Chapter 66

“Ah, hiiik!”

Elwin jolted as his body was unceremoniously hauled from the bed. Though he thrashed, his arms were pinned firmly behind his back by Leon’s unrelenting grip, their lower bodies fused in a singular, inescapable lock.

“Ngh, this, ah, no, nnng!” Elwin continued to flail, yet Leon pulled him flush against his chest, beginning to torment him. Leon nuzzled against his shoulder blades, sucking at the soft flesh before worrying it with his teeth in a persistent, agonizing rhythm.

Elwin had no capacity left to dwell on the bite. Even as Leon bore his weight—suspended and helpless—the man kept driving his hips upward with mechanical precision. The length of him, engorged and agonizingly hard, churned deep within Elwin’s inner walls, shifting at a punishing, steep angle.

Fearing that the intrusion might tear him asunder, Elwin attempted to crawl forward on his knees, desperate to create even a sliver of space between them. It was a futile endeavor. His posture had long since disintegrated, and he remained held aloft, impaled upon Leon.

“Haahk, ngh, ahng, ahh!” The sensation was so overwhelming that gooseflesh erupted across his skin, and a sheen of sweat soaked his back. As the ache intensified, so did the pleasure. Leon ground against his most sensitive point with rougher intent, stripping Elwin of the ability to form a coherent thought.

With every strike of Leon’s thick thighs against his hips, a wet slap echoed through the room, sending a flash of white light through Elwin’s vision. His own cock, swollen and neglected, bobbed in the air, weeping drops of precome. The pleasure had endured far too long. With no reprieve in sight, Elwin wept.

“Hnnn, h-help me, hnn, Leon…”

Elwin understood that he was drowning in a mire of Leon’s making, yet he knew with equal certainty that only Leon could provide salvation. His weakened frame sagged backward as he repeated the desperate entreaty he had used when first inviting Leon to his bed. Fearing a cold, detached response—I am already helping you—Elwin scrambled to amend his words.

“Ngh, hold me…”

Leon was already holding him, though the act felt insufficient. What language could capture such a hollow, consuming need? Acting on raw instinct, Elwin pressed his face into the hollow of Leon’s neck, inhaling his scent while rubbing his flushed cheek against the man’s shoulder.

Perhaps finding the gesture pitiable, or perhaps utterly adorable, Leon nipped lightly at Elwin’s cheek before shifting their dynamic. He tugged one of Elwin’s braced knees forward, hauled his body upward, and pivoted him in one fluid, authoritative motion. To Elwin, it felt as though the world had tilted on its axis.

Finding himself suddenly face-to-face with Leon, Elwin blinked, dazed. Leon grinned at his confusion, tilted his head, and pressed their lips together. Their mouths moved in a soft, pliant rhythm, tongues dancing in a gentle embrace, and then—

“Hngh!”

As Elwin surrendered to the kiss, Leon drove back inside him with renewed force. Startled by the sudden, profound depth, Elwin reflexively locked his arms around Leon’s shoulders. He inhaled the familiar scent that both soothed and incinerated his resolve, finally abandoning the last remnants of his hesitation.

“Ah, haahk, ha, ahh!”

Leon devoured Elwin’s lips while driving his hips upward with ferocious intensity. Their bodies fused, the wet sounds of their union and the musk of their skin swirling together. The precarious pleasure that had been building toward an apex began to concentrate into a single, blinding point. Elwin gasped out a sob.

“Haa, I’m going to, again, ngh… I think I’m going to come, hnnng.”

He had long since lost count of his climaxes. Even as his reason dissolved entirely, a flush of shame colored his skin, for he found himself shattering again and again in helpless, rhythmic spurts.

When Elwin attempted to stave off his inevitable climax, pressing his trembling, strengthless palms against Leon’s chest, Leon responded by anchoring a large hand against the small of Elwin’s back, hauling their bodies into a punishing, inseparable embrace.

“Yes, Elwin. Hoo… me too.”

Leon’s voice emerged as a guttural rasp, thick with the heavy sediment of raw desire, frantic excitement, and deep, possessive satisfaction. A wave of bliss washed over Elwin; the revelation that Leon was submerged in the same tide of overwhelming sensation as he was provided a profound, intoxicating comfort.

Elwin had kept his eyelids tightly sealed against the vertigo spinning through his brain, yet suddenly, he burned with the need to witness Leon’s expression. Though his blurred vision rendered the world a haze, he needed to cement the image of the man who held him in his mind.

Struggling to lift his heavy lids, he beheld Leon’s flushed, heated complexion and brow creased in exertion. Those amber eyes were wide and luminous, brimming with an intensity that fixed solely upon Elwin. In that mirrored gaze, Elwin felt himself anchored—he, too, was consumed by the sight of Leon.

“Ah, nnng…!”

