I-is it now. Has the timing finally arrived?
This was clearly the moment to make the move.
Haimar had obviously laid out the mat, essentially saying, ‘Go on, show me some tricks.’
If Ben were to change the subject now to avoid the conversation, that would truly be a cause for punishment.
Having already experienced a severe punishment in a way he never wanted to repeat, Ben was eager to decline such an experience.
Ben awkwardly glanced at the ending credits, which were nearly finished, and stumbled over his words.
“Ah, so, um, let’s do it.”
“Hmm.”
Oh god, I knew that would be his reaction.
Ben never expected anything he said to be one hundred percent satisfying to Haimar.
This was the limit of Ben Plaskun, who could never fully lose his shame, and the fault of Haimar Eilec’s high standards.
Sure enough, Haimar narrowed his eyes and suggested:
“How about something more affectionate? Like, ‘Hold me.’”
‘—My darling, hold me.’
“You even have an excellent reference.”
Unfortunately for Ben, right at that moment, the post-credits scene of the movie, whose ending credits had just finished, was playing at a dramatic time.
It happened to be a scene where the male actor playing the Guide was making an earnest, sticky plea to the other actor.
The intimate tone and the way they subtly pressed their bodies together were dazzling for a film rated 15 for teenagers.
The atmosphere was so thick and greasy that you would believe they had melted an entire stick of butter into it.
That must be why they included it as a post-credits scene.
In any case, it was a flat-out impossible request for Ben.
“That’s impossible unless that actor possesses my body.”
“That won’t do.”
When Ben refused, Haimar smiled faintly and pulled Ben’s body, which was leaning against him, into an embrace.
Seeing his smile, Ben realized:
That’s a fake smile.
Seeing that false smile, which Haimar used when they were first getting to know each other, after a long time, it felt even colder.
It hadn’t seemed that cold back then, but compared to the smiles he wore these days, the difference was stark.
In that large gap, Ben involuntarily felt Haimar was unfamiliar.
Haimar soon whispered in his ear.
“The experience of meeting a person wearing this skin is enough once.”
“…Can’t I even make a joke?”
Startling.
Ben’s shrinking heart instantly softened. It was abundantly clear what Haimar was referring to.
He was probably talking about the time Xenon couldn’t control his power and took on Ben’s face.
Even though it wasn’t done maliciously, it seemed to be a rather unpleasant memory for Haimar.
It said everything that the way Haimar chose to return Xenon, who was on the verge of going berserk, to his original state was by obliterating Xenon’s face.
The memory felt distant somehow…
Anyway, Haimar, who had wiped away the fake smile and returned to the comfortable face Ben knew, added:
“It’s a matter of sincerity.”
Sincerity, my foot.
Then why don’t you try seducing me with all your sincerity?
What’s so good about it—no, he is handsome, but still—who is he doing this for that Ben should willingly say such words, risking all this embarrassment?
Ben felt that his mission was complete the moment he brought up the suggestion.
“If you’re so good at it, you should go first.”
“Me?”
“Yes. We just watched an excellent reference together, didn’t we?”
So, he brazenly threw the challenge back at Haimar.
Haimar seemed to think Ben would always fall for his teasing, but that was a huge mistake.
Besides, he was growling like an unbridled beast just moments ago, and he kept talking about Ben being his puppy or whatever, but so what?
He has to listen well.
Ben intended to show that he could be just as mischievous if he put his mind to it.
Since he had already declared his intention to play tricks earlier regarding the control device deactivation, such mischief was now possible whenever and however many times he wanted.
“Now, hurry up and do it—”
“Hold me, Master.”
“……”
Honestly, he truly had a knack for leaving Ben speechless.
Going one step further, Haimar had left Ben utterly dumbfounded.
Conversely, it was not difficult for Haimar.
The fierce beast that reigned at the top of the food chain easily hid its claws and teeth.
It willingly wore a leash around its neck and laid prostrate.
Its true nature could not be hidden, but it could certainly put on a show in front of Ben.
He had even declared it before.
He would act like a son of a bitch dog in the palm of Ben’s hand if Ben wished.
Considering he had those ridiculous thoughts even before they became a couple, it seemed Haimar was destined to be soft on this easygoing, herbivore-like Guide.
Only Ben, Haimar’s only Guide and lover, remained oblivious to his thoughts, simply staring at him blankly.
He had expected Haimar could do it, but he hadn’t expected the words to come out so sharply.
It was surprising that there wasn’t even a hint of hesitation.
Ben debated whether he should shed tears of joy at the vast progress, recalling Haimar’s abrasive past.
