Ash seemed about to be devoured.
Tyllian’s kiss wasn’t skillful.
He didn’t even close his eyes while kissing, so Ash was helplessly forced to meet his intense, glaring gaze.
With Ash lying across the boundary between the hallway and the room, Tyllian swallowed him—again and again.
He sucked on Ash’s lips and explored everything in his mouth as if trying to learn it all.
Before they knew it, their positions had reversed, and Ash was now pinned underneath him.
“Since when have you been looking at me like that?”
Ash was intrigued.
Tyllian stared at him with eyes full of desire.
The heat in them felt like it could cause burns.
Ash knew he wasn’t particularly smart.
Still, he thought he had a decent sense when it came to romance.
But maybe he needed to revoke that belief.
“No, wait. Tyllian’s the weird one here.”
If he had made it obvious, Ash would’ve noticed earlier.
Ash gave a small grin.
“Close the door and come in. You’re too far out there. I like it when it’s just the two of us.”
“Where on earth did you learn to say such things?”
Tyllian looked dumbfounded.
Ash wondered what he was even asking about.
“Where else? Do I have any hangout spots you don’t know about?”
“I wasn’t asking because I didn’t know. You’re just… honestly…”
“Who cares? Close the door.”
Tyllian took Ash into the room.
Holding the doorknob, he hesitated for a moment.
“Hm?”
But when Ash tugged on Tyllian’s hem, the door slid shut as if on cue.
Before Tyllian could regain his senses, Ash grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in.
The man’s broad body pressed Ash down.
The weight bearing down on him felt good.
Ash softly captured Tyllian’s lower lip.
The knight’s lips were dry.
Ash wondered how someone with such unkempt lips could still look so clean and handsome.
Ash took pride in his own looks—but his beauty came from meticulous care.
With naturally gifted men like Tyllian around, it felt like no amount of effort could ever truly measure up.
When Ash stopped sucking on his lips, Tyllian instantly sensed that he was thinking about something else.
“Now that you’ve drawn me in, have you lost interest?”
“What kind of question is that? Do I seem like a weirdo?”
Ash was flustered.
“Well, at the very least, I know you’re not someone with… integrity.”
“What does integrity have to do with being weird?”
Ash brought his lips back to Tyllian’s, brushing them gently together like birds touching beaks.
Smack.
Smack.
The faint sound of their lips touching made Tyllian’s eyes narrow.
Ash laughed aloud.
He couldn’t help it—he liked how things were going.
People liked his smile.
Even that bastard Owen admitted Ash’s looks were decent.
What would a knight like Tyllian even see in Ash?
His personality?
“Yeah, right.”
Ash at least had self-awareness.
What did he have aside from his face?
But then Tyllian clamped his lips shut and clenched his fists.
His chest heaved, and a sigh escaped his mouth.
“Let’s stop here. Surely by now, you realize I can’t win against you. This much should be enough to satisfy you.”
“Why stop? I don’t get it. You said you liked me, didn’t you?”
Ash didn’t understand.
Once something starts, shouldn’t you see it through?
He didn’t see a reason to stop midway.
Was it that Tyllian didn’t like him enough to go all the way?
“Do you not want to have me?”
“…How could I not?”
Tyllian ran his hand through his bangs.
His face was full of torment—because of Ash.
But wasn’t Ash the one who should be tormented?
He was already aroused after seeing this new side of Tyllian…
But not Tyllian?
“What are you…!”
Ash stretched out his leg and confirmed the bulge in Tyllian’s pants.
Even with just the sole of his foot, he could tell it was massive.
A tingle shot through Ash’s stomach.
“You’re turned on. Didn’t you say you liked me? Then prove it.”
Provoked by Ash, Tyllian unclenched his tightly balled fist.
He reached out toward Ash’s face.
“I really despise you.”
His large hand cupped Ash’s cheek.
Ash was met with a dizzying kiss—one so overwhelming it made his toes go weak in an instant.
“……”
Tyllian had been a knight who excelled at learning anything physical since childhood.
Ash had often been infuriated, unable to keep up with him.
