Chapter 45

Is this really sex with Rhys?

Even while his body rocked roughly in time with Rhys’s movements, he could not believe it. He had thought Rhys’s sex was as proper as his quiet personality, but looking at Rhys driving his hips up from below him now, that was not the case at all. Through his wildly shaking vision, Rhys looked flushed red with arousal, moving savagely as though he had waited only for this day.

His thrusts grew harder. The speed at which he stirred Dante’s insides accelerated as well, and the inner walls, swollen red from too much stimulation, felt pleasure every time the cock shoved and plunged into them. When the prostate was struck, a shivery thrill tickled all the way into Dante’s head, and when his hole was filled, he began unconsciously tightening his ass. Tightening like that felt incredibly good. The moment he realized it, semen spilled from his frantically bobbing cock.

“Hng… ha… mm, hoo, ha… ah!”

At the feeling of what had built in his lower belly finally draining out, Dante went limp, panting in exhausted bursts. But Rhys gave him no time to rest. This time, he moved in another way. With his hips fully buried, he turned his cock inside Dante as if stirring him, then pressed firmly on his prostate. Dante’s sensitive body, which had not yet finished coming, trembled in violent spasms.

“Ah, hah, nng, Rhys, Rhys… nooo, hik…! Hah…!”

The pleasure was so intense it actually hurt, and Dante briefly came back to himself. Realizing he was moaning with drool spilling from his mouth, he released one hand from the sheets and tried to cover his lips. No sooner did he move than Rhys reached out and caught his wrist. Letting go of the leg he had been holding, Rhys overlapped their bodies completely and used his other hand to rub Dante’s lips.

“What are you… doing?” Rhys asked.

Rhys pushed his fingers in, forcing Dante’s lips apart. Dante exhaled in shallow pants, furrowed his brows, and met Rhys’s eyes. Looking into those blue eyes, which stared at him as if the act he had just attempted was entirely unacceptable, Dante grew puzzled too. Frowning, he wet his dry lips with his tongue and whispered between gasps, “You… hate my moans.”

Rhys’s mouth hardened. His pale face, flushed with arousal, clearly showed his displeasure. Narrowing his eyes, he slowly rotated the cock he had buried inside Dante, watching Dante’s eyes bend erotically at the vivid sensation before asking, “What bullshit is that?”

As if he could not tolerate Dante having said such a thing, Rhys thrust his hips up hard, almost like a punishment. The glans struck the swollen spot inside him at a near right angle, making Dante let out a scream-like moan.

“Haaah…! Ha, hng, nn, Rhys, Rhys… stop… stop, hah… nng…! Hng…!”

“When did I, haah, ever say that?” Rhys demanded.

Apparently, it really was a punishment. Rhys gave him no room, striking only that spot again and again. Each time Dante’s swollen prostate was crushed, semen streamed from his cock. He could not tell whether he was coming again or whether the previous orgasm had never actually ended. It felt as though he was coming forever. The pleasure had gone so far beyond tolerable that he felt as if he might lose his mind. His eyes rolled back.

“Hngh, mmph! …! Ah! Hah…!”

“Tay… I’m waiting for an answer,” Rhys urged.

“Stop, nn, wait, I, stop…!”

When Dante begged in a voice that seemed to choke on every breath, Rhys finally paused. Thanks to the merciless upward thrusting grinding to a halt, Dante found just enough space to breathe. Rhys pressed their bodies together chest to chest and rubbed Dante’s lips, silently demanding his answer.

“Before…” Dante began, his throat so dry that his voice cracked.

Rhys gazed down with great satisfaction at Dante’s disheveled face, which held not a single trace of its usual composure, and nodded. When Dante swallowed to wet his parched throat, Rhys leaned down and kissed his moving Adam’s apple. The gesture was gentle, just like before they had broken up, as if he had forgotten they had been fighting moments ago. Then, as if by habit, he moved toward the right side of Dante’s neck and lightly set his teeth there. Perhaps because he had licked and sucked the spot so much earlier, the skin stung sharply.

“Inside… haah, there’s that weird place, all the way in…” Dante whispered.

“Mm… here?” Rhys murmured.

Rhys deliberately pressed the cock buried in him deep. Perhaps because his inner walls had already grown used to holding the thickness, they fluttered and clung tightly to it. At that feeling, Dante flinched and tilted his jaw back, and Rhys kissed beneath his chin. While doing so, he buried his cock all the way to the deepest place Dante was talking about. The glans touching the very end twitched as though it wanted to push into the boundary at once. The moment Dante felt it, he nodded wildly.

“There, yes, there…! Don’t. Later… later.”

If Rhys thrust there right away, Dante felt his mind would truly break, so he whispered desperately. When he wrapped his arms around Rhys’s shoulders and hugged him deeply, Rhys froze with wide eyes. Thinking about it, Dante had never clung to him this much during sex before. Of course not—the sex had never been the kind that made him want to.

