Chapter 48

Rhys’s expressionless face, which had been staring blankly at Dante, slowly changed.

A faint flush appeared on his pale cheeks and quickly vanished. Then, Rhys pulled his body back. The movement was so visibly repulsed, as if he had touched something toxic, that Dante was startled. Until only a few hours ago, Rhys had been holding him down so tightly he couldn’t leave the bed, but apparently, something had shifted inside him while he slept.

“Don’t touch me,” Rhys said, his voice cold. “And don’t call me that.”

For a moment, Dante thought he had misheard and blinked in confusion. Don’t touch him? Did you forget what we just did? You kept holding on to me like someone who wanted us connected in any way we possibly could be.

“…Rhys, why are you suddenly acting like this?” Dante asked, looking at him in complete incomprehension.

He sat up and moved closer, but Rhys turned his back completely, shutting him out. Across Rhys’s back lay the countless scratches Dante had left over the past two days. Because Rhys’s fair skin marked so easily, the scratches had not faded; they remained scattered everywhere, filling Dante’s vision with the vivid traces he had made. The longer Dante looked, the more confused he became.

“You were fine until a few hours ago,” Dante pressed, his voice tightening. “Even when I wanted to stop, you were the one who grabbed me and wouldn’t let go. So why are you doing this now?”

At the very least, Dante wanted Rhys to face him while they talked. He moved closer again and caught Rhys by the shoulder where he lay coldly with his back turned. For an instant, Dante felt as though he might be violently shoved away. Fortunately, Rhys did not push him that far. Following the firm pull of Dante’s hand, Rhys rolled over and looked up at him, his face devoid of expression. Under the sunlight leaking into the room, Rhys looked like a beautiful angel, but the eyes looking back at Dante were unbelievably cold.

It feels like we’ve gone right back to before the day after tomorrow.

Seeing Dante’s bewildered expression, Rhys sat up, swept his blond hair back out of his face, and spoke dryly. “It was something we shouldn’t have done. I realized I made a mistake, so that’s why.”

“A mistake?” Dante echoed.

Rhys had just said the exact thing Dante least wanted to hear after spending the night with the person he loved. Rhys had seemed like someone who still had feelings for him—no, like someone who wanted him even more than that—and Dante had truly thought that from today onward, things would finally improve. Of all the words he might have expected from Rhys upon waking, mistake had not been among them.

“…Yes. It was a mistake, so forget it.”

As Dante’s brows drooped and he stood there entirely unable to recover from the shock, Rhys’s expression shifted faintly. But his cold words remained unchanged.

“You have sex for more than a day by mistake?” Dante demanded, his voice rising.

“I thought you’d understand, since you’re a man too.”

As if he had no desire to continue the conversation, Rhys swung his legs out to get out of bed. Dante stared blankly at him leaving, then a sudden wave of heat shot through him. He lunged forward and grabbed Rhys’s arm. Perhaps caught off guard, Rhys fell backward onto the mattress. Dante immediately climbed over him, pinning him down as if taking direct revenge for the way Rhys had kept doing the exact same thing to him until yesterday.

“Ha… so that’s how you’re going to play it? Fine.” Dante glared down at him, a harsh edge to his words. “Pretty one, since you’re a man too, you should know that just because one side is done doesn’t mean the other side is. I’m not finished yet. I’m telling you, my business isn’t over.”

If it really had been a mistake for you, then you won’t react at all, even if I do this.

Dante looked down at Rhys’s groin as if daring him to prove it. Making a mockery of their past—when Rhys had always, without fail, worn a condom—dried traces of semen still clung here and there to the cock that had gone in and out of Dante completely raw. Seeing it made him feel even more wronged, and at the same time, it fueled his desire to force Rhys to admit the truth.

“Are you insane? Get off me, right now…!” Rhys’s eyes widened, and he shoved hard against Dante’s chest.

But Dante held his ground, refusing to listen. The situation did not seem like one where a person would get aroused, but shockingly, the moment Dante wrapped his hand around him, Rhys’s cock hardened fully. The pink shaft, veins standing out, rose stiffly and brushed right between Dante’s thighs where he sat astride Rhys’s lap.

