"What?" At that mont, ti stopped for Taras.
His lips parted as if to release a storm, ready to object to what Treasure had just said—but then, for the first ti, Taras hesitated, unsure of what to say. "..."
Was Le An saying that he had accepted all the anger and hatred Taras had thrown at him—and even thought the sa way as him?
Le An’s quiet sobbing only grew quieter as he looked at Taras’s frozen expression. For a mont, he frowned, because instead of the cold satisfaction or sense of righteousness he had expected to see on Taras’s face, there was sothing else—sothing that looked even angrier.
"All of this..." Le An’s eyes burned, and he closed them as if his tear ducts had run dry, rubbing one with the back of his hand. "Everything is my—"
Taras cut him off, unable to bear any more of what he considered nonsense. "What are you talking about?" he snapped, grabbing the hand Le An had raised to his face and forcing it down.
Startled by his harsh tone and the sting in his wrist, Le An froze. Taras’s other hand, the one resting at the back of his neck, tightened as well. His whole body was tense, his face now set in anger. "I..." Le An tried to lower his head while staring into Taras’s dark pupils, but the fingers on his neck held him still. When Le An resisted again, Taras’s grip only grew tighter—driven by a helpless, swelling rage inside him.
"Stop hiding your face." His voice carried the sound of patience breaking apart, and Le An froze as the oppressive energy radiating from Taras’s body spread over his own.
That sa energy—the one Taras had once used to throw him to the ground—flashed in Le An’s mind. It resurfaced for Taras as well, and for a brief mont, his fingers loosened.
They were this close now. How could Treasure still believe he carried the sa feelings from that day, when his warm body was right here in Taras’s arms? Hadn’t the days of hurting him long passed?
While Le An stared at him, frozen, Taras exhaled deeply and slowly opened Le An’s clenched hand with his own fingers. It was the sa gesture he always made when he wanted Le An to know it was him—the way his thumb brushed over the knuckles, tracing small circles. They looked at each other all the while.
It was the deepest, most intimate gaze they had ever shared. As Taras’s eyes gradually softened, the anger in them lted away, and calmness spread into Le An’s as well. The rhythmic motion of Taras’s thumb over his skin slowly pulled Le An out of his earlier state. His mind began to quiet.
Then Taras, with a slow but decisive movent, gathered Le An’s body in his arms and, in one motion, laid him down beneath him on the bed. Yet their faces, their bodies, their pressed stomachs never parted for even a second.
"I don’t..." Taras’s eyes traced the faint trails that tears had left across Le An’s face before settling on his gaze. Even now, holding him like this, Taras felt he needed to say sothing—sothing to keep him from vanishing like mist. "...hate you. Not anymore."
He placed his hand on Le An’s face with the care of soone touching sothing fragile. His thumb slid slowly into Le An’s half-open mouth, pressing lightly against his lower teeth before pulling his lip downward. His sharp eyes followed the motion as he released it.
Shouldn’t Treasure have felt relieved by those words? But Taras’s brows furrowed. On Le An’s face, there was no relief—only the sa weary expression and a faint, fading smile.
"If you don’t," Le An said, holding onto Taras’s wrist lightly now that his lips were free, "it’s only because you’re a good person." The smile didn’t reach his eyes and disappeared soon after.
Ha... Taras’s jaw tightened with frustration. His eyes flickered with the effort to restrain his temper. "Now, while I’m here beside you—while I’m holding you like this..."
He brushed his thumb once more, this ti impatiently, over Le An’s lips, watching the soft skin flush beneath it. "While I’m holding you like this... what do you think all of this ans?"
Le An’s face turned red under the pressure of Taras’s finger tracing his lips. He tried to avoid his gaze, that tiny, maddening smile returning for just an instant. Taras’s voice deepened. "What do you think I was thinking when I helped you that night, hm?"
"I’m telling you—you won’t be freed from from now on. You won’t get away from , Treasure. Why?"
You saved because you pity . And you enjoy taking your anger out on , watching overwheld.
Le An whispered the thought to himself, unable to say it aloud. His vision blurred again, and his face twisted with an expression of pain—as if being loved by the hand that would one day end him was its own kind of torture.
"Ha..." Looking into Le An’s dazed eyes, Taras grabbed him by the chin and suddenly attacked his lips. Their teeth clattered together. Le An, buried in the pillow, his eyes wide open, clung to Taras’s collar as if for his life.
Taras pressed his body against Le An’s and, with one hand, pushed Le An’s leg aside and entered between his thighs. At the sa ti, without pausing for Le An’s crimson lips, he fixed his eyes on the tip of his small tongue and pinched it with his thumb in one swift motion.
He pushed his tongue up to Le An’s upper palate, and just as Le An reflexively tried to close his mouth, he tilted his head to the side and invaded the inside of his mouth from a different angle this ti. "Agh, hu-hmph!..."
