily.’

‘I can keep him by my side. Forever…’

Lucien’s heartbeat quickened. The thought of binding Kian to his side for life lifted his mood high.

He felt freed from the chains he had put on himself, saying it would never work, that it was impossible. What he had longed for desperately was now right in front of him.