“Yeah, I’m insane,” Dante fired back. “You’re the one who touched me while I was minding my own business. That’s why I’m like this.”

“Stop,” Rhys warned, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low octave. “While I’m still asking nicely… stop.”

Ignoring the low warning, Dante lifted his hips slightly and guided Rhys’s cock directly to his rear. Perhaps because that very length had been moving in and out of him until only a few hours ago, the instant his hole felt the familiar touch, it softened immediately, swallowing the tip.

“Haah…”

Rhys cut off mid-sentence, his voice catching as he watched Dante part his lips and narrow his eyes.

Without seeing Rhys’s blue-gray eyes turning terrifyingly vivid under the morning light, Dante panted softly and slowly lowered his weight. It was the first time he had ever inserted it himself this way. Even after being fucked so much, Rhys’s size still made his hole tremble and strain from simply taking it in. But because he was already well loosened, it was definitely—

“Hah, hng!”

He had thought it was going to be manageable, but a hand suddenly reached out, wrapped tightly around Dante’s waist, and yanked him down roughly. Contrary to Dante’s plan to move slowly up and down, he sank onto the shaft in one brutal stroke. The cock pierced his hole so hard that he almost imagined the sharp sound of a smack echoing from below, and his vision instantly went white.

“Hah…! Hnn…! Nng, hng, ha…!”

Because he had sat down with his full weight, he was pierced far more deeply and forcefully than anything he had endured over the last two days. When that most delicate, inner place was breached all at once, Dante trembled violently from head to toe, arching his upper body backward. The strength completely left his waist, making it impossible to hold himself up. Rhys raised his thigh to support Dante’s collapsing back and began thrusting up into him.

“Ah, hah, haa, Rhys, ah…! Too, hard…! Inside, hng, ngh, kh!”

He had initiated this because he wanted it, but Dante had not expected Rhys to respond with this level of sheer violence, and he flailed in a panic. Not knowing where to hold on, his hands wavered blindly until Rhys roughly caught his wrists and placed them flat against his own chest. Following Rhys’s firm guidance, Dante braced himself against him, getting heavily fucked while sitting astride him.

“Hah, hng, aaah, hah, haah…! Hah…! Nng…!”

Dante tried to move his hips to match Rhys’s rhythm, but he could not possibly keep up with the frantic speed at which Rhys was driving into him. As Rhys slammed up wildly, without even pausing to breathe properly, a thick, floral pheromone scent began to flood the room. Rhys stared fixedly at Dante—whose eyes had flushed red with physiological tears—and drove into him without giving him a single second to rest.

As Dante was fucked mindlessly, his own cock had at some point begun dripping semen. The stimulation striking straight into his brain each time Rhys thrust upward was so intense that he could no longer tell when or if he had climaxed. Eventually, his vision went completely white, and all he could process was the sensation of the thick cock stretching him open below.

After that, Dante reached something that felt like a continuous, unending climax. After spilling his own semen all over Rhys’s abdomen, he no longer had the strength to keep his torso upright and collapsed heavily over Rhys’s chest. Rhys wrapped his arms tightly around Dante’s fallen waist and, like a ravenous beast, said absolutely nothing. He only exhaled rough, sharp pants as he continued to savage Dante’s hole from below.

“Stop, stop… I, hah, was wrong…”

The never-ending stimulation finally began to feel more like violence than pleasure, and Dante clung to Rhys’s shoulders, crying openly. Rhys gripped Dante’s jaw, staring hard into his tear-stained face, before pulling him down into a deep, crushing kiss.

Dante could not understand him at all; the contradiction was simply too vast. The moment Rhys came to his senses, he pushed Dante away, yet the instant Dante touched his body, he became violently aroused and transformed into this. But once Dante felt the tongue pushing urgently between his parted lips, it became impossible to keep thinking.

Because, whatever else he was, this man was someone Dante wanted unbearably.

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