As Taras used all his breath, swirling his tongue on his palate, Le An trembled, as if driven by an instinct to fully take him inside his body, to accept him, and he wrapped his legs around Taras’s waist and clasped them together behind him.
As soon as Taras found Le An’s scorching hot groin against his body, he let out a grunt, thinking he would lose his mind, his eyes fixed on Le An’s lips from which small moans escaped.
"Keep your mouth open." Taras’s commanding, deep voice reached Le An’s mind like an order from deep within, and Le An parted his lips a little more as if listening to him. "Well done. Watch your pheromones."
Le An’s eyes had lost focus, his wet lashes occasionally touching. "Don’t leak." Taras leaned and sucked on the tip of Le An’s tongue, pulling his lips toward him. Then he changed his mind and released him, licking Le An’s left eyelid suddenly. His eyes then slid down from the closed eyelid to his cheekbone, and Taras bit the little bone protruding under his pink cheek, then slowly let go.
But Le An’s lips, straining to breathe, pulled Taras back to him. "Fuck...Treasure."
Smooch. Taras pressed Le An’s lips with a stubborn determination, as if wanting to leave the imprint of his own lips on top of them. Weren’t these the lips Treasure only allowed him to kiss? The lips no other alpha in this room had kissed, and no other alpha would ever kiss.
As Le An tilted his chin up and looked at Taras with pleading eyes, he parted his lips, his face flushing even more, his eyes rolling back as the pleasure overwheld him. "Haa... ha..."
Now, as Taras kissed Le An, allowing him to catch his breath, he watched through narrowed eyes as he writhed with pleasure beyond his control.
Treasure loved to kiss.
"Ungh, Ta-"
To kiss with him, of course.
Even if he couldn’t say it, his eyes betrayed him. His body lted with every kiss, his cock twitching helplessly between his legs, now forgotten to be concealed. "Breath... ngh, uh..."
It was as if wherever Taras looked, he missed how captivating the other part, his eyes, his slender neck, his every curve, or his narrow crotch were at the sa ti.
"Taras... hnnnh, I can’t breathe-!"
Le An placed his hand on his lips as Taras forced his mouth open wider, and for an instant, his trembling fingers brushed his lips, and Taras fixed his furious gaze on the eyes that stopped him.
As if protesting, his face clamped tighter as Le An turned his head to the side, gasping for air to hide in Taras’s neck, and wrapped himself around his neck. "Please... ah, just a little, just a little..."
Taras broke free like from a spell, and as soon as he saw his own fingers buried in Le An’s cheeks, he withdrew his hand. Le An’s fluttering heartbeat filled his ears. "Ha... ha, huff..."
His body must have crushed the tiny one beneath him too much; Le An’s chest rose and fell rapidly.
At that mont, as Le An’s neck entered his field of vision, Taras’s eyes locked on it. And for a mont, his judgnt was taken over by sothing else. His ears filled with his own heartbeat, and his tongue unconsciously licked his teeth, wetting his fangs.
As if he could discern with his eyes the slight movent of those glands pulsing beneath that delicate nape, Taras parted his lips, a feeling of growing insanity spreading through his body, and pressed his nose against the back of Le An’s ear. Thump, thump, thump.
He would make him his right here, right now. Taras, like a hunter encircling his prey to prevent Le An from resisting, slowly slid his hands around his torso and neck and gripped him. His breathing lost its rhythm; he thought if he didn’t have what was in front of him now, others would...
"Nngh, now I can—" Le An pulled his face out from where he had been hiding it and slowly, breathing a little more evenly and having stopped thinking, with dazed eyes, began to search for Taras’s lips in a lost manner... "Now..."
Taras ca to his senses.
He was about to imprint on him. Taras swallowed as he looked into Le An’s dazed eyes. Treasure didn’t even notice. Staring at him with eyes waiting to be kissed and grinding his hips against him, Taras leaned back down to his lips and kissed him deeply.
"Calm down." Taras slowly slid his hand inside Le An’s pajamas, gripping his cock beneath the wet underwear. He was soaking wet.
"Huh..." When Taras gripped Le An’s helpless, trembling cock with his pulse throbbing in his hand, Le An trembled, wrapped his arms around him, and moaned. "Hhngh! Haa, please..." Taras held Le An’s body, which didn’t know what to do, down with his own body and began to move his hand in a slow rhythm while continuing to kiss Le An. "Taras... ple-nngh, ha..."
When another sob escaped Le An’s lips, Taras smiled, feeling the warmth spreading through his heart, overwheld by this body beneath him, this beautiful oga saying his na. "Hm? Say it, Treasure."
The idea that Treasure’s mind, heart, and body were filled with him undermined his restraint, and Taras quickened his movents, beginning to kiss him again to quell his hunger. "Say my na."
