The very day Yuder had turned his head away from Kishiar, who was changing clothes, out of a sense that one must not dare gaze upon the bare body of a royal—

Kishiar threw his discarded outer garment at the spot where Yuder was standing.

There were no more forbidden taboos that had not been granted permission. Yuder could now see and touch whatever he wanted. As he felt a large hand that had slipped inside his pants tightly grab and part the flesh of his buttocks, he undid the ribbon tied to the pristine white commander’s uniform. He could undress Kishiar’s uniform with his eyes closed. The moment his gaze was drawn to the exposed skin he had stripped with his own hands, Kishiar tangled their tongues so deeply that it left him unable to think clearly. In an instant, every nerve in his body lit up with a chilling jolt.

'Ah...'

A sensation, like something deep inside his abdomen twitching and dampening, crept in. It was a bodily reaction that now knew all too well just how good things could feel.

Fingers, accurately gauging the moment when Yuder’s legs unknowingly loosened, pushed in between them. The hand, groping and widening the already slick interior, moved faster and harder than usual.

Even with the slightly reduced leisure and gentleness, Yuder had no trouble getting aroused. The relentless movement that skipped over building up and immediately sought the deepest, most sensitive parts—on a night like this, it felt better than anything else.

A sharp, electrifying pleasure surged quickly and briefly all the way to the back of his head. As fast as the hand widened him, the way his inner muscles gripped and squeezed back became noticeably more greedy—even to himself.

“Hnn...”

With Kishiar’s three fingers deep inside him, Yuder unconsciously lifted his lower body. Between his hollowed, trembling thighs and indented rear, hot, sticky, translucent fluid trickled down. It was the unmistakable sign of a sudden, light climax.

'Haa...'

As his vision, clouded from pleasure, cleared again, Yuder saw Kishiar’s face looking down at him without blinking once. With fingers smeared in the fluid, Kishiar brushed his hair back and whispered lowly, face flushed with heat.

“…Truthfully, ever since you told me the meaning behind those two bottles you gave me, I’ve been hoping for this moment.”

“Is that something so outrageous you have to justify it...?”

His voice was faintly hoarse from having just climaxed.

“I thought, well... you might’ve been harboring some far greater desire.”

Kishiar kissed him on the tip of the nose as he replied.

“To be more precise, I wanted to do this right there in that kitchen. Even knowing full well you were about to go hand out the bottles, and that the kitchen staff’s break was nearly over.”

Beastly, really.

That flower-like man whispered as if revealing some devastating secret.

Yuder blinked a couple times, then let out a short laugh with a breath like a balloon deflating.

“…That definitely might have caused some trouble if you’d said it right then and there.”

“Right?”

“I mean, I probably wouldn’t have said no. That’s what would’ve been the problem.”

The kitchen was a space that had to be kept more pristine than anywhere else. It was the place that prepared everyone’s meals, and he knew that better than anyone—and yet here he was, having this kind of conversation. It suddenly struck him how utterly insane he was.

'And Kishiar must’ve thought the exact same thing.'

“If that kind of urge hits you again, how about compromising by suggesting we go upstairs instead.”

“But then we wouldn’t have been able to hand out the bottles today, would we?”

“No one’s going to die just because they don’t get them today.”

“A hole in the perfectly planned schedule of the commander’s aide—are you really saying that’s fine?”

“That doesn’t even count as a hole.”

Yuder had long since mastered flexible scheduling thanks to the previous life where disasters erupted left and right. And even if a minor issue did arise—what did it matter?

'If you want me.'

Kishiar was someone with an even tighter schedule and heavier responsibilities than Yuder. And yet, the fact that he desired Yuder so much that he was willing to momentarily forget all those burdens—that alone made Yuder feel good.

If possible, he didn’t want Kishiar to keep hiding that kind of desire from now on.

With a trembling breath, Kishiar buried his head against him.

“…You shouldn’t be too generous with me. If you’re too lovely, it gets harder for me to hold back.”

“Aren’t you the one who boasts the best control in the world, now whining like this?”

Of course, Yuder knew Kishiar’s patience and restraint weren’t flawless. But he was only human—such things were natural.

“I’m serious. Didn’t you see earlier? I almost dropped those precious bottles.”

“But you didn’t. And even if you had, you’d just put them back together.”

There had been a time when Kishiar had cracked a teacup. He’d immediately used his ability to repair it.

“Objects and people aren’t the same. What I’m worried about now... is you.”

'I might make you hurt.'

That soft whisper slipped out from between golden locks disheveled and draped over his eyes.