“When you fucked me there… your expression wasn’t good. You also told me we should rest before continuing,” Dante explained, finally gaining the time to desperately steady his breathing.

As he spoke while watching Rhys’s reaction, tears he had not noticed gathering slid from the corner of his right eye and wet his ear. Rhys, who had been listening stiffly, slowly lifted his hand and rubbed the damp skin by Dante’s ear. Silent, he loosened the hand that had been gripping Dante’s wrist and interlaced their fingers instead.

“Listen, Tay…”

Murmuring in a low voice, Rhys slowly brought his lips back to Dante’s neck. By now Dante was curious what sort of ruined state his neck must be in, but Rhys apparently had no intention of leaving it alone yet. The sound of kisses, wet and sharp, echoed as Rhys sucked hard at his skin and left marks. Dante had thought Rhys was inexperienced, but now he saw Rhys knew exactly how to leave marks. It was truly unbelievable.

“What man in the world would hate hearing the sounds my own makes? Hm? Especially when he cries so prettily.”

The description of “pretty” confused him a little, but in any case, Rhys apparently had not hated hearing him. That was a relief, but still…

“Then why did you stop and rest?” Dante asked.

At his question, Rhys gripped their interlaced hands tightly. Hot heat passed between their palms and spread all the way to Dante’s heart. Being pressed together like this, holding hands, made it feel as if their bodies had truly become one. This was what Dante had wanted all along: to press their sweat-slick bodies together and share warmth with the other person. Being this way with Rhys, and not anyone else, made his heart pound hard enough to hurt.

“Because I thought I wouldn’t be able to hold back,” Rhys confessed.

“Hold back what?”

Rhys, who had been burying his face near Dante’s neck, lifted his head. While the two of them had been talking softly, Rhys seemed much calmer, yet his eyes were not very different from before. He held Dante in his dark blue gaze for a long time before slowly lifting his upper body. Then, he interlaced their other hands too and hovered over Dante, pinning him down. Dante suddenly realized Rhys still had not come.

“This,” Rhys said.

The instant he realized it, the glans that had been resting near Dante’s colon seemed to have been waiting. It pushed ruthlessly inside.

“Ah, wait, Rhys, there… no, hah, haa, ah…!”

A short scream burst from his throat. His lower body was the one taking the cock, yet his whole body locked up as if his throat had been strangled shut. A numbing sensation, as though the inside of his belly had been struck, mixed with a chilling pleasure that made the hair at the top of his head stand on end. Savoring the inner walls that clenched down around him, Rhys stayed buried to the hilt before drawing his hips back.

The real fucking began then. As if everything before had only been a rehearsal, Rhys moved with merciless thrusts. Each time he drove his cock in, Dante’s body was shoved upward. The weighted upward strokes were so powerful that Dante felt as if the cock might punch straight through his abdomen.

“Hah, haah, hah… hng, haa, haa, ha…! Aaah! Hah!”

Moaning in a cracked voice, Dante was shaken helplessly. The sounds came out against his will, leaking no matter how tightly he tried to close his mouth. That alone was enough to drive him mad, but the longer the penetration went on, the stranger Dante’s ass became. As if mocking his belief that he could not feel much from behind, pleasure swelled together with Rhys’s cock entering him.

“Haa, ah, ahng…!

Each time the cock sank into his spread hole, an eye-rolling pleasure erupted from somewhere pressed deep against his belly. When the hot flesh that had filled him withdrew, emptiness spread and his inner walls tightened. When the cock rammed back into the empty hole, a sharp sensation dropped into his lower belly as if he had gone into a steep dive. He wondered if this was what it meant for one’s lower body to drop away.

It was completely overwhelming.

Truly, he had never felt anything this good before. Every time Rhys fucked him, absurd sensations he had never known existed spread through him. When the thick cock filled him completely and Dante tightened his ass around it, his inner walls contracted and pleasure surged from there.

By the time the pleasure piling in his lower belly was on the verge of overflowing, Rhys began driving his hips up at a speed incomparable to before. Their interlaced hands tightened as if Rhys meant to crush his bones. Rhys’s cock struck deep inside again and again before finally settling there.

“Haa, ah, nng, Tay… hng…!”

Harsh breathing spilled over Dante’s head. Rhys bent over him and went rigid, squeezing his pretty eyes shut as he released a series of erotic moans. His long lashes trembled, and a crease formed between his pale brows. The strength in his hands grew fiercer, and Dante, who had already been close, came while clenching down around Rhys inside him. Semen that was now close to water spattered over his abdomen.

“Hah, hah, hah… Rhys… haah… ah… nn, nng?”

Panting in exhaustion and satisfaction, Dante suddenly blinked at the strange sensation from behind. Huh. Huh?

“Rhys, this, nng?”