Turning Chapter 1046

Chapter 1046

Yuder and Kishiar were in Yuder's room at the Cavalry's quarters, which was equipped with a small but functional bathroom, allowing them to quickly wash up without having to visit the communal baths. While not as luxurious as the facilities adorned with water magic that the nobles enjoyed, it was still considered an excessive indulgence by commoners.

However, Kishiar had unabashedly pushed for this extravagance, and during the recent mission in the south, he had even improved the facilities. It was the result of perfectly utilizing the reward bestowed upon the Cavalry by the Emperor after the completion of the western mission.

And now, for the first time, he was personally witnessing the outcome of the decision he had pushed for.

"...It seems like it was a really good decision. It's a bit cramped, but not bad," Kishiar remarked.

Honestly speaking, it wasn't just a bit cramped, but very cramped. Originally designed for a single person, the space was now occupied by Yuder, who was larger than the average person, and Kishiar, who was even taller, making it feel as if the walls were closing in on them.

However, Kishiar embraced Yuder tightly without any complaints, pressing their bodies close together. Yuder, too, felt no discomfort in this situation.

Because it was Yuder himself who had brought Kishiar here.

Even though he knew Kishiar had already washed, Yuder had brought him here because he didn't want to be apart from him for even a moment. It was an undeniably great desire.

Water drawn from the faucet mounted on the upper part of the wall poured down madly over their heads. It was a rough sound, far from the elegant baths enjoyed by nobles soaking in bathtubs. However, it was quite useful in concealing the sounds emanating from the two entangled bodies.

Beneath the pouring water that made it difficult to open their eyes, heavy breaths echoed.

The wet sounds escaping from their joined lips as they kissed under the falling water awakened an obscene sensation. Yuder clenched his teeth and tilted his head back as Kishiar's hands, mixed with the foam on their bodies, slid over his skin.

"Hng......"

He had never found it particularly difficult to endure, so why did the act of swallowing feel so challenging at this moment? However, the more he struggled to suppress the sensation in his throat, the more the stimulating sensation that sent shivers throughout his body grew proportionately, making the difficulty not unpleasant.

"Now, it seems like we've washed off most of the foam. ...It's almost regrettable," the man whispered, as if disappointed, while looking at Yuder's exposed skin, which he had been washing with his hands while their lips and bodies were entangled against the wall.

"I feel the same..."

To be honest, from Yuder's perspective, he found it more regrettable that he had to stop looking at the man's appearance, with his golden hair in a mess and drenched. Conveying that sentiment, Yuder raised his fingertips to brush away the strands of hair clinging to Kishiar's eyes, and the man leaned in closer, gently pressing his cheek against Yuder's.

A smooth cheek pressed against his, as if in a light kiss. Followed by another kiss.

As their tongues deeply intertwined and sucked, mixed with the taste of water, the inside of Yuder's waist burned with desire. His head felt dizzy. Unable to resist the blissfully rising desire, Yuder lightly bit and sucked on it, causing Kishiar to let out a low moan. Yuder felt Kishiar's hardness pressing hotly against his inner thighs, almost leaving no gap between their tightly pressed bodies.

The volume, which felt unprecedentedly vivid due to the confined space, was truly astonishing. And that's why Yuder liked it.

Yuder gasped as he felt his own hardness and Kishiar's rubbing against each other shamelessly. Every time the direction of their bodies changed as they kissed, every time Kishiar sucked on Yuder's neck and the bones beneath it, Yuder could clearly feel his lower body squirming and reacting wildly.

Originally, the plan was to wash up quickly here and move to the bed.

But this was ultimately Yuder's room, so was there really a need to go that far?

No. There wasn't. His mind quickly reached a conclusion.

Yuder lowered his hand towards their joined lower bodies. The moment he grasped the tips of their two members and pressed their hips together, Kishiar's body responded nimbly. Kishiar deeply embraced Yuder's waist and let out a low sound. Yuder could even feel Kishiar's heart beating fiercely.

