REFDL 71

Silence after the shock.

The void that began with ‘I’m sorry’ stretched on for a long while.

And tears began to well up in Yuram’s eyes.

His wet, narrowed eyes glared at him. Kaelus was so flustered he could barely breathe.

‘Why?’

The question was fleeting. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from his eyes, glistening with moisture like a sunset trapped in a glass.

Like a jewel with a heart. One that would pulse beneath your fingertips if you touched it.

……Could I just lick it once?

‘I’ve lost my mind.’

As that thought reached Kaelus, he berated himself.

…The man had been beyond his limits long ago.

The moment he first stepped into this room, Yuram’s overwhelming scent filling every corner left the back of his head spinning

He immediately held his breath. He’d never considered himself particularly sensitive to smells, yet his mind felt hazy, as if he’d swallowed sleeping pills.

He clenched his fist so tightly it hurt. Only then could he pretend to be normal.

Right now.

The fact that Yuram was a dragon didn’t bother him in the slightest.

Everything about him was too vivid.

He was like a prism dropped into Kaelus’s monochrome world. The light was so blinding he couldn’t look directly at it.

……How could I have failed to see this light before?

“Why did you do something you should be sorry for in the first place!?”

“……You’re right.”

Yuram faltered at the obedient reply.

For a moment, an expression that seemed to say ‘Why is this guy acting like this today?’ appeared on Yuram’s face before quickly vanishing.

Kaelus barely suppressed the itch in his gut. Even a man slow on the uptake could tell that Yurim’s reaction was far gentler than expected.

That was right.

Kaelus was a man incapable of even feigning “I’m fine.”

…If he’d been a decent person to begin with, he wouldn’t have dared to harbor feelings for someone he had treated so harshly.

So.

“I’m sorry.”

For being this kind of person.

For still liking you, even though I’m this kind of person.

“Stop apologizing! Stop it and tell me honestly! Do I… do I disgust you?”

The choked-up voice pierced his eardrums like a spear.

Kaelus held his breath.

The tears pooling in Yuram’s eyes finally spilled over. A transparent line formed on his pale cheek.

They didn’t fall to the floor.

The man reached out with both hands and cupped his soft cheek.

Yuram said no more.

Instead of saying no, the man pressed his lips to his.

Yuram’s startled mouth opened slightly, and he seized the opening, pushing his tongue inside first.

When he came to his senses, he was exploring him.

His supple waist arched backward.

His head followed suit. Beneath the head that seemed about to snap back, long, luscious hair swayed like a curtain.

A hand, smaller and more delicate than his own, gripped his muscular wrist.

Blood rushed to his core at the desperate yet meaningless gesture. Veins bulged and pulsed along his forearm. The back of his neck stiffened.

“Hmph. Uh. Uh-huh. Huh. Stop… it.”

Clear saliva trickled down his chin. Kaelus pulled away to let Yuram breathe. He licked up the spilled drool with his tongue, as if it were sweet wine.

“Who, who would fall for such a thing…!”

Yuram pushed Kaelus away.

The well-trained knight didn’t budge an inch.

Instead, Yuram, who had touched his solidly muscled chest, was the one who flinched in surprise.

…Squeeze.

His hand moved of its own accord.

I’m not a pervert. It was just… just irresistible.

Kaelus looked down at Yuram, who was kneading his chest with all five fingers, wearing an enigmatic expression.

“Ah, ah, no, this isn’t!”

“Do you like it?”

“Th-that’s not it. No!”

“Then, you don’t like it?”

……What is this bastard doing?!

Yuram faltered, feeling an instinctive danger. Kaelus remained calm. His expression was as impassive as ever.

He pressed down on the back of Yuram’s hand, which was clutching his chest. Almost as if to encourage him.

“Well. It’s a rather important matter to me.”

…Whether he likes his chest?

“That too. And also, how you feel about me.”

Then he smiled.

Yuram’s ears rang with shock.

A sheepish smile?

That Kaelus and a ‘sheepish smile’…!

The shock was brief.

And that was the last chance granted to Yuram.

“Ugh… ah, stop, h-hah! What are you doing?!”

Kaelus didn’t answer. He tore Yuram’s clothes without hesitation.

He wedged his massive body between his legs.

Kaelus revelled in the sensation of the resistance fading beneath his hands.

In an instant, the naked Yuram gasped for breath.

A deep crimson spread from his face to his neck. The small, protruding nipples on his pale chest were even redder.

Even in the chaos, he could see Yuram’s head turning. He watched him squirm, trying to escape, and Kaelus’s back tingled with excitement.

The sight of him, arms pinned, crushed beneath him, unable to move, yet still straining and grunting and trying to curl his legs, was especially arousing.

“Haa.”

His neck tensed. As he exhaled a long breath, Yuram beneath him flinched.

Kaelus didn’t move for a moment. He licked his lips as he gazed at Yuram as if admiring a work of art, his hollowed collarbone that begged to be sucked, his waistline forming a perfect curve, his thighs that looked soft and supple.

‘A work of art…’

He didn’t think it was an incorrect expression. If there was anything in his life he could ever possess that held true value, it would be this.

Kaelus smiled.

It was a smile tinged with a hint of emptiness and self-deprecation. Yuram, who had been carefully assessing the situation, was surprised by that smile.

Watching that reaction, Kaelus recalled the reasons he thought he avoided Yuram.

‘All just pathetic excuses.’

He was simply afraid.

Afraid of something beyond his control.

Something that dragged him along regardless of his will.

A situation like this, where he had to acknowledge an irresistible, fateful force.

Kaelus, having lowered himself, eagerly took Yuram’s half-erect member into his mouth.

He wanted to take his time admiring that peach-white, rosy, adorable cock a little longer. But if he dawdled, he might not get to taste it.

And Kaelus was right.

Yuram jerked as Kaelus put his penis in his mouth. In reality, his wrists were held firmly, so only his hips bucked.

Whether by misfortune or luck, that caused his cock, which had been partially exposed, to slide completely into Kaelus’s mouth. The soft, white testicles, resembling their owner, pressed against Kaelus’s jaw.

……Kaelus nearly came without even getting to put it in.

“Huhhh! Haah! Ahh! Wa-wait, wait! I don’t like that!”

Yuram shrieked. His arms, struggling to break free from Kaelus’s grip, grabbed hold of the gray hair. Kaelus let Yuram do it.

He smacked his lips and only raised his eyes. He savored the sight of Yuram moaning in pleasure.

His heated member grew harder within his undergarments.

It felt as if he himself, not Yuram, was being sucked right now. His pale body writhed in response to the pleasure being given, and that alone provided Kaelus with more than enough stimulation.

‘Damn it…’

He was at his limit.

His self-control slipped through his fingers like sand.

Spurt, spurt.

He pinned Yuram down as the latter trembled, spewing semen, and spat the semen he’d held in his mouth into his quivering hole.

The viscous, lewd fluid dripped down, disappearing into the inner walls.

“……”

After probing the hole a few times with his fingers, Kaelus, with a somewhat dazed expression, aimed the tip of his cock at the wrinkled opening and forced it in.

“Wait, just a moment…!”

He slammed it in.

Thud!

“Hngh…!”

Yuram’s pupils dilated, his eyes rolling back for a moment. It was only lubricated, not fully relaxed, his inner walls were forced open.

His straining thighs twitched, his toes pointed straight up toward the air. His back, arched like a bow, trembled as it formed an arch.

Spurt

The peach-colored penis that had just emptied itself spewed another stream of clear fluid.

Unlike Yuram, who was so out of his mind his vision blurred, Kaelus felt every sensation fully, moaning as he threw his head back.