Chapter 46

Something felt odd inside.

His inner walls, accustomed to the steady thickness of the flesh that had been moving in and out, were gradually being crushed. Without thinking, he lifted his head and looked down at his lower belly, but all he could see were his abs. There was no way to see what was happening inside him. Startled and wondering what on earth was going on, he hurriedly looked at Rhys and saw half-lowered eyes.

Rhys’s gaze held the darkest desire Dante had ever seen. The blue eyes, their pupils contracted small, seemed not like Rhys’s but like those of a beast wearing his form. Just as the floral scent Dante had grown used to abruptly deepened, his inner walls were pressed so hard they felt as if they might burst.

“Hah… kh, hng, mmph… ngh…”

The pressure on his insides made him retch. Coughing, Dante twisted his body, trying to escape the strange sensation threatening him. But the cock sealing his hole did not budge. Looking down at the struggling Dante with darkened eyes, Rhys pressed their interlaced hands down and lowered his head.

His lips touched the nape of Dante’s neck. At the center of the right side, already ruined by licking and sucking marks, lay the bite mark Rhys had made at first. After kissing the teeth marks engraved like a scar along the line of his bite, he set his teeth there again.

“Ah, ngh, Rhys… hurts, damn it, nnh, nnngh…!”

The moment Dante’s neck was bitten, semen began pouring from Rhys’s cock—the one that had been crushing his hole shut. Through the pain, Dante felt a strange pleasure and arched his waist hard. While he continued coming, Rhys rubbed his lips frantically against Dante’s neck and jaw before finally kissing him. His tongue pushed between Dante’s panting lips and sucked up his saliva as if drinking life itself.

The cock that spilled semen for several minutes gradually shrank when nothing more came out. The pressure that had been bearing down on Dante’s insides vanished, and the cock slowly slipped out. Once the sensation and fear that his stomach might burst disappeared, Dante went limp on the bed. Rhys stroked his weakly panting lips and lifted himself.

Semen flowed from Dante’s spread hole after the cock pulled out completely. As if reluctant to waste it, Rhys gathered it with his fingers and was about to push it back inside when he lifted his gaze. Watching Dante’s slackened neck, he tilted his head slightly. Then, Rhys dipped his fingertips thickly into his own semen, which was spilling in heavy gushes from Dante’s slightly opened, fluttering hole.

Half-conscious, Dante watched Rhys. His mind felt entirely empty, without a single thought left. Only sensations remained, as if they alone made up Dante’s being: his aching hole, the traces of pleasure still spread through his body, his parched throat, and the thick floral scent everywhere.

It feels good.

It felt as though he had been buried in a massive heap of flower petals—flowers that resembled Rhys. Broad magnolia petals, lilies, and irises of every color. It seemed as if every fragrant flower in the world were clinging to his skin and soaking beneath it. A scent this thick should have felt overpowering, but it did not. He felt calm yet feverish in small tremors, as if he wanted to cool this heat somehow.

Breathing Rhys’s scent reminded him of Rhys greeting him among the flowers Dante had given him. Rhys had stood draped in sunlight pouring through the window, smiling with crescent eyes and opening his arms. As Dante recalled that beautiful sight, the real Rhys returned to him. He gazed at Dante’s sweat-damp, heat-flushed face as if it were something beloved. It was the unmistakable gaze of a male looking at what belonged to him.

“Rhys…” Dante breathed.

Rhys’s eyes were still dark. With blue eyes in which desire had not faded at all, he smiled softly and reached out with the hand coated in semen. A moment later, a thick, briny smell rose from the right side of Dante’s neck, where the overlapping bite marks remained. With a gentle, meticulous hand, Rhys was smearing semen all over Dante’s neck, as if painting it onto him.

“Haah… ah, Rhys… yeah, this… feels good…”

Dante, who had been lying there with his head tipped back and letting Rhys do as he pleased, shivered lightly and panted. For some reason he did not understand, the more semen Rhys smeared onto his neck, the more erotic it felt. Each breath brought the briny smell sharply into his nose, but instead of being unpleasant, it mixed with the floral scent and stirred an unknown arousal.

Even though he had come several times while Rhys fucked him moments ago, the dense heat spreading from his neck flowed down into his lower belly. The heat pooled in his stomach, then spread to the same hole that had clamped down on Rhys’s cock without rest. The hole that had been releasing semen clenched on its own, tightening at the entrance.

Rhys, who had spread his palm and begun rubbing semen into Dante’s skin, stilled at the sight. Dante, his flushed face clearly yearning for something, looked completely different from the man who normally smiled so easily in front of others. His reddened lips parted on shallow breaths, and the moment Rhys saw him spread his legs by instinct, Rhys cursed.

“Fuck…”

Rhys lunged.

Overlapping their bodies roughly, he pushed Dante’s thighs up and drove his cock straight into the hole. After being fucked countless times, the loosened, softened opening swallowed his cock eagerly, as if it had been waiting. Perhaps because there was still so much semen inside, a faint, wet squelch sounded. The instant the thick cock dragged along his inner walls and entered him, Dante tipped his jaw back and moaned.

“Hnng, nn, ah, feels good, this… ah…!”

Their lips met. As if fitting together pieces that had once been split in half, Rhys sealed their mouths without a single gap and drank in Dante’s breath like a man dying of thirst. Like people who had waited their entire lives for this exact moment, the sweat-soaked bodies of the two men tangled into one.

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