A long, large hand covered Yuder's hand. Looking into each other's eyes, Yuder thought Kishiar might push him away, but he didn't stop Yuder.

As if to assist, Kishiar covered Yuder's hand entirely and squeezed tightly. After a moment, he slowly began to move his hand.

"Haa... Ah..."

The sensitive tips of their members rubbed against each other, making a slick sound. The water flowing through the gaps between their overlapping fingers mixed with the fluids oozing from the tips of their members, creating an even more lewd sound than before.

A burning sensation, as if the ends of their skin were on fire. As the pain-like pleasure began to rise and Yuder tilted his head back, Kishiar embraced him even deeper and gradually increased the movement of his hand.

As the length of their hands moving up and down together grew longer and the speed increased, the sparks bursting in Yuder's mind varied accordingly. The inside of his stomach suddenly became hot, and his spine stiffened. Yuder bit into Kishiar's bare skin to stifle his voice. Each time, Kishiar sucked on Yuder's earlobe and responded by squeezing Yuder's buttocks with the hand supporting his waist.

The vivid sensation of fingers penetrating his insides. The liquid flowing from his already somewhat wet insides welcomed Kishiar's fingers, mixing with the water and dripping down.

The water hitting his skin felt more and more stimulating. It was stinging, ticklish, hot, and maddening. Yuder could clearly feel his insides contracting and relaxing roughly, as if tightening.

When all those sensations expanded, and it felt as if they were pounding inside his brain, Yuder threw his head back and parted his lips. No sound escaped, but his trembling tongue hinted at the magnitude of the sensation he was experiencing.

"..."

A moment later, a thick white liquid spurted out from between their fingers of different sizes and colors. Kishiar unabashedly smeared it on his own hand and continued to move his hand slowly. After his tongue, which had been entangled with Yuder's for a long time, finally separated, Yuder leaned his face against Kishiar's wet chest and caught his breath before speaking. His voice was pitifully hoarse.

"...It's difficult to stand any longer than this."

"Mm... Alright."

As if he had been waiting for those words, Kishiar put even more strength into the arm that was holding Yuder's waist. Supporting Yuder with one hand, he swiftly stepped out and headed towards the bed. The cramped room seemed to be advantageous for this.

The bed, unprepared to accommodate two oversized adult men at once, sank deeply and let out a scream. But neither of them cared. Although their wet hair and bodies were tangled in the sheets, the stove was still burning well enough that they didn't feel cold.

Amidst the crackling sound of the burning stove, Kishiar bent down without hesitation and caressed between Yuder's legs. He kissed that place, covered in slick fluids and water. Yuder inhaled sharply as his inner thighs trembled in response, as if struck by a blade.

Before, even during his heat, Kishiar had done this a few times. Unlike then, when all desires other than lust had been neatly erased from his mind, making him indifferent to whatever was done to him, Yuder now knew well how blatant and shameful this act could be.

But... what did it matter? It was too late to say that it wasn't a place where a noble person would put their mouth.

And today, Yuder didn't want to stop Kishiar from doing anything.

Yuder closed his eyes, biting his lips as he felt the hot breath moistening his buttocks. After a moment, he spread his legs a little more and pressed Kishiar's back with his heels. Feeling this, Kishiar lifted his head and gazed at Yuder through his wet, clinging hair.

A moment later, he smiled briefly, like a beast that had been granted permission.

Ah, Yuder. Yuder thought he heard Kishiar whisper softly.

The man, who had been moistening Yuder's insides with his lips, finally filled him when Yuder couldn't bear the longing of his open insides and started scratching Kishiar's back. The moment of becoming one was always so pleasurable that it made his mind go blank, but never before had it been so gentle, quick, and instantaneous.

Yuder's desperately wet insides welcomed Kishiar.

They clung to each other, swallowing the irresistible pleasure together, swaying together, and sharing their emotions.

Just before the magic stone stove exhaled its last flame and cooled down, Yuder embraced the thirty-year-old man with all his might.