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Nael licked a slow stripe up Killian’s shoulder.
He knew what this meant—a coy plea for indulgence.
Shy as he was, Nael rarely asked outright.
His half-hard cock rubbed stubbornly against Killian’s stomach, still refusing to soften, yet he couldn’t bring himself to be fully honest.
Was the Baron really the problem?
What else could trouble this little thing?
Killian had given him everything—the finest food, proper education, and… his own boundless affection.
Yet Nael, sharp yet oblivious, never seemed to realize.
“Fucking you full, and all you do is leak like a broken faucet. Not a single thought for your master, hm?”
Deliberately chiding, Killian watched as Nael shivered in response.
The lips that had been sucking marks into his shoulder now traveled upward, slow and deliberate.
When they reached his ear, Nael nibbled the lobe, then—like a seductive fox—let a sinful moan spill directly into Killian’s ear.
“Hnngh…”
Damn it.
All his half-formed thoughts shattered into dust.
“Nn—?”
As if unsatisfied with mere partial hardness, Killian’s cock swelled even thicker inside him.
Nael must have noticed—his lips left Killian’s ear, his hazy green eyes flickering with uncertainty.
“Nael.”
Killian’s voice was a dark promise.
“If you can make me come like this, I’ll let you go outside the estate.”
He didn’t add the unspoken condition—with me, of course.
There was no way he’d let this flighty creature dart off into someone else’s hands.
The refurbished villa was nearly ready anyway; a short trip wouldn’t hurt.
“R-really? Hah… Ahh—!”
“Yes.”
Even just sitting still seemed to overwhelm Nael, sweat beading down his back.
His breath came in ragged gasps as he tried to move his plush hips.
“At this rate, you won’t finish by tonight. Not that I mind. No time limit, then.”
Killian’s lips curved in amusement, like a man enjoying a playful game.
Every time his unusually thick cock moved, it stabbed deep into his colon—a result of Killian burying himself to the hilt just moments ago.
Nael’s small waist couldn’t pull away; instead, his squirming only drove it deeper.
The struggle was Nael’s alone to bear.
He had bravely taken the initiative, but it was proving too much for him.
“M-Master.”
“Hm.”
“Hng… Please… go with me.”
‘Take me with you.
I want you to show me what’s outside the castle.
The trees stripped bare by the wind, the frozen lake with white snowflakes melting softly on its surface, the towering mountains so high I’d never dare climb them.
Tell me about the world beyond this bedroom window.
I’ll listen.
I’ll remember every word.’
Nael’s words came out haltingly, tangled between moans, but Killian didn’t interrupt.
He waited patiently, wanting to hear what the boy truly desired.
And the answer pleased him greatly.
“Fine. A short trip might do us good.”
Not exactly the kind of words one expected while still buried inside someone, but he made sure his tone was as gentle as possible.
Then, without thinking, he let out a low chuckle.
“Hk—”
“I’m not laughing at you. Ah, Nael, don’t cry. You’re too weepy for a man.”
Killian tried to pull out, intending to soothe him.
“No… Not yet. You… haven’t come.”
Pressing his forehead to Killian’s, Nael exhaled shakily, then—as if resolved—began moving his hips faster.
Hah… ngh…
Nael squeezed his eyes shut.
His inner walls clenched like lips around the base of Killian’s cock, massaging it relentlessly.
His body was made for this—so sensitive that even the slightest stimulation could push him over the edge.
Soon, wet, lewd sounds filled the room as their bodies moved together.
Nael’s insides grew slick with every thrust, dripping so much he couldn’t tell whose fluids were spilling out.
“Ah… Ngh… I’m… close. More.”
Even as he rode Killian, he begged mindlessly, his dazed eyes locking onto his master’s face—flushed, lips parted, gaze hazy with pleasure.
Seeing Killian just as lost as he was filled Nael with satisfaction, driving him to move even harder.
“Ugh…”
“You’re the one devouring me.”
“M-Master… Hah!”
Damn, he’s going to pass out. Killian gripped Nael’s waist and slammed him down in one sharp thrust.
“Ah—!”
Nael’s lips parted in a silent cry, his body trembling violently as the cock inside him struck his prostate and battered his walls.
His breath hitched, nearly stopping—until Killian sealed their lips together, sharing the air he so desperately needed.
“Ngh… Hah…”
“I’ve come, so let’s lie down now.”
“L-Liar…”
He couldn’t feel any warmth inside.
He wanted to make Killian feel even better.
But before he could sulk, he was pushed onto the bed, legs folded over Killian’s arms as his hips were pounded relentlessly.
Nael tried to say something more, but his words dissolved into moans.
His cries soaked into Killian’s ears like sweet rain after a drought.
Even though they did this every day, there was something about Nael’s voice that washed away the exhaustion of endless reports and dull meetings.
Somehow, this boy had carved out a huge space inside him.
Killian realized just how much room Nael now occupied in his life.
“You’re going to be a baron.”
He whispered the long-planned words softly, brushing back Nael’s disheveled hair and teasing his earlobe between his fingers as he spoke.
Nael’s body jerked with each thrust, tears spilling from his reddened eyes.
His gaping mouth let out no sound—not even a moan.
“I’ll make it happen.”
“Hah…”
Nael lifted a trembling hand, tangling it gently in Killian’s hair.
“Mm….”
The servants bustled around, preparing for the move to the villa.
Since Nael had never been outside the main estate before, they meticulously packed everything he might need.
Compared to the initial plan, the scale of the operation had grown so large that an overwhelming convoy of carriages was now expected.
Nael suddenly recalled the first time Killian had visited the baron’s manor.
The repeated cleaning had begun at the break of dawn and lasted until late at night for several days.
Even before Killian arrived, the baron and his wife were too busy overseeing the preparations to contain their excitement.
Nael had been one of the many servants.
He polished the hallways until they shone and even scrubbed the corners unlikely to catch the archduke’s eye.
He had felt grateful even for the small kindness of sunlight drying the window frames.
Now, that memory seemed to drift away like a far-off dream, slowly fading with time.
Nael instinctively placed a hand over his chest, and his fingers brushed against a button adorned with fine gold.
He remembered the blueberries he had once carefully hidden in his shabby clothes.
He had wanted to give them to his sister.
That day, he had moved cautiously, trying not to damage them.
But the baron had crushed several of the delicate fruits with his hand.
Nael had been stunned, first by the baron’s furious shouting, and then by what followed.
Thinking back now, the baron had truly intended to send his sister into Killian’s bedroom.
He had given her a strong medicine to suppress her cough temporarily, so she could spend the night with Killian.
If Killian hadn’t accepted him that night…
If his sister had been forced to go instead…
A wave of horrific thoughts made Nael furrow his brow.
Hoo.
He let out a deep sigh.
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