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Wherever Lowell’s pale fingers touched, red blooms followed.
Felix blamed the dizzying heat in his chest on the thick scent of flowers in the room.
“You don’t know what I might do.”
“Whatever you do—it’s still you.”
Lowell had a way of provoking while sounding like he trusted Felix completely.
As if he couldn’t hold back anymore, Lowell undid Felix’s tie.
“What are you doing?”
Instead of answering, Lowell pulled Felix closer by the neck.
It wasn’t much strength, but Felix didn’t resist.
His lips landed on Felix’s nape, scented with apples.
He opened his small mouth and lightly licked, nibbled, and teased the skin.
“Hah… So now you want to play like kids?”
Felix twisted slightly to pull away.
His words were playful, but desire flickered back into his gaze.
“You seem to like playing.”
Lowell glanced down at Felix’s thigh.
The outline of his arousal was clear through his pants—it was obvious how much he wanted Lowell.
“This has been like that for a while now.”
Even though he seemed composed, Felix’s ears were red as fire.
“You drive people crazy even without trying. But tonight—you seduced me on purpose. What else did you expect?”
Lowell’s hand slid up to gently touch Felix’s earlobe.
Stroking the most vulnerable part of this seemingly solid man stirred up a strange, greedy desire.
“Then do as you wish.”
Felix’s chest rose sharply.
He lightly tapped Lowell’s cheek—an action that wasn’t much different from what Edwin had done earlier.
Yet, maybe because of the desire behind it, heat spread through his entire body.
“How do you know how far my filthy desires go?”
A faint shadow crossed Felix’s face.
But before it could settle, Lowell leaned into his hand and closed his eyes.
“I’ll take it all—so show me everything.”
Lowell whispered like someone revealing a grand secret.
“You’ll find out just how insatiable my greed is.”
That tenderly seductive look left Felix dazed.
For a moment, he closed his eyes against the dizziness—then, without waiting any longer, he began stripping off Lowell’s clothes, piece by piece.
“Don’t blame me if you can’t get up tomorrow.”
“There’s nothing about Felix I’d ever blame.”
Their voices caressed each other’s bodies like a teasing touch.
Even before they’d begun, feverish heat surged between them, as if they were lovesick.
The mere fact of being close wasn’t enough—they ached for each other desperately.
On the bed, the rationality that had always restrained Felix shattered completely.
Felix’s tongue pressed into Lowell’s inner walls.
Like a kiss, it traced and prodded every hidden crevice.
Lowell couldn’t even push him away, as if Felix intended to conquer every secret part of him.
“Hah— ngh, ah—”
The unfamiliar stimulation made Lowell try to pull back, but it was futile.
Felix held his waist firmly, melting him from the inside.
What had once been tight was now slick with saliva and the fluids Lowell spilled.
As the rough texture of Felix’s tongue dragged over the softened walls, shivers wracked his entire body.
“Just… put it in already…”
Lowell expected Felix to lose control and thrust into him hard enough to break him apart.
But instead, he worked relentlessly, as if determined to dissolve every part of Lowell with his mouth.
Ignoring the plea, Felix slid in a finger alongside his tongue.
The mix of slick heat and rough intrusion made Lowell’s senses short-circuit.
“Hh— ngh!”
While Felix was busy loosening him with obscenely wet sounds, Lowell’s moans spilled freely.
His body twisted under the man’s relentless assault, his inner walls clenching as if trying to spill something out.
A gush of fluid escaped, leaving Lowell dazed.
‘Is this a heat cycle?’
He knew it couldn’t be—he’d been diligent with his suppressants since Edwin—but the thought crossed his mind anyway.
Just as he felt completely melted open, Felix’s tongue withdrew.
Lowell’s flushed entrance gaped helplessly for a moment before twitching shut.
“You’ve gotten so soft inside.”
Felix gave him no time to recover, pushing three fingers in at once.
Even as the thick intrusion stretched him, Lowell’s walls welcomed it eagerly, molding around him.
“Feel how you cling when I pull out?”
Felix’s fingers stroked deeper than his tongue had reached, dragging slowly outward.
A tingling wave rushed from Lowell’s head to his toes.
His thighs trembled as he nodded weakly.
“Is it because your pheromones smell like honey? Even your slick does.”
“Don’t— say things like that. Just— ah— put it in already.”
If this kept up, he’d collapse before they even started.
Felix frowned slightly before abruptly pulling his fingers free.
“Ah— ah! Nngh!”
The sudden emptiness wrenched a shudder from Lowell, his hips jerking through a shallow climax.
But Felix didn’t wait—he sheathed himself in one thrust.
Despite all the preparation, Lowell’s swollen walls could only take half of him.
“You’re so hot inside. Feel how swollen you are?”
“You— ngh— you’re the one who made me like this.”
Lowell’s teasing laugh was cut short as Felix drove deeper.
“True. I did.”
That low voice sent heat pooling in Lowell’s stomach.
