Scandalous.
Scandalous, but unfortunately too cute for his own good, was the only way the blonde could describe himself at the mont.
In his extrely imaginative mind—which was right up there with the creativity of one D-29—it was as if his top had been torn to bits by a wild beast, shredded into pieces and never to be seen again.
But in reality, the innocent top had just been rightfully and properly displaced while remaining as intact as it could possibly be.
Moreover, instead of hearing sothing akin to demanding a surrender, Kyle, the sly beast that he was, instead murmured, "We should prepare for a bath now, don’t you think?"
"Ahn! Wait—"
Now, Ollie could’ve believed such innocent words if not for the lips grazing his bare shoulders.
See, it wasn’t like they’d never done this before. In truth, undressing was sothing Kyle normally did for him after he’d gotten comfortable with the fact that his then-boyfriend really wasn’t one to bite.
And since all mornings were lazy mornings and his responsible boyfriend, ahem—husband, had since been in charge of everything related to him, this shouldn’t have been any different.
But today, this man was touching places he hadn’t touched before. And the poor, innocent blonde, who was supposed to be running away, was instead acting like a lunatic and rubbing back.
"...?"
Wait. What?
Yes. Rubbing back.
Ollie furrowed his brow, finding it surprising after realizing the situation didn’t seem right. Instead of running for his life, the allegedly innocent mop was doing his best to rub up against his man’s body. It was as if failing to be in contact would spell distress and demise.
"Huh?"
Now... how co he was doing that when, in the novels he’d read before, they didn’t seem to be that eager? Wasn’t it supposed to be terrifying?
Unfortunately for the thinking blonde, his thoughts were apparently obvious on his flushed face to the point where his newly-bonded husband couldn’t help but say, "I see that you’re distracted. It’s probably because I’m not trying hard enough..."
"!"
"Hah!"
"Nngh!"
"Wait, you’re already—!"
Ollie Mylor, the bright star of DG, naively thought he’d already reached his limits as he writhed uncontrollably. But much to his surprise, just when an erect peak he’d ignored all his life was pinched, the hand that had held his waist since the beginning went for sothing else that had his eyes unfocusing.
"!!!"
"Ahp!"
As Kyle’s hand reached for his manhood, Ollie yelped, blushing a deep crimson while lting against that too-sturdy chest.
But as if not realizing the predicant the mop was in, Kyle simply kissed his neck, asking softly, "Are you okay?"
The inexperienced Mylor didn’t know how to answer because it felt like his body was on fire.
But as if the universe understood his dilemma, a beep sounded from one of the rooms as a cleaning robot rolled out.
"Ah. It seems it’s done cleaning our room," Kyle said, looking to the side.
"Room?"
"Yes. Just past this hallway would be my room. And now, it’s yours too."
The towering man with frisky hands said that with a small smile, and Ollie could only manage a dazed, "Oh."
"Do you want to rest first while I take a bath?"
Kyle kept him close but stopped his more daring movents, giving the mop a breather and a chance to decide for himself.
Thankful for the montary reprieve, the blonde, who looked more like a strawberry now that he was seeing his reflection in the mirror, gulped but nodded in agreent.
He panted while being swept up by Kyle, who carried him like a princess. He’d always been carried like this, but today it felt like he’d be carried to face a private trial.
Was he going to be okay?
The practically undressed blonde had been expecting sothing—anything—but was surprised when he only ended up being deposited on the large bed with a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose.
"???"
Was that it?
The lighthouse, who still shone bright amidst the dark room, kept on blinking. He wondered if they were already done.
That couldn’t possibly be it, right?
Ollie gathered himself into a ball for a mont, as if gathering his thoughts.
But surprisingly, he ended up pouting because his body felt heated and very uncomfortable. Worse, he couldn’t even bear to graze his own torso because it was too sensitive and bothered.
"Huuu..."
"Kyle..."
His legs were pulled up against his chest, but as grievances piled up, all the little rascal could do was bite his lower lip while looking toward the door where his Kyle had gone.
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But if the shorty had encountered unexpected inconveniences, an upstanding adjutant of the proud Empire was out there trying to cool himself down with ice-cold water.
Not that it was working.
Just how pent-up am I that it’s gotten to this point?
"Tch."
His guess was right. If his little star only knew how there’d never been a need for him to learn seduction...
Kyle stood under the showerhead thinking about his earlier transgressions.
With Ollie’s re existence being enough to get Kyle riled up, there was really no need to add any more dangerous triggers.
What the youngest Nox had to do, however, was to figure out a way not to scare off his wife, who might end up biting off more than he could chew, only to regret it later once he realized that rubbing up against beasts wasn’t the safest way to go about life.
What if his little star ended up getting put off by intimacy entirely because he ended up in pain?
That would be unacceptable, right?
But then maybe the freshly appointed husband should be more concerned about his heart and ntal stability.
Because, contrary to his calculations, the said wife, instead of running away like he’d deliberately allowed him to do, ca barging in with a bang.
"?!"
Kyle, who had just finished his grueling cool-down, stood with a towel in hand, drying his hair, when he suddenly froze at the sound of the bathroom door swinging open. There stood Ollie, wearing nothing but one of Kyle’s oversized dress shirts. They faced each other—Ollie frad in the doorway, and Kyle in the middle of the bathroom, damp and completely exposed.
The self-reflecting tower looked at his mop in surprise.
Then, upon seeing his face, he realized Ollie had co in looking like he had a plan, but it seed like he’d lost his tongue sowhere as he saw sothing he likely didn’t intend to.
Well, his little star was transparent like that.
Besides his trembling hair antenna, it was obvious in how he gasped at the sight of sothing so incredibly unlike his.
"!!!"
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To be fair, who wouldn’t be shocked at the sight of this?!
He’d seen his Kyle shirtless, of course. But stark naked?
For so reason, never.
It was the first ti he, the innocent shining star of DG, had seen sothing so...
So big?
So...hmm...
The blonde, whose eyes were glued way lower than they should’ve been, stayed there unabashedly before finally looking down at his own.
This...?
Then, after an extrely thoughtful beat, he said, "K-Kyle, are you normal?"
Ollie blinked, his face a mix of awe and genuine concern.
"...Or is it that’s the problem?"
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