But now, that very skill feels good.
How had he gotten so adept with just a few tries…?
Even after their lips parted, Ash’s cheeks remained flushed.
He was in a good mood—unlike Tyllian, who didn’t seem pleased at all.
“Why say that? You like it. You’re this worked up.”
“I never expected you to understand what I’m saying. I wasn’t even going to say it in my lifetime…”
Tyllian whispered between repeated kisses.
Ash couldn’t understand.
Shaking his head to evade the kiss, he asked,
“Then why do this? If you like me, you should say it. Wouldn’t that make us both happy?”
“Now, shut your mouth.”
“……”
Ash obliged Tyllian’s demand.
The tender kiss melted his tense body.
He realized then just how exhausted he was from being out for so long.
Tyllian let out a sigh.
“The floor is hard.”
“……”
Of course, it’s marble… Ash couldn’t even respond before another kiss overtook him.
“You’d prefer the bed, wouldn’t you?”
“Mmm… Ah!”
Tyllian lifted Ash effortlessly.
With his arms around Tyllian’s neck and their lips still locked, Ash was laid onto the bed.
Even after settling him down, Tyllian didn’t pull away—they remained connected, as if fused together.
When Tyllian finally broke the kiss, Ash was already half-melted.
His half-lidded eyes gazed up as Tyllian stripped off his upper clothing, revealing a firm chest.
Had Tyllian’s shoulders always been this broad?
His body bore many scars—sun-tanned skin streaked with thick, slightly lighter scars.
Ash traced a finger along the healed marks.
“That tickles.”
Tyllian murmured.
When Ash giggled, he brought the teasing finger to his lips, kissing it—yet his eyes never left Ash’s face.
Ash, in turn, was studying Tyllian’s body.
Always dressed in full knightley attire, seeing Tyllian bare now felt like revisiting their childhood.
But the Tyllian of their youth had never looked at Ash with such heated eyes.
Probably.
Ash hadn’t cared enough back then to remember how Tyllian had looked at him.
Mostly, it had been with a pained expression…
But childhood didn’t matter now.
The only thing that mattered was that Tyllian wanted him now.
Someone who wanted him would take his side, wouldn’t they?
Would be affectionate.
That was the truth Ash knew.
Just as his father’s countless lovers had been sweet for what they wanted from him.
Just as Ash’s own lovers had pretended affection for their own desires…
Affection was good.
Ash liked this version of Tyllian.
Tyllian peeled off Ash’s shirt and trousers, then admired his naked form with an appreciative gaze.
Ash liked that look—the way Tyllian’s eyes adored his body.
He spread his legs, granting easy access between his thighs.
“Ah…”
Tyllian stared curiously at Ash’s lower half, where hair was sparse.
His fingers combed through the strands, teasing against the grain, making Ash shiver.
“What’re you doing?”
Ash laughed breathlessly, guiding Tyllian’s hand to the right place.
A finger brushed against his still-tight entrance.
“Too narrow. How could anything possibly fit in here?”
“It all goes on eventually. I dunno, just try.”
At Ash’s careless reply, Tyllian’s touch turned rough.
A finger pushed in without warning.
“Ah! It hurts! Ngh—! At least—ah—prepare me first, you—!”
“It went in easily enough. You were right, Ash. Seems you’ve taken plenty before to know so well.”
“Well—fingers go in…! I’m a little wet now, but—ah—!?”
Ash nearly shrieked.
Two fingers forced their way in, stretching him abruptly.
Then a third—thick and unrelenting—made his inner walls clench in protest.
Tyllian frowned, merciless.
“Ah… You’ll… bite my fingers off, won’t you? Didn’t you say fingers were easy?”
“Don’t move—ngh, ah… Who the hell—shoves three in—at once—!?”
Tyllian’s fingers were thick—easily as wide as four of a normal man’s.
The audacity to complain while stuffing him like this made Ash want to scream.
But his body was already working hard to adjust, slick easing the way.
A lewd squelch echoed.
Tyllian’s eyes widened.
Ash’s face burned at his stunned expression.