He wanted—no, needed—Felix to reach deeper, to scratch that unbearable itch.
As if reading his mind, Felix buried himself to the hilt.
Each withdrawal and thrust drew filthy, wet sounds from where they were joined.
“See how much you’re dripping?”
“I don’t— ah— know.”
While Lowell unraveled, Felix only grew more composed.
The room was thick with the mingled scents of flowers and their pheromones.
“Then you should touch and see for yourself.”
Felix guided Lowell’s hand between them, where slick seeped around their connection.
“Still don’t know?”
When Lowell shook his head, Felix playfully pressed his fingers to his own stretched rim.
A little more pressure, and they’d slip inside alongside Felix’s cock.
“I— I get it! Ah— ngh!”
Panicked at the thought, Lowell conceded hastily.
Felix chuckled, satisfied, and the vibration made Lowell’s insides flutter.
The momentary distraction was all it took—
“T-too deep— ngh! You’re— reaching—”
Felix hit a spot he’d always avoided before, fearing harm.
The mere brush of it locked every muscle in Lowell’s body.
His fingers and toes curled into the sheets as his hips jerked through another shallow release.
Yet his cock stayed painfully hard.
“If I’d known you’d love this spot so much, I would’ve wrecked you here sooner.”
Felix pistoned into him, ruthless, nailing that deepest place with every thrust.
Lowell’s mouth fell open in a soundless cry, his body seizing.
“Too— too much— ah! Nngh— inside—”
“Didn’t you say I could do whatever I wanted?”
Felix’s eyes burned with unrestrained hunger.
He hammered into Lowell without mercy, each slam wringing out another gush of fluid.
“P-please— Felix— ah!”
Overwhelmed by pleasure and a strange, shameful new sensation, Lowell reached out blindly—only for Felix to lace their fingers together, pinning his hand down.
“Who are you touching instead of me?”
“N-no— ngh! It’s not—!”
Felix breached him again, hard enough to whiten Lowell’s vision.
“W-wait— ah!”
“You want me to wait?”
Felix stilled, voice deceptively gentle.
Lowell nodded frantically, gasping for air—
“Ah—! Ngh—!”
—only for Felix to slam back in, deeper, grinding into that unbearable spot.
Lowell’s consciousness flickered, but the flood of wet heat between his thighs jolted him back.
“No— ah!”
He tried to clamp down, but Felix’s weight held him helpless as more spilled out.
“Now you’re dripping from the front too.”
Felix snapped his hips, each thrust splattering the sheets.
“Please— Felix— hah!”
The pleasure was unbearable, but worse was the humiliation of his body’s betrayal.
Even knowing it wasn’t urine, the sheer amount left him mortified.
As another rush spilled freely, Felix buried himself to the hilt and crushed Lowell in his arms.
“Not a single part of you isn’t obscene.”
Warmth flooded Lowell’s insides.
His oversensitive cock twitched, spilling thin streaks across his stomach.
Felix gathered it, smearing it over Lowell’s already slick skin.
“I can’t… take anymore.”
“But you’ll endure it, won’t you?”
Felix gently pressed a kiss to Lowell’s forehead.
“You brought this on yourself.”
A wave of shallow regret swept over Lowell’s body.
“Are you awake?”
When he opened his eyes, dawn was breaking.
Though he was sure he’d laid down in the early evening, time had slipped past in an instant.
‘Still… looks like he did clean me up.’
His body ached slightly, but everything felt clean, without a trace of discomfort.
Even the sheets had been changed—it seemed everything had been taken care of while he’d briefly lost consciousness.
“Anything hurt?”
“I’m okay.”
Even as he said he was fine, his voice came out hoarse, and Felix’s expression darkened slightly.
Lowell gave a faint smile and took Felix’s hand.
“I liked it too.”
“You don’t have to comfort me.”
“I like it when you hold back for me, but… I also wanted to see what you’re like when you don’t.”
“I really don’t get why you’d want to see that.”
Lowell pulled the sheets up slightly, covering the reddened back of his neck.
“It’s just the desire to see every side of someone you love.”
Perhaps it had fallen during the bed-making—one yellow flower sat alone on the blanket.
Lowell took it and tucked it behind Felix’s ear with a bright smile.
“Things like this suit you better.”
“They suit you too. You’re just… beautiful.”
Only then did Felix smile back and place a soft kiss on Lowell’s lips.
“Shall we bake apple pie with Edwin tomorrow?”
Of course, Edwin wouldn’t do much more than sit and watch, but that was pretty much what a child was supposed to do anyway.
“Apple pie, huh…”
“Yes. Like that wizard and the baker. Who knows? Maybe we’ll turn out to have a hidden talent for baking.”
“Alright. Let’s make one and share it together.”
In each other’s arms, they talked about how they’d make the apple pie tomorrow.
It was just a conversation, and yet a sweet, buttery scent seemed to waft between them.
The scent of happiness.
Two lonely souls that had once been apart were now intertwined—finally becoming one love.
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