The moment their gazes locked, a silent agreement passed between them. Leon gripped Elwin’s waist with such possessive force that the imprint of his fingers burned into his skin, dragging Elwin’s body down in a rough, jarring motion. Leon’s heat, which had been rhythmic and steady, thrust deep to the very root in a single, devastating stroke.

Under the onslaught of pleasure that clawed at his consciousness, Elwin’s vision fractured. Darkness pulsed at the edges of his sight, replaced by sudden, blinding constellations of white fire.

“Haa, haa, hnnng…”

As Elwin’s frame shuddered in the throes of his release, Leon withdrew, his movements sluggish yet intentional. Even as the room seemed to tilt beneath him, Elwin felt a sharp, hollow ache of grief as the fullness that had occupied his inner walls was abruptly withdrawn.

“Hoo, hnn, ngh…”

Leon surrendered to his own climax in the same heartbeat. He pinned his engorged, pulsing length against Elwin’s perineum, his hand stroking upward in a firm, sweeping motion until a slick, cloudy fluid erupted. The warmth splashed over Elwin’s skin, leaving him slicked in a layer of sweat and intimacy that defied explanation.

Even in the finality of his release, Leon ground himself rhythmically against Elwin, his gaze lingering with an expression of profound, restless regret. Watching the dark-red head of his cock spill its contents, Elwin found himself swallowing hard, his own breath hitching.

It was a strange, soaring joy to realize how fiercely Leon craved him. Whether this frantic heat was merely a product of his physiological cycle, or whether Leon harbored true, tangible designs for their future, Elwin could not say. Yet, the absolute completion of this moment rendered his anxieties moot.

“Elwin.”

As the afterglow pulled him into a languid daze, Leon surveyed him with eyes softened by a gentle, protective warmth. He pressed feather-light, tender pecks against Elwin’s sweat-dampened forehead.

Elwin searched for words to articulate the tide of emotion cresting within him. Finding none that felt sufficient, he simply breathed Leon’s name. He loved the cadence of Leon’s voice when it spoke his name; he imagined Leon found equal solace in hearing his own.

“…Leon. Hm. Hk. Khh.”

Perhaps he had strained himself too far. The end of his voice fractured, turning raspy and thin. Mortified that his most intimate confession might sound like the croak of a demon, Elwin cleared his throat, his face heating. Observing this, Leon rose to retrieve the water and a towel from the bedside table.

Leon cleansed Elwin’s spent body with clinical, precise motions. Then, with an air of unexpected, courtly grace, he poured water into a glass. Elwin fully expected to receive it, but Leon brought the rim to his own lips first.

As Elwin stared up at him, bewildered, Leon offered a crooked, devilish grin. He cradled the back of Elwin’s neck and pressed their lips together. Caught off guard, Elwin gasped, inadvertently swallowing the cool water along with the darting, sweet intrusion of Leon’s tongue.

“Do you feel a little better?”

Leon’s whisper was coaxing, dripping with feigned innocence. The water had been a mere pretext; the wicked intent gleaming in his amber eyes promised far more to come. Elwin felt a shiver of apprehension. Was there anything left? Had they not already pushed every boundary?

Leon seemed entertained by his alarm. He finished the water, turned away, and began unbuttoning his shirt. Elwin, entirely lost to the haze of his own mind, had not even realized Leon remained partially clothed.

Elwin watched, transfixed, as Leon shed the garment. Could a man merely removing his shirt truly be permitted to look so indecent? The thin fabric clung to the damp, shifting landscape of his back, revealing the powerful, corded muscles rippling beneath the skin.

After a long, silent beat, Elwin swallowed, his throat dry despite the water. If Leon possessed wicked intentions, he decided, then perhaps that was not such a terrible thing. Besides, he was still deep in the throes of his heat—he was hardly in a position to judge.

Am I… still in the middle of it? How many times did I come? Two? Three? It should have faded by now.

He had taken suppressants, yet his body remained a furnace. His belly throbbed with a low, persistent hum, and the moment Leon turned back to him, bare-chested and looming, his blood surged with renewed, desperate heat.

Yes. I am certainly still burning.

The light filtering through the window suggested the afternoon had barely dawned. The next train to the capital did not depart until the following morning. They had time in abundance, and he would be a fool to leave before his body was properly sated. Elwin’s internal justification solidified.

“Um, no. I think… I need you to help me more.”

At the bold admission, Leon’s face broke into a broad, triumphant smile. He wiped his hands on the towel once more, but when he turned back to Elwin, his amber eyes were alight with a ferocity that left no room for humor.

“Entrust yourself to me as much as you like.”

To Elwin’s ears, those words carried the distinct weight of a warning—an assurance that Leon intended to punish him thoroughly. Even as a flicker of doubt regarding his choices pricked at him, Elwin gladly welcomed Leon, who closed the distance to fulfill that promise, by wrapping both arms around him. Tangled together, the two tumbled back onto the inn’s weathered mattress with a soft THUMP.

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