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Maybe it was those clear eyes, watching him trustingly even while doing something so filthy.
Even if he tried to look away, the heat pooling in his gut refused to cool.
“I’m close… Nngh, Master.”
His trembling voice filled the space between them.
“Use your cum to stretch yourself open. So you can take me right after.”
Nael’s face lit up at the promise of being filled.
The drooping corners of his eyes curled upward as he smiled sweetly, his cheeks flushing red like strawberry juice.
He beamed so innocently, so willingly.
There wasn’t a trace of unease left in him—only an increasingly endearing eagerness.
Killian hadn’t taken his eyes off him for a second, and he had no intention of ever looking away.
And he’s not half bad at this, either.
Nael followed every command without shame, his pretty little moans slipping out unrestrained.
“Ahh—nn, haah… P-please…”
His back arched in the air as he spilled cloudy white, the sight almost comical.
The way he instinctively rocked his hips—despite never having touched a cock before—was so adorable that Killian couldn’t help but smirk.
He tried to maintain a stern demeanor, but his resolve was weaker than a reed.
With a long exhale, he started to sit up—only to freeze when Nael gathered the spilled cum in his palm.
What’s he—?
“Nnn… I-It’s not… working.”
Nael smeared the slick fluid over his tight little entrance before pushing a finger inside.
His hips tensed, his ass clenching hard enough to dimple at the foreign intrusion as he worked himself open with slow, clumsy strokes.
Killian, who had been about to stand, sank back into his chair.
He had to see this.
A strange tension settled in his chest, tight enough to make his heart throb.
“You think one finger’s enough?”
His voice came out rougher than intended, and he cleared his throat.
“Hahh… Hnn… B-but your cock’s so big… Sob… H-how much more…?”
“You’ve barely started. Be patient.”
The offer to help burned in his throat.
If he pressed against that sweet spot inside, Nael would cling to him, tears thick in his lashes.
He’d whine, already teetering on the edge, staring down at his own ruined cock with frustration.
But the one who needed patience here was Killian.
He took a deep breath.
Nael’s fingers moved in and out, pale fluid dripping as he added a second digit.
Hnngh.
The flat of his nails scraped against inner walls, the sensation bizarre yet intoxicating.
The tight ring of muscle took far too long to loosen—had it always been this stubborn?
His body refused to cooperate, no matter how desperately he wanted more.
Just as Nael tried to force a third finger in, Killian’s hand snapped around his wrist.
“Too fast. You’ll hurt yourself.”
Killian had closed the distance without realizing, stopping him.
But Nael just giggled, dazed, and shoved his fingers in deeper.
Ngh!
Before Killian could react, Nael had taken all four.
“Damn it, Nael. You—!”
“Now you’ll put it in, right?”
Nael’s gaze dropped to the thick bulge straining against Killian’s pants.
The sheer audacity in his eyes made Killian laugh.
‘Hell. I can’t win.’
Clothes were torn off in a flash, and Killian settled between Nael’s thighs.
Their lips crashed together, teeth clacking in a messy kiss.
Killian sucked hard on Nael’s tongue, swallowing his whimpers as he palmed Nael’s oversensitive cock, still wet from his last release.
Nael arched into every touch, fingers digging into his own asscheeks as pleasure crashed over him in overwhelming waves.
“Nn—ah!”
Pulling his slick fingers free, Nael wrapped his wet hand around Killian’s swollen cockhead.
Even his full grip couldn’t cover its girth, and the moment his fingers made contact, it twitched, precome beading and dripping.
Killian’s hands gripped Nael’s waist—and for a second, vivid color swirled in those green eyes.
Killian dragged the tip through the mess of Nael’s own cum, coating himself before pressing against the clenched entrance.
But Nael didn’t wait.
He forced himself down onto Killian’s cock in one sharp movement.
“Agh—Hhah!”
The stretch burned, his hips straining to accommodate the intrusion.
His thighs trembled like leaves in the wind, entirely beyond his control.
Even though his body had made room, sweat beaded on his forehead from the effort.
“Nael. Breathe.”
Killian’s thumb brushed gently over his damp brow, voice uncharacteristically tender.
Haa— Nael gasped, fingers digging into Killian’s broad shoulders as his lips parted soundlessly.
His throat, too tight to make noise, could only focus on dragging in air.
“Want me to move?”
Nael’s arms looped around Killian’s neck in answer.
Killian’s sharp eyes darkened, and with a slow roll of his hips, he sheathed himself fully.
Thick cockhead giving way to an even thicker shaft, splitting Nael open inch by inch.
With every thrust, Nael’s own cock dribbled helplessly, wetting Killian’s length, streaking his abs, even pooling in the dip of Nael’s navel.
“Hahh—f-feels… good…”
The slurred words spilled hot against Killian’s ear, breath damp and voice wrecked.
The last thread of Killian’s restraint snapped.
“Hah—ah! Aah…!”
Killian spread Nael’s legs wider, driving in until their hips met, pubic hair catching against sweat-slick skin.
The warm, velvety walls clung to him desperately, so tight he nearly came on the spot.
Nael’s insides were like molten pudding, melting his mind the second he was buried inside.
It’s like he’s made to ruin me.
He wished—foolishly—that this moment would never end.
That he could stay forever lost in Nael’s body, in the blissed-out expression on his face as pleasure consumed him.
A pointless wish. But with Nael’s heat around him, his brain was too fogged to care.
Nael clung to Killian like a koala, arms wrapped around his neck and legs locked around his waist.
His red lips desperately sucked and kissed Killian’s cheeks in a feverish rhythm.
He was so happy—so unbearably happy just from the simple fact that Killian was inside him—that he couldn’t stop.
“Ahh, Master…”
The slow, deep grind of Killian’s hips rubbed against his prostate, his cock pressing against Killian’s stomach.
Stimulated from both front and back, Nael didn’t know what to do with himself, tears spilling helplessly.
Killian’s long hair tangled around Nael’s fingers as they rolled across the bed in a heated mess.
Like beasts in heat, they relied solely on sensation, deaf to everything else, needing no words.
For this moment, even the vast bedroom fell into a deep, silent slumber, drowned in their shared heat.
“Nael.”
“Ah— Nngh…”
Killian freed himself from Nael’s arms, pinning his wrists down instead.
Lifting his upper body slightly, he slammed his hips up with force, holding Nael firmly in place so he wouldn’t be pushed away.
“Ah—! Nngh!”
“Can’t tell if this is a bed or a shore anymore.”
“Hhng…”
Under Killian’s relentless thrusts, Nael’s cock swayed in the air before spurting cum with a sharp jerk.
Nael twisted his waist, scattering moans as if unaware he had even come.
Whenever Nael was lost in pleasure, the skin beneath his collarbone—where Killian’s name was marked—flushed a deep red.
Wasn’t that a beautiful sight?
Even as his vision blurred, Nael kept his eyes fixed on Killian, his lust-drunk face never looking away.
Well-trained as he was, Nael curved his eyes into a seductive smile from time to time.
Just seeing that expression alone was enough to push Killian over the edge.
Killian pulled his slick cock out of Nael’s hole.
“Ahh…?”
Grabbing the back of Nael’s head, Killian tilted it back, and Nael reflexively opened his mouth, tongue lolling out.
Nael, you obscene little fairy.
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