But to his embarrassment, the emotion shattered within seconds.
“Is this enough?”
“Do you have to add a line like that afterward? It would be much better if you didn’t.”
“I’ll keep that in mind next time.”
Ben, his emotion having cooled down, grumbled discontentedly.
In any case, Haimar had done what Ben wanted, so Ben, in turn, had to give him a response.
To back out here would be inhumane.
Haimar’s eagerness, as he waited for Ben’s words, was somewhat similar to a child’s pure excitement, making Ben feel like he couldn’t refuse anything.
The problem, however, was that the body and mind were separate entities, and the words just wouldn’t leave his mouth.
“Ho-hold… h-hold…”
His brain was relentlessly issuing the command, but his lips simply wouldn’t open with the same smooth audacity as Haimar’s.
He felt like he had somehow managed to perform acts that were far more intense, like fellatio, but speaking was buffering.
Perhaps it was because he had just watched excellent references like the movie and Haimar.
The movie was done by professionals, so of course it was slick and greasy like butter.
And Haimar—well, since he was the person Ben loved, everything he said naturally sounded pleasant.
Compared to Ben himself, their standards were so high that he couldn’t even follow a quarter of the way.
A strange wave of embarrassment crept up, and he felt his body getting redder, like a thermometer scale rising.
His ears and the corners of his eyes flushed and felt hot first.
His hands were sweaty, his voice trembled, and his eyes spun as they met Haimar’s gaze.
“Ho-hold…”
“I can’t hear you well. Louder.”
Finally, Ben squeezed his eyes shut and shouted:
“…Hold me, you jerk!!”
Zzzzzzzzt—
“Ugh…”
Ben instinctively grabbed the smartphone lying next to his pillow and slowly opened his eyes.
The time displayed on the lock screen was just past 4 PM, well past noon.
This was quite the oversleep.
He had never slept this late, no matter how tired he was, and it was a good thing today was a weekend; he would have been in big trouble if it were a weekday.
Still, considering last night, waking up at this time was considered fine.
The last moment Ben remembered was the desk clock pointing to around 4 AM, as he was exhausted from the excessive sex.
My back is going to break…
Ben pulled down the blanket covering him up to his head and struggled to sit up.
A dull ache shot through his lower back.
A tingling sensation was felt in the shameful area he couldn’t describe.
When he cautiously touched it, the taut, swollen entrance felt slick.
It was probably the soothing ointment Haimar had applied.
Considering Haimar had climaxed inside him so mercilessly yesterday, and yet his body was clean and the bed sheets were spotless, it seemed Haimar had stayed behind to meticulously clean up after Ben had practically passed out.
Immediately after his unintentionally forceful suggestion last night, Ben had been dragged to the bed as if he’d been kidnapped.
In truth, he hadn’t meant to throw out those words.
It just slipped out after he was rushed.
He was flustered, but before he could recover the words he’d spat out, he was busy being dragged away by Haimar, who looked somehow delighted.
After that, he was devoured several times, just as scheduled.
He felt like he would die of shame thinking about how many times he had experienced the phenomenon Haimar used to call a fountain—without the influence of alcohol and while completely sober.
It was strange that he couldn’t control his own body. He heard the ridiculous explanation that his body was now automatically reacting because he had experienced it once.
Yet, because he kept climaxing so profusely, Haimar even suggested tying his base next time.
Ben almost pleaded with him not to do it, and Haimar let it slide this time.
However, Haimar’s eyes looked meaningful, and Ben felt a chill down his neck, sensing Haimar would definitely do it next time.
“If you’re going to apply ointment, why not just do it moderately enough not to need the ointment in the first place.”
Ben muttered a small complaint and gently stroked Haimar’s hair with a cautious movement.
The soft, platinum-blonde hair clung to his hand.
Haimar’s skin was as white as jade, without a single blemish, and when Ben looked at him under the bright sunlight, he truly seemed like he would melt into the light.
In any case, the person who had made the promise, which was unclear whether it was serious or just an empty threat, was peacefully asleep next to Ben, oblivious to the world.
Haimar was usually not a man who slept late or needed more sleep, even if he went to sleep later than Ben.
Since he was currently struggling with the adaptation issue, Haimar sleeping so quietly was a very rare sight, only seen recently.
Although Haimar himself didn’t hide his annoyance about this, Ben simply decided to enjoy it.
Whether good or bad, thanks to this adaptation issue, Haimar didn’t immediately wake up even if Ben made a little noise.
Plus, he could quietly and greedily touch Haimar’s face without Haimar knowing, making it a win-win situation.
