A tongue pierced his lips and entered.
The unbelievably soft organ, feeling like a living creature, occupied Ash’s inside.
Despite acting leisurely, the moment their lips met, Carlos roughly swept through Ash’s mouth.
He tangled their tongues, sucked at the pooled saliva, and attacked ravenously, like someone finding an oasis in a desert.
Carlos was always like that.
Passionate.
When he was with Carlos, Ash could be certain that he was necessary to him, as if Carlos would die without him.
Carlos was absorbed in the kiss as if he couldn’t live without Ash.
Ash felt a dull heat rise.
An exotic scent pricked his nose.
No, it felt like it went higher, stinging his brain.
He couldn’t think at all.
All his attention was focused on the sensations in his mouth.
Was his tongue such a sensitive organ?
Just being pressed and swept upwards made his shoulders twitch.
Heat gathered in his lower abdomen.
Even though it felt like Carlos was devouring him whole, it seemed Ash was the one drawing out the heat.
A tingling pleasure descended from his flushed, hot cheeks, down his neck, and to his chest.
That sensation gently stimulated his lower abdomen and dropped, all at once.
It sounded like a single drop of water falling.
No such sound was heard anywhere, yet Ash heard it vividly in his mind.
“90%…”
“Still the same,” Carlos chuckled from his throat, their lips still pressed together.
His Adam’s apple moved, and a low chuckle, like an echo in a cave, was heard.
“You know what? When I saw you again, I thought it was a dream.”
“You were there, in the dazzling sunlight. How could I keep my wits about me?”
Carlos pressed his lips against Ash’s a couple of times.
Smack, smack, he kissed, then delved back in.
Ash lost his strength.
Carlos took his tongue and wielded it as he pleased.
He licked Ash everywhere, from the places Ash liked to those he didn’t even know he liked.
A pleasant scent emanated from Carlos.
The Alpha’s pheromones covered Ash like a blanket. Carlos’s pheromones, unlike his personality, had a refreshing scent.
The scent of a forest. Ash wrapped his arms around Carlos’s neck.
The tremor of Carlos’s low chuckle, transmitted through their joined bodies.
Perhaps his other senses became sharper because his eyes were closed.
That might be why it felt so good.
Whenever Ash kissed Carlos, he always felt like he was disappearing.
He didn’t need to know anything else.
Ash was held in a wide embrace, and the other person would be endlessly gentle with him.
It was an embrace that instilled such belief.
The Alpha, who desperately explored Ash and then whispered sweet words in his ear, seemed to desire only Ash.
“Good. More…”
“More?”
Carlos pressed his lips to Ash’s earlobe.
He seemed to be leaving a soft mark with his lips, then gently bared his teeth.
“Ah!”
Ash flinched his shoulder.
His peripheral nerves were already on edge from the pheromones.
He would be excited no matter where he was touched, and with Carlos constantly teasing his weak spots, there was no way he could resist.
Carlos no longer smiled.
He trailed his lips down Ash’s neck.
Soft lips left gentle, moist kisses along the path.
It was so tender it made him ache, yet his movements were full of desire.
He thought the heat had caught fire, but it seemed it wasn’t enough yet.
Ash’s body also grew hotter, responding to Carlos’s caresses.
The heat was no longer confined to his lower abdomen.
His fingertips, clinging to Carlos’s broad back, and his toes, scratching the carpet, grew hot.
Blood circulated rapidly through his veins, and his heart thumped.
When did I take my clothes off?
Ash didn’t remember.
He came to realize he was naturally bare.
His shirt, unbuttoned and wide open, revealed his chest.
Carlos’s lips descended below his collarbone, then touched his chest.
He deliberately stuck out his tongue and licked Ash’s nipple.
Slurp.
Ash watched it, mesmerized, then trembled as pleasure directly hit his waist.
He covered his mouth with the back of his hand to prevent a too-loud moan.
His knees instinctively came up.
It was a primal movement to try and cover himself below.
However, Carlos was between his legs.
Ash’s knees only resulted in tightening around him.
Carlos responded to this.
