REFDL 72

A moan of satisfaction escaped his lips.

The man thrust his hips with a languid expression.

Fap!

“……!!”

Fap!

“Ngh…!”

The white mound was crushed, losing its shape. After just a couple of thrusts, the delicate flesh quickly flushed red.

And that was erotic…

“…….”

Damn it…

‘How messed up is it that I find his pain and struggle appealing.’

Kaelus felt he had gone too far.

The man, who had lived a life far removed from acts like this by choice and circumstance, had never known how many diverse forms of sex and sexual preferences existed in the world. This belated realization made him feel guilty about what he was doing. Yet, even while he rarely reflected on his humanity, Kaelus did not cease his thrusting. With each tremble of the slender body, he felt pleasure that made his spine tingle.

His gray eyes darkened with desire.

The heat radiating from them warmed the air in the room.

Fwop! Fwop! Fwop!

He thrust inside rapidly, then drove upward, once every few strokes.

“Ngh!”

Each time, Yuram let out a loud moan, feeling pleasure mingled with pain. The lewd tightening of his inner walls was just a bonus.

‘…Damn it.’

If he let his guard down even a little, he’d lose control and come without a shred of dignity left.

Kaelus gritted his teeth. Paradoxically, while he was more faithful to his instincts than ever before, his reason was also clearer than it had ever been.

Creak, creak, creak! The bed shook, making a creaking sound.

“Ah! Ahh! S-stop. Stop……! It hurts, it hurts!”

“It hurts? Where?”

“…….”

Smack!

His palm struck the squishy mound. The pale body jerked. Eyes brimming with tears turned back at him, filled with resentment.

…….Kaelus nearly came right then and there.

“Huh. Th-there…”

“You have to tell me exactly where.”

He knew nothing of the world’s diverse sexual preferences, but the man, true to his instincts, moved again.

Smack!

“Huh!”

When the answer hesitated, he slapped the buttocks again. The reverberation from the blow traveled deep into the inserted cock. The jiggling flesh was a feast for the eyes, and the tight, tense inner walls felt good too.

He thought he might become addicted to this. Kaelus urged him to answer with his gaze.

“My… my hole…”

Smack!

“Stop stalling and answer properly.”

“…my back hole, inside, deep inside… It throbs and hurts.”

Yuram answered while sobbing.

Kaelus felt a dull ache in his lower abdomen. It was similar to the feeling of holding back the urge to urinate.

He swallowed his moans and maintained a cold, expressionless facade.

“Don’t lie.”

“Ah, no. It’s not a lie… Haaah!”

“You are hard. Ha, what’s with this cuteness for a dragon? I felt it when I put it in my mouth too… Small, pretty, cute.”

Yuram forgot the situation and gaped. Kaelus swallowed his lips, then pushed his tongue inside.

Then, with his fingers, he grabbed the nipples he’d neglected, blinded by the hole and penis.

“Mmm. Uh. Uh-huh…!”

His brow furrowed.

Yuram’s eyelids were closed, his thick lashes fluttering.

The visual stimulation was excellent. Kaelus swallowed dryly, shedding the last shreds of his sanity.

He pressed his body down onto Yuram’s, burying himself within him.

And he plunged deeper into the thrusting.

“Huhk, Kael. Please. Please……!”

His pleas were sweet.

The night was long.

* * *

Even now, Kaelus often lay awake at night. Nightmares clung to his ankles like shackles, and trauma often surfaced.

But Yuram was an exception to all of that.

At first, he couldn’t admit it. The fact that he was a dragon didn’t hinder his attraction to him in the slightest.

“……”

Kaelus rubbed his face and sat up with an extremely slow, cautious motion. The man sleeping beside him didn’t wake up.

Perhaps he wasn’t even sleeping; he might be unconscious.

His troubled gaze traced the marks left behind throughout the night (more precisely, from yesterday afternoon until dawn today).

The red and dark blue marks etched into the pale skin reminded him of footprints scattered haphazardly across a pristine snowfield.

All of them were his own doing.

“……Hah.”

The shameless beast that had sold its conscience within him reared its head.

Smiling at the rising sense of satisfaction, he revealed pure possessiveness in his eyes, as if marking his territory by scratching it with his claws.

‘Unbelievable.’

Kaelus chuckled along with the beast, brushing aside the strand of red-gold hair that had fallen across his cheek.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, then relaxed.

The man thought for a moment. …When he kissed Yuram, nothing got caught on his tongue. He pushed his index finger between his closed lips, just in case. He wiggled it around, examining meticulously, and finally pinched his jaw to pry his mouth open slightly for a visual check.

Indeed, there was no vessel.

‘The vessel… I’ll check again when he’s a dragon.’

While his instincts savored every part of Yuram, his reason agonized ceaselessly in the coldest depths.

About what to do with Yuram’s vessel.

There was hesitation, but the decision wasn’t difficult.

Dragons choose their mates through their vessel. That alone was reason enough for Kaelus to covet Yuram’s vessel.

He might get angry, might even resent it a little, but he had no intention of giving up. Watching Yuram throw his own body away was enough just once.

Kaelus laughed hollowly. No matter how he thought about it, it was absurd. He, who had once sworn he would kill Yuram without a vessel artifact, now coveted his vessel for the exact opposite reason.

Could a person change so completely, like flipping a palm?

‘No.’

It wasn’t a momentary shift.

Like rainwater leaving marks on rock, Yuram had been tapping at him for a long time.

From the Forest Village, or perhaps even from the moment they first met on the cliff.

It was just that the meaningful marks had only begun to show now.

Kaelus felt a refreshing coolness.

‘What was I so afraid of that I couldn’t admit it?’

Something so simple.

Playing with his smooth, silky, soft hair, Kaelus lay down beside Yuram again.

Daybreak was approaching.