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Adam let out a small, broken sound as his hazy eyes lifted.
His dazed pupils were clouded over.
“…Apologies.”
Chester’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if he hadn’t expected an apology.
“Apologies?”
“…I must look unsightly. And it seems… I’ve gotten some on your hand.”
Chester inspected his free hand.
Indeed, a streak of cum glistened on his finger.
He tilted his head, a meaningful glint flickering in his violet eyes.
“More stimulating than I thought. If you keep this up, I might end up wanting that too.”
That?
Adam couldn’t begin to guess what Chester meant.
This duke was truly an enigma—kind yet mischievous, warm yet impossible to pin down.
“Adam. You should be apologizing for something else.”
At those words, Adam’s mind sharpened.
The hand that had been holding his chin now stroked the back of his head.
Fingers slid through his glossy hair before pressing down gently.
Chester took a step closer, closing the distance between them.
“Do you have any idea how thick your pheromones are right now? Had those men been Alphas, they would’ve barged in long ago.”
“Hah—”
“Drawn in by the scent—wondering who the owner of such an intoxicating fragrance could be.”
Adam inhaled sharply.
Chester’s lower half was right before his eyes, the prominent bulge in his trousers impossible to ignore.
The moment he realized Chester was just as aroused, a shiver raced down his spine.
“I-I didn’t mean to…”
“Oh? I thought you did. You’ve been tormenting me this whole time with this scent.”
“I was too worked up… My apologies.”
“If you can’t control your pheromones just because you’re excited, what are we to do? You’re not some hot-blooded young boy.”
Chester sighed as if exasperated.
“What to do about this? We can’t very well leave like this.”
Rustle.
The sound of fingers carding through his hair grazed Adam’s ears.
Vaguely, he understood the expected response had already been decided.
Strangely, his insides itched—the memory of that hot tongue stirring him up still vivid.
Adam bit his lip, trying to suppress his pheromones as he spoke.
“…I’ll take care of it.”
“Take care of what?”
“…I’ll service you, Lord Chester. However… as you know, my body isn’t in good condition. I can’t take you from behind, so… I beg your forgiveness for that.”
“I’ve told you before, Adam.”
Chester’s voice lowered.
“I don’t have a taste for bedding the injured.”
Chester’s voice now carried a faint trace of laughter.
“You’re quite skilled, by the way. You must have a lot of experience in bed.”
A lot of experience?
Adam swallowed a bitter laugh.
If Chester knew the truth—that he had never even held hands with someone, let alone kissed them—what kind of reaction would he have?
Instead of confessing, Adam moved his hands.
He wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible.
Being naked in a cave where anyone could walk in was torture.
So, he resolved to deal with Chester’s desires as swiftly as he could.
“Hah! O-oh, I’m sorry.”
The moment he pulled Chester’s cock free, Adam let out an involuntary sound.
The sheer size of it—thick and long beyond comparison to his own—left him stunned.
He recalled Isaac’s from the night before.
‘Both brothers are well-endowed… Can I even handle this?’
Muttering inwardly, Adam glanced up.
Chester’s tongue slid out, licking his lower lip as if savoring the sight of Adam’s trembling gaze.
The deliberate gesture made Adam unconsciously swallow hard.
“Ngh.”
Adam’s nervous grip tightened around the shaft, and Chester’s brows twitched slightly.
“That hurts.”
“Ah—”
“I prefer it gentle. Keep that in mind, will you?”
Adam nodded quickly.
Even though it was Chester who was being touched, Adam was the one feeling flustered.
Holding his breath, Adam began moving his hand up and down.
The cock grew even harder in his sweat-slicked palm.
Squelch, squelch.
A sticky sound accompanied each stroke.
Adam’s fingers trailed lower, brushing over the veined length before grazing the sac beneath.
At that, Chester’s grip on the back of Adam’s head tightened.
“Hah, yes… just like that.”
A shift had come over Chester, who had been nothing but composed until now.
His voice dropped lower, and Adam studied his face.
Chester’s eyes were closed, lips curved faintly.
His long, pretty lashes fluttered faintly.
“Ha…”
His parted lips trembled lightly with each exhale.
Staring at those rose-red lips, Adam realized he was caught in a strange, swirling emotion.
This man had a charm that unsettled the heart—beautiful, sensual.
Feeling his own ears grow hot, Adam lowered his gaze.
The cock came back into view, glistening wet at the tip, a thin fluid steadily leaking.
“Adam.”
“Y-yes…?”
“Since we’ve become… intimate… hah… I’ll train you to my tastes.”
“……”
“Of course, my brother’s preferences will be factored in too. Stubborn as he is, he doesn’t even know… hah… what he likes. But we’ll figure it out—through your body.”
Chester pressed closer.
“Rub the head. Harder than before.”
As if entranced, Adam dragged his thumb over the slit, sealing it briefly before grinding down roughly.
A rougher gasp filled his ears, and just hearing it sent heat flooding through his body.
“Hah…”
Chester’s hips arched deeper, his platinum hair catching fractured light—red, blue, white, green—colors shifting like sunlight through stained glass.
Amidst that prismatic glow, he let out a low moan.
“Kh—!”
At the moment of release, Adam’s eyes remained fixed on the cock.
Thick spurts of cum splattered across his vision, and in shock, he squeezed his eyes shut.
The scent-filled liquid clung to his lashes, cheeks, lips.
“Ah…”
Adam still clutched the thoroughly soaked shaft in both hands.
Beneath his fingers, he could feel the fierce pulse of Chester’s heartbeat—thud, thud, thud, thud.
A cool breeze swept across the wide lake and rustled through the blossoming trees.
Branches trembled as white petals rained down.
Butterflies fluttered among them, their delicate wings stirring the air as they danced with the falling petals.
Chester was wiping his hands with a silk handkerchief.
He rubbed his long fingers with the cloth, his eyes shifting—but not to the trees, or the butterflies, or the petals.
His gaze was fixed on the man walking silently at his side.
“Better than I expected.”
Chester liked Adam.
There was something about him that sparked desire—a natural allure that kindled a fire in others.
Especially when he knit his brows and parted his lips like he was about to cry—it made Chester want to really make him cry.
He remembered that moment when Adam, flushed with shame, had apologized.
Chester had come dangerously close to shoving his come-slicked fingers into the young man’s mouth.
This innocent-looking youth seemed like he’d obey without protest.
If told to lick, he’d lick.
If told to swallow, he would.
“Let’s take it slow. Slowly savor it.”
They were bound to share bodies countless times anyway.
Rushing in would only dull the thrill.
Better to pace himself, to keep it fresh.
“I’ll talk to my brother,” Chester said suddenly.
Adam blinked at him.
“I’ll ask him not to treat you so roughly next time. You were awfully swollen down there.”
Chester watched Adam’s cheeks turn a soft peach hue with obvious amusement.
He looked like a prim gentleman but had some surprisingly dirty edges.
The moment made Chester’s desire stir again.
“Chester, there you are!”
At David’s call, both of them turned.
Adam, startled, came to a halt—but it wasn’t David who made him freeze.
“Oh, it’s my brother.”
It was the man just over David’s shoulder—Isaac.
* * *
I wonder if he gets jealous