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After a moment of inner struggle, Eren leaned forward as if making a firm decision.
His pale, delicate hand reached for the buttons of Ashard’s shirt.
“…”
As Eren slowly undid one button, then another, Ashard silently watched him.
‘I wondered why his face was getting so red—turns out he was seriously going to do this,’ Ashard thought.
Without a word, he let Eren continue his surprisingly bold actions.
As the collar loosened, Ashard’s sharply defined chest was gradually revealed.
Faced with those prominent abs, Eren couldn’t find a place to rest his eyes and quickly turned his head.
All the buttons were undone except the ones tucked into his pants.
Eren was wondering what to do next when Ashard spoke again.
“You should undo all of them, Eren.”
Face flushing deeper, Eren lowered himself.
Ashard, still seated, naturally made Eren lower his gaze to around his waist.
The resulting posture was awkward.
Gazing at him quietly, Ashard gently pulled Eren by the waist, setting him down onto his thigh.
Suddenly seated astride Ashard’s thigh, with his legs on either side, Eren’s entire body stiffened.
“Wh-Why all of a sudden…”
“You looked uncomfortable.”
‘This isn’t comfortable either!’
The protest was on the tip of his tongue but refused to come out.
They were so close their breaths could mingle.
Speaking felt impossible—breathing alone was hard enough.
Eren gently pulled out the remaining shirt fabric and undid the final buttons.
He seemed ready to step down from Ashard’s lap, but before he could move, Ashard’s arm snaked around his waist again.
“Looking up at you from here is… not bad.”
“Wh-What are you talking abo—mmph!”
The sudden kiss caught Eren completely off guard.
Ashard’s tongue swept over his lips in a slow, deliberate motion, coaxing them open.
As Eren tentatively parted his lips, the restraint Ashard had shown crumbled, and he plunged forward with all the desire he’d been holding back.
Warmth enveloped them.
Ashard’s tongue explored Eren’s mouth, possessive and relentless.
The unfamiliar sensation, the way it slid over every corner inside, made Eren’s eyes glaze slightly.
A soft, breathy moan escaped.
‘Hnn…’
Somehow, without realizing, Eren had wrapped his arms around Ashard’s neck.
The heat from the deep, probing kiss seemed to consume him.
Ashard’s breath mingled with Eren’s, then quickly swallowed it whole again.
With each pull apart, thin strings of saliva clung between their lips.
The room that once echoed only with the rustling of paper now filled with the wet sounds of kissing.
Unlike before, when Ashard hadn’t let him breathe, this time he kissed with deliberate tenderness—a silent sign that he had no intention of stopping tonight.
As the kisses continued, Eren sank down, trembling lashes fluttering.
A large hand slid under his loose shirt, firmly caressing the delicate skin of his back, radiating possessiveness.
The tingling sensation made Eren’s slim body flinch.
His skin, soft and smooth, seemed unreal even to Ashard.
As his hand crept lower, Eren, startled, lightly bit his lip—an unspoken plea to stop.
They finally broke apart, and Eren’s lips glistened with spit, uncertain whose it even was.
“Your hand is… why…”
“I think I’ve held back quite a bit, actually.”
As if to prove his point, Eren could clearly feel something thick and heavy beneath him—pressing up from Ashard’s thigh.
Lowering his gaze, he saw the outline of something prominent and undeniably large beneath Ashard’s trousers.
Far larger than anything an average man would possess.
Eren, eyes fixated in shock, didn’t even realize Ashard was watching him.
He leaned in and bit Eren’s pale neck—the opposite side of where he’d left a mark yesterday.
“Hahk…?!”
Eren gasped, breath catching from the sharp sting.
Ashard bit down hard, leaving a fresh mark, and began slowly exploring Eren’s body as if mapping it.
Starting from the neck and moving down to his collarbone, he left more red marks as he descended.
Eren didn’t know when, but his pajama buttons had all been undone.
As the fabric slipped over his shoulder, the pale curve of his chest was subtly exposed.
It was a delicate body, devoid of any muscle—completely opposite to Ashard’s.
His translucent skin and pink nipples were so enticing that Ashard wanted to take them into his mouth right then and there.
“Your body is even more obscene than I imagined, Eren.”
“Ah, Ashard… Wait a moment…”
“On any other day, perhaps.
But tonight, I’m afraid I won’t be able to listen to a word you say.”
With that low murmur, Ashard took one pert nipple into his mouth and sucked.
The pink bud stood stiffly, as if begging to be devoured—how could anyone resist?
A hot tongue began rolling over it insistently.
“Hahh—ah! Ashard…!”
Eren hurriedly covered his own mouth, but it was already too late.
The moan he hadn’t meant to let slip escaped past his fingers, filling the room.
Though it was late at night, he knew servants still roamed the mansion for inspections—someone might hear.
So he bit down hard, trying to stifle himself.
“Hng…! Huh…”
Noticing Eren’s struggle, Ashard lightly nipped at the nipple, as if telling him not to hold back, while his palm rubbed the other.
The tingling sensation made Eren’s body jerk.
As Eren’s focus was entirely stolen by the torment on his chest, Ashard’s hand slowly trailed downward.
“Nngh…”
Despite his efforts to stay quiet, ragged breaths spilled from Eren’s lips.
Any thought of how things had escalated like this had long since vanished, his mind wiped blank.
“Eren.”
“Hah… W-why are you stopping…?”
When Ashard’s lips briefly pulled away, Eren clung to him as if unwilling to let go, nuzzling against his chest.
Watching him, Ashard bit his own lip hard.
“I’m going to take you.”
“…Yes. Kiss me.”
As if pleading for Ashard’s lips again, Eren pressed a light kiss to his mouth.
But Ashard only narrowed his eyes at him.
“Do you understand what I mean?”
“…I know.”
Bathed in moonlight, Eren’s delicate body looked even more tempting.
Ashard traced the smooth curves with his fingers before speaking again.
“If you think I’ll stop at just kissing you like before, you’re mistaken. I intend to push deep inside you.”
Eren nodded with an almost innocent expression—did he truly understand what was coming?
Ashard’s hand slid between the soft mounds of his rear, gripping one plump cheek and spreading it.
A thick finger pressed inward.
“Hhk—?!”
Though only two fingers entered, they were so broad and long that it felt like something solid was carving into him.
As if declaring the warning period over, Ashard’s middle finger pushed deeper, stretching him open.
His discarded pants had slipped down his hips, now pooling around his pale thighs.
With the last barrier gone, his small, pink cock stood fully erect, twitching helplessly.
“Ah—!”
One hand worked slowly inside him while the other gently wrapped around Eren’s cock.
The overwhelming sensations—front and back—made Eren’s body shudder violently.
Ashard was on the verge of losing his mind.
The heat rushing to his face wasn’t just from the release of long-suppressed desire.
His hands explored every sensitive spot, but his gaze remained fixed on Eren’s face.
…Damn it.
He cursed inwardly.
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