Le An’s hips spasd, and he clutched Taras tighter, pushing himself further into his grasp. "Ha... quick- quick- nngh,"
"Say my na, Treasure." Taras repeated, stopping his kisses and straightening up. He grabbed Le An’s hips with his other hand and pressed against his own cock, continuing to thrust hard as he threw his head back.
Le An now felt naked as Taras’s shadow lifted, and he panicked, sitting up and throwing himself back onto Taras’s torso, wrapping his arms around him and murmuring. "Taras,"
"Taras..."
"Yes." Taras supported Le An from behind, never taking his eyes off his face. Le An, surrendering all control to him, watched him with clouded eyes of pleasure. Taras reached for his own zip, took out his cock, pressed it against Le An’s, and held him by the neck to keep Le An from looking down. A slight fear flickering in Le An’s eyes, Taras pressed him against his own body and rested his head on his shoulder. "...Treasure,"
Taras took one of Le An’s hands and guided it around his now erect cocks, closing Le An’s trembling palm over their tips. At the sa mont, Le An’s hip jerked, but Taras grasped Le An and sat him back in his lap. His palm wet with sweat, Le An’s hand fidgeted with timid anxiety. Taras rubbed his cock against Le An’s tightly gripped hip, gradually increasing his speed.
"I-I..." Le An now swallowed hard and closed his eyes, hiding his face as his hips moved faster and he began to feel the twitch of Taras’s cock between his fingers. "So..." Taras’s... it was really big. "Hnngh, hic."
Le An trembled as his hips twitched and pressed his face into his neck. As Taras’s breath also began to harden, his hands grasping his hips applied force to Le An’s flesh that would tear him apart.
Le An jumped again, his movents mixing as if racing each other, and at the sa ti, with Taras’ final push, which slamd Le An’s hips into his groin, they ca together. "Ahh!"
Le An twitched repeatedly as a blinding white light descended before his eyes, then let his body go completely limp. His palm was now drenched with sen.
Secretly, he opened his eyes and watched Taras’s twitching between his trembling legs, srized.
As their breaths echoed unevenly, Taras pressed Le An’s hips against himself a few tis more, slowly. "Ha... fuck..."
"..." Le An waited for Taras to say sothing, but instead, he buried his head in the hollow of his neck again and bit his lip. His face burned with the awareness of what they had done, and his eyes welled up.
So... this is what it felt like to make love with soone you liked.
They stayed like that for a while. Le An, his body overco with exhaustion, shook off his drowsiness just as Taras stood up, embracing his body as it was, and started to walk. His legs wrapped around Taras’s waist dangled in the air, swaying slowly with each step.
As Le An’s eyes closed completely, he surrendered himself entirely to Taras’s warm, large torso and fell asleep again.
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"Ungh..." When Le An opened his eyes again, his body was clean and his pajamas had been changed. His nose pressed against Taras’s chest, they lay now side by side, so close.
Taras’s hand was again inside his pajamas, faintly caressing his shoulder blade.
"Are you awake?"
Le An lifted his head as if suddenly caught, but then lowered his gaze without looking into Taras’s eyes as his chin touched his forehead. "Y-yes."
"..." Taras sighed, looking over the body that had passed out in his arms just now, thinking it was his fault Le An was like this.
Le An looked at his palm as Taras’s other hand pressed sothing into it.
"Take it beforehand," said Taras, his fingernails grazing Le An’s back. What he gave him were suppressants. Treasure’s heat this month coincided with the plan and Taras couldn’t let anyone see him in this state when he took him away from this house.
Le An closed his palm and shook his head. This... could cause his heat to start early after all they had done. "Thank you."
After lying silently for a while, Taras slowly got out of bed as Le An’s breathing quieted and beca rhythmic, and covered him with the covers.
But Le An sat up from where he lay and blinked his eyes. "...Tomorrow?"
He was asking which day the whole series of revelations and the demolition plan would take place.
"Yes." As Taras’s voice fell coldly between them, the light of what he was about to do and his destructive victory passed through his eyes for a mont. "Tomorrow we’ve prepared a show that will overturn all the balance you know, Treasure."
Le An swallowed, and Taras added. "I’ll be here tomorrow at midnight sharp. Stand here and wait. Don’t move an inch. Do you understand?"
Stand here and wait. Le An looked into Taras’s eyes as if morizing them, then nodded gently.
As the shadow ended at his toes, Taras looked at Le An’s sleepy eyes and nodded silently. Le An’s expression gave way to an implicit sadness at his departure, and Taras smiled faintly, though imperceptibly, at the look on his face. "Sleep, Treasure."
As Taras’ smile and body disappeared into the darkness, Le An froze, his eyes fixed on the emptiness left behind, his hand almost raised to say goodbye, suspended in midair.
Goodbye.
If only there were a few more days after this, before the plan was carried out, to see him again.
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