He continued, widely spreading his tongue and licking his entire areola at once.
Slurp.
“Ah…!”
A gasp escaped him.
Ash clamped his hands over his mouth.
All sorts of things happened at a ballroom, but he hadn’t come here for this.
“Why have you gotten so beautiful? Have other guys doted on you a lot?”
Carlos clicked his tongue. He spoke well, even though he wasn’t really jealous.
“How can you go around with marks like these? You should have firmly told them not to do it where it’s visible.”
He said this while biting Ash’s nipple.
With the nipple held between his lips, he only moved his tongue, touching the tip.
It was warm and ticklish, making Ash shiver.
Yet, even with all his senses focused on one spot, a reflexive retort came out.
When people hear something utterly absurd, they often respond with a spinal reflex.
“Is a chest a visible area?”
“No? How many people have seen this mark?”
‘Three?’
Ash also thought reflexively.
Though it was a mark left by his mentor, Tyllian had seen Ash, too…
It was unlikely that someone with good eyesight like him would have missed the mark.
It was also a mark made in a shocking situation, making it hard to miss.
And then Carlos saw it…
So, three in total, right?
He naturally excluded the servant who helped him wash.
‘But why am I counting this?’
Anyway, the argument that it wasn’t a visible area seemed unlikely to work, so Ash shut his mouth.
Carlos spoke as if he had expected it.
“See? With so many people seeing it, your partner was inconsiderate. I told you to choose your Alphas carefully. You need to take the initiative; what’s the point of being dragged along by your partner?”
“You mind your own business!”
“I am minding your business well.”
Carlos smiled slyly.
Then he rested his cheek on Ash’s chest.
The Alpha, possessing all the external qualities most highly valued in high society—blonde hair and blue eyes—looked like a mischievous youth or a rugged man, depending on the expression he made.
His hair tickled Ash’s chest.
Ash felt like he was about to sneeze.
Carlos, fully leaning on him, also felt like a boy.
He listened to Ash’s chest, then raised his head.
“Your heart’s beating incredibly fast. I must be doing a good job.”
“What are you even saying…?”
“Dump that inconsiderate guy. He’ll only make you cry. You need to meet a good Alpha who understands you.”
He licked the reddish tooth marks, as if swallowing the areola.
It was as if he was trying to erase the mark left by his mentor.
“What kind of understanding…?”
“An Alpha who understands your loneliness. Exactly like me. Why wasn’t I enough?”
Ash squirmed from the ticklish sensation.
He wanted to pull his chest away, but he was trapped between the Alpha’s arms and couldn’t move.
Helplessly steeped in pleasure, Ash groaned, curling his toes.
He didn’t know if Carlos’s words were sincere or not. Was he really asking out of curiosity?
“You’re not lacking anything. Ah, stop…”
“Lies. You dumped me in an instant. I was hurt too. Alphas have pure hearts, too.”
“Who said they didn’t? No, I guess you wouldn’t have one…”
“You’re really too much. I don’t know what you see in me, a guy who hurts me every time he opens his mouth.”
Sweet, flattering words incessantly melted his ears.
Although what Carlos was actually melting was Ash’s chest.
He bothered his erect nipples so much that now, if Carlos stopped licking them, they would be unbearably itchy.
The ballroom was warm, but Carlos’s mouth was even hotter.
After being in such warmth and then suddenly being exposed to the outside, it was natural for the sensitive area to shiver from the cold.
Ash unconsciously scratched his other chest.
Because Carlos only licked one side, the lonely other breast hardened like its companion but didn’t receive proper stimulation.
Carlos burst into laughter seeing Ash fondling his own chest.
“Stop. I’ll do it. You’ll leave scratches if you use your nails.”
He moved Ash’s hand away and swallowed the nipple, which was throbbing with heat.
It felt good…
Ash trembled violently.
But his other chest was aching.
It was so itchy that he almost resented Carlos only having one mouth.
When Ash groaned, Carlos’s hand covered the untouched breast.
He gripped it as if gathering the flesh.
“Hwaaat!?”