Chapter 64

Even as Elwin panted in helplessness, he found himself breathless at the spectacle before him. As a man, he possessed a clear understanding of male anatomy; he had even harbored dreams of becoming a physician, rendering his knowledge of the body far from rudimentary. Yet, the pulsating, heat-radiating thing that rose to greet his eyes defied everything he knew. With his glasses removed, his vision blurred, but that fierce, carnal shape remained starkly, terrifyingly defined. Its hue was a bruised, dark red; the veins snaked across the surface in a savage display, and the head glistened with a slick, primal moisture.

THUD

“If you stare at it that much, I shall become embarrassed,” Leon murmured. His voice held a playful lilt, though his ragged breathing suggested a man barely clinging to his composure. He certainly looked anything but embarrassed; had he truly been so, he would never have seized Elwin’s trembling hand to press it firmly against the length of his arousal.

“As you can see, I find myself in quite a difficult predicament, my lord. I believe you owe me your assistance.”

Bewildered, Elwin allowed his hand to be guided, his fingers closing around that obscene, heavy mass of flesh. It was hard, searingly hot, and possessed a girth that his hand could barely contain. At that touch, an intoxicating, sickeningly sweet scent erupted from Leon. Elwin inhaled sharply, desperately, yet the air felt insufficient. Instinct took hold, driving him to wring more of that fragrance from the source, and he began to move his hand in a rhythmic, unpracticed stroke against Leon’s member.

“Ha. Hnng.”

Though Elwin’s touch remained clumsy, Leon let out a jagged sound. He attempted to offer a fond smile—the same expression he had worn so often of late—but his brow furrowed, betraying a man buckling under the sheer intensity of his desire. Blatant, predatory hunger gleamed in his eyes. The depth of that shadowed gaze both terrified Elwin and ignited a thrill of pleasure in his marrow. Just as Elwin sensed Leon was about to do something unspeakably intimate, Leon grabbed the waistband of Elwin’s trousers and ripped them open.

As Leon pressed his body close, their rigid organs collided. Leon captured both shafts, along with Elwin’s still-clasping hand, into his own powerful grip and began to grind them together. Fluids, pooled from both of them, slicked their skin, creating a wet, friction-filled friction that sent Elwin’s senses reeling. His vision wavered into a haze. His own hand, which had once dared to caress, now went limp, swaying passively beneath the guidance of Leon’s stronger, more authoritative fingers.

“Ah, ah, this… ahh.”

Even amidst the deluge of sensation, Elwin’s mind flickered with the question of what this act was called, but his climactic release arrived with such velocity that thought became impossible. His own member spasmed, erupting in a thick, white spray before he could even draw breath.

“Ah, nnng!”

It was as if he had been struck by lightning. His nerves shrieked, overwhelmed by the continuous, blinding pleasure that raced along his spine. Despite Elwin’s own release, Leon refused to halt. The rhythmic stimulation continued without respite, dragging Elwin through a dizzying, painful afterglow. He attempted to thrash, but his strength had completely evaporated, leaving him capable only of faint, spasmodic twitches.

Within the large, searing palm, their fluids were worked into a frothy, viscous cream. Only when the space between their legs had transformed into a sticky, unrecognizable mess did Leon finally surge toward his own finish.

“Ngh…”

The air grew thick with the heavy, musky scent of semen, mingled with a sweetness so potent it tasted almost briny. Driven by an incomprehensible urge, Elwin stole a glance at Leon’s face, longing to see what expression the man wore at such a moment. The disappointment of his blurred, glasses-less vision burned him; he could not satisfy his own gnawing curiosity.

Leon licked his parched lips and descended once more upon Elwin’s mouth, his kisses punctuated by wet, small sounds. Peck, peck. The soft noises sent shivers of pleasure down Elwin’s spine.

“Haa, haa…”

Elwin gasped as Leon kissed him with newfound gentleness. He remained dazed, lost to the suddenness of it all. Was this truly the nature of a heat cycle? He had consumed the medicine, he had released his seed, and the waves of pleasure were still crashing through his body, yet he continued to shiver. Even as the stimulation broke, a frantic impatience took root. He wanted Leon closer. No, he wanted him deeper—he wanted to be stirred open until he was hollowed out.

Elwin’s state could be excused by his heat, yet Leon’s behavior was equally erratic. He kissed him, panting with a ferocity that suggested he remained nowhere near satisfied.

“Sir Elwin.”

Leon whispered his name, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low register. He drew in a ragged breath, an intimate, dark gesture that felt as though he were gauging whether Elwin’s scent remained volatile. When Elwin failed to mask his own desperate expression, Leon’s eyes glinted with predatory satisfaction. Without hesitation, he began to strip the remaining clothes from Elwin’s body.

It was less an act of undressing and more an act of tearing away the ragged remnants of fabric that clung to Elwin’s skin. His jacket had long since been discarded, and his shirt now hung in shredded tatters, sodden with sweat and the heavy, intoxicating musk of their combined fluids. Once the rags were gone, Leon turned his attention to Elwin’s trousers. Elwin, who had been drifting in the haze of the kiss, suddenly snapped back to his senses.

It was far too late for modesty, yet the sight of his own lower body—a mess of fluids and exposed flesh—filled him with a sudden, sharp shame. He was still hardened, smeared with the white evidence of his release. “I will just… do it myself,” Elwin stammered. He attempted to pull the trousers down himself, only to realize the folly of his movement. He felt the weight of Leon’s gaze on his bared back. Leon’s eyes swept over his pale shoulders, the graceful curve of his spine, and his slim waist with a hunger that made Elwin’s skin prickle. In every sense, he had exposed himself to a beast.

The mere touch of that gaze boiled his blood. Elwin hesitated, fearing the moment his trousers fell and the sticky, stained reality of his body was revealed. He was ashamed, yet the knowledge that Leon was watching him—preparing to receive him—sent a jolt of perverse thrill through his core. His emotions knotted together, his hands shaking with indecision. Unable to wait, Leon hooked his fingers into the waistband, swept the trousers down, and cupped Elwin’s buttocks in his large hands.

“Ah…!”

Even his own moan sounded sticky to his ears. Leon’s hands were impatient, yet strangely careful as he guided Elwin onto the bed, face pressed against the linens. His fingertips began to knead, pressing gradually, suggestively inward. The moment Leon brushed against his perineum, moisture surged from Elwin’s walls. As Leon’s hand shifted toward his entrance, Elwin flinched, his body recoiling in a reflex of shock.

“Ah, there, no, not, hnn…!”

“If not there, I hardly believe there is anywhere else to go,” Leon retorted, his tone dripping with mischief.

Elwin bit his lip until it stung. He had no prior experience, but he possessed the theoretical knowledge of what occurred when an Alpha and an Omega collided in the throes of heat. His body had been burning with this singular necessity since the onset of his cycle; his very instincts demanded this. Each brush of Leon’s fingers caused his entrance to clench and twitch, weeping liquid as if begging for the intrusion.

Leon inhaled Elwin’s scent once more, a final, greedy draft, and applied pressure to his fingertips. The seam of closed, aching flesh parted, and two fingers pushed deep, reclaiming the space inside.