Turning Chapter 1125

Chapter 1125

The union that resumed in the bathroom continued until almost no water was left splashing about. Even while summoning new water to wash their bodies, the man remained connected behind Yuder's back. To wipe down the one who didn't want to separate from him, Yuder had to use the power of wind to pull a large towel and roll around with it spread and wrapped around them like a bed sheet or blanket.

In truth, it was unclear whether this was wiping away moisture or catching newly flowing fluids, but neither of them minded. To be honest, Yuder thought he seemed to be taking this act as a new stimulation. And Yuder himself wasn't much different.

"Haa, hft, uft, ah..."

While Yuder covered the man's hair with a towel and rubbed it as he pinned him down, he was already moving his hips while sucking on the protrusions on Yuder's chest that had long since turned bright red. Sometimes the hand rubbing the towel went astray due to the pleasure, but the look in his eyes revealed through the disheveled hair just seemed happy and satisfied. Yuder swallowed a low moan at the squelching pleasure filling him inside, and after somehow removing the moisture from the golden hair, he pulled the towel down.

"Your hair, haa, is all tangled... mmm."

While Yuder's hair would dry in its original shape just by wiping away the moisture, Kishiar's hair was relatively stronger and would tangle on its own if not combed. The ridiculous thing was that even such a randomly tangled state looked pretty enough to make one wonder if it had been done on purpose.

'...It's not, bad to look at, but still...'

Yuder roughly combed through the hair with his fingers while embracing the man who raised his head nonchalantly as if well aware of his own beauty. The moment his fingers touched his forehead, the man became even more excited and the movements thrusting inside doubled in strength, leaving Yuder unable to think for a moment, but he still roughly achieved his goal. Kishiar with his slightly wet hair roughly pushed back to reveal his forehead had a different charm from when he had his hair styled for formal wear.

'It's a bit, unfair.'

Even while thinking this, Yuder couldn't stop his hand from stroking Kishiar's hair. Kishiar happily accepted the touch and bit the side of his neck. The pleasure of having a vital spot bitten flowed down his spine, making his insides convulse on their own. His member, which had long since forgotten about ejaculating, leaked fluid and his body trembled along with it.

"Mmm. Ah..."

After passing a light climax, Yuder turned his body, supporting himself on the floor. As he took a position like crawling on the floor, what had been filling him inside slipped out, but Kishiar knew this wasn't a sign of rejection.

Lips unhesitatingly touched the neck exposed by the change in position. The man who embraced his raised lower body and pressed against his back pushed his hips softly and flexibly.

"Auk..."

With a wet sound, his backside, already thoroughly wet and softly relaxed, opened instantly. Their bodies were joined again. Yuder moaned at the movement thrusting into him without any gap as soon as it entered, fully feeling the warmth given by the chest tightly pressed against his back.

If someone saw them, they might call them a pair of beasts. Now there were no more rules for their act, no restrictions on place. Whether on the floor, against the wall, or anywhere else, they just focused on the moment of joining each other, crawling, lying down, and leaning.

Some might say this sight, which made even their recent washing meaningless, had no significance, but Yuder didn't think so.

He didn't dislike this disorderly moment. It felt natural, as if they had been born to do this freely, and he even found this moment more satisfying than before. Perhaps it was because he was reconfirming in this way that this man, more familiar with human etiquette and more beautiful than anyone, was truly focusing only on this moment without thinking about anything else.

'Anyway, I roughly dried his hair... and even though we rolled around while doing it, we did get out of the bathroom, so isn't that enough?'

His brain, which had been half gauging his duties amidst the pleasure, relaxed languidly. Yuder savored the cool pleasure of it entering all the way without stopping anymore, the obscene stimulation of the sound when their groins collided, the dizzying churning feeling when what had dug in so deeply that there was nowhere else to go rubbed inside. He slowly began to move, bending and arching his waist, knowing his body already knew this would make it feel even better. Although it was a bit clumsy due to being different from how he moved in other positions, it was fine as long as it achieved the purpose of doubling the pleasure.

Feeling Yuder's movement, the man brightly rejoiced and licked and bit the cheek revealed through his hair. The heat clinging without a single gap, the scent flowing from within it and covering his body, felt good. The pleasure, sticky yet sometimes sparking like lightning, continued endlessly.