Yuder stayed silent, then wrapped his legs around the man on top of him. In the blink of an eye, their positions were reversed.

“Yuder?”

“Was that ‘ridiculous thing’ you wanted to do... did it include this too?”

“Huh?”

“So it wasn’t just that you wanted to hold me.”

To the point where controlling himself became hard—so much that he feared it might cause pain. Yuder recalled how rough Kishiar’s hands had been earlier.

The eyes that had stared at him like in a trance, forcing him all the way in without a moment’s delay. That terrifying sensation of being completely exposed under that gaze.

To be honest...

“All right.”

It ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ was good. The moment he said it out loud, he felt once again a sticky illusion of fluid flowing from somewhere inside. His insides twitched, reacting to the emptiness left behind by the fingers that had withdrawn.

That hunger—not quite pain, but hotter, wetter.

'If you’re feeling the same thing...'

Yuder bent down and kissed him. It was the deepest, stickiest kiss he had ever initiated himself, and he didn’t hold back his strength in the slightest.

“…Go ahead. I’m curious, too. How far we can go before it actually starts to hurt.”

Haa. Between their exhaled breaths, Kishiar furrowed his brows and grabbed Yuder’s waist. His fingers now gripped with noticeably more force than before.

“…That’s why I said, don’t tease me too much…”

Yes, that face.

The one flushed, mildly flustered, with a faint, helpless smile—that very face was what riled Yuder up the most. Kishiar needed to realize that.

Yuder whispered toward that face.

“Whatever I create next, the first and last of it—I’ll always give them to you.”

“……”

“So I hope your first and last... will always be mine, too.”

Ahh. A low, whimpering moan slipped from Kishiar as red flames flared up in his eyes. In those eyes—like the embodiment of pure lust—Yuder lost his focus just as he was pulled back into Kishiar’s arms and laid down on the bed again.

His insides, already melting and warm, were pierced in an instant. Before he could even cry out from the vivid sensation, the bed began to shake as Kishiar pulled his arms and sucked on his fingers.

 

How many times had he endured that head-burning pleasure?

No, it must’ve been dozens.

Once again, his whole body trembled as a burst of fluid escaped.

“Hh…uh…”

Yuder, catching his breath, blinked dazedly. It had been a long time since he’d endured so many intense sensations in such a short period that his mind struggled to function properly.

His body, as seen through his clearing vision, was truly a sight to behold. Until now, the marks from Kishiar’s mouth had been left only in places hidden beneath clothes, discreet and private. But now, it was hard to find a single untouched spot. Between his legs, the place that had been kissed and sucked the most, felt as if it were still crying out with a low, constant whimpering.

Compared to any fatigue from combat training, this kind of sensation was—in a way—much harder to endure. Pleasure drained strength faster than pain ever could. His body, which hadn’t broken a single sweat even during the harshest drills, was now soaked and trembling all over. The unfamiliar sensation startled him.

Once his breathing had stabilized somewhat and his heart rate slowed, Kishiar, who had been holding him, began to press his hips forward again. Though a bit slower than before, the depth of penetration and the weight pressing down remained just as intense as at the start.

“Nnngh, ahh, hnn…”

Yuder wrapped his arms around the man’s back and caressed it slowly. The feeling of their sweat-slicked skin sticking together might normally be unpleasant—but since it was Kishiar’s, he didn’t mind.

His fingers traced up along Kishiar’s spine and touched the nape of his neck. As they crossed the line where hair met skin, Kishiar trembled and let out a long, quivering breath.

“Huu…”

He gently lowered his head and buried his face into Yuder’s chest. Within that silence lay a deep and overwhelming satisfaction.

In every one of these quiet, peaceful moments, they would always exchange a few short words. They weren’t particularly proper conversations, but they were enough to convey what mattered.

What had happened that day. Who they met while handing out the bottles. The thoughts that had crossed their minds…

Yuder had finished saying all he had to say. Now it was Kishiar’s turn.

“…Before I came to you, what were you doing?”

“Things you know… and things you don’t.”

“What don’t I know—”

A ticklish breath stirred against his chest. It was Kishiar’s soft laughter.

“A letter arrived. From the Cat’s Whiskers caravan.”

“…Ah. Something new?”

He meant: was there some new news?

“Mm. What we’ve been working on… it’s going well.”

The lips that had lingered over his chest rose toward his neck. The mouth that now closed around the pulsing vein there made it feel like he might actually be bitten—hot, tingling, and electric.

'He does touch that spot often, but… tonight it really feels like he might devour me whole…'