'It feels good...'

Saliva flowed unconsciously as if eating something delicious. When scent spread uncontrollably from his vaguely opened body, the man opened and swallowed it like sweet water and was happy. Even though the stimulation was so intense that he no longer wanted to feel this pleasure, he couldn't stop because the emotions pouring from Kishiar were too sweet. Drinking it again and again, even drinking it once more to the point where he thought he might really drown this time, he didn't feel full. Even when Kishiar's scent poured out relentlessly without stopping, swallowing even his last breath, he was just willing.

Yuder truly swallowed with all his might what Kishiar gave, and released exactly that much of what was inside him.

His body, half-draped over the bed, shook. When he came to his senses again after a while, he was standing embraced by Kishiar like a child while drinking in the pouring scent. As he arched his back at the fluid gushing between his spread legs while still connected, traces of pleasure were engraved again on his exposed skin. Yuder also, not to be outdone, engraved the pleasure he felt equally on the exposed flesh.

It wasn't uncomfortable even without exchanging words. When he released his scent, what Yuder wanted was given exactly according to the intention it conveyed. Yuder could also know precisely what Kishiar wanted.

When he spread his arms, releasing scent amidst overwhelming breaths, approaching arms embraced Yuder in return. A comfort that no one had ever given spread through his body temperature. This warmth was his alone, not shared with anyone else in the world. That fact felt unbearably amazing anew.

"Ah..."

Yuder saw his own face reflected in the red eyes while fully embracing the heat filling him inside.

That face, disheveled and flushed no less than Kishiar immersed in his heat.

Seeing that man's face, which looked so disorderly and lewd as to be unbelievable as Yuder Aile, looking truly satisfied, Yuder slowly raised the corners of his lips. The man reflected in the red eyes also smiled, his eyes curving in response.

As if drawn by that smile, Kishiar pressed his lips greedily.

'Probably... once you know this, you can never go back to how it was before.'

This incredible pleasure. This honest satisfaction. This lovingness that felt like it would burn to the tips of his hair. He could never return to the time when he didn't know all of this.

The time before Kishiar La Orr.

The time when he didn't know the meaning of his existence, never again...

Once again his insides were thoroughly soaked. Two scents intermingled chaotically.

***

"..."

Yuder opened his eyes. It was another short sleep, he didn't know how many times now.

The first thing that came into view was the basket brought from Nathan Zuckerman, lying empty on the floor. It was dark outside the curtains, and he was in the arms of the man sleeping while leaning against the wall. Thanks to the sheet tightly wrapped around both their bodies, he didn't feel cold at all.

'We're not... connected anymore.'

Originally this would have been natural, but strangely, the empty inside felt lonely. Yuder ignored his body that trembled as if it had been waiting for that thought and exhaled softly. Although he had almost no memory of eating anything, he felt very satisfied and comfortable even to himself. The influence of heat was truly mysterious.

'I don't know how much more time has passed... but it doesn't seem like it's been that long compared to how much we did. Judging by Kishiar falling asleep too...'

Yuder struggled to extend his hand outside the sheet wrapping their bodies and caressed the man's cheek. It wasn't a big enough movement to wake him, but red eyes opened silently immediately.

Eyes quietly gazing at Yuder.

Yuder saw a light in those eyes that hadn't been there before.

It was the light of returned reason.

For a moment he was worried about how the man who had feared heat while mentioning memories of failure would react, but Yuder's worry soon proved meaningless.

Kishiar just smiled silently. Then he pressed his forehead against Yuder's and exhaled deeply.

"Haa..."

Like someone waking very slowly from a pleasant dream.

Filled with happiness, joy, and deep relief and gratitude.

"...Are you coming to your senses now?"

"Yes."

Both their voices were deeply hoarse. Of course, Yuder's was worse, but Kishiar's was no less so. They both burst into short laughter almost simultaneously.

"Do you feel it was worth trusting me?"

"That's really a meaningless question..."

The man who rubbed his cheek while trailing off kissed him, gently biting his cheek as elegantly as his usual self and as honestly as during his heat.

"I felt free and happy. To an extent I couldn't even have imagined feeling like this."