Chapter 1125

Their renewed union in the bath continued until nearly all the sloshing water had spilled out. Even as fresh water washed over them afterward, Kishiar remained connected to Yuder from behind. In order to dry him without pulling apart, Yuder had to summon a large towel using wind, laying and wrapping it around them almost like a blanket or a bedsheet as they rolled about.

Frankly, it was unclear whether they were drying off moisture—or catching what was newly leaking out. But neither of them cared. To be honest, Yuder suspected Kishiar treated the entire act as a new form of stimulation. And in truth, Yuder was no different.

“Haa, hngh, mm, ah...”

While Yuder rubbed a towel over the man’s hair as he pressed down on him, Kishiar—already for some time now sucking on the reddened peaks of his chest—continued to thrust his hips. The waves of pleasure occasionally caused Yuder’s hand to fumble with the towel, but through the tousled hair, Kishiar’s gaze remained only pleased and content. Swallowing a moan from the wet friction inside him, Yuder finally finished drying the golden hair and pulled the towel lower.

“Your ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) hair’s... haa, really tangled... mm...”

While Yuder’s own hair simply dried into its natural shape once the water was gone, Kishiar’s hair, thicker and stronger, would mat together unless brushed. The absurd part was—even that messy, it looked so good it was hard not to think it had been styled that way intentionally.

‘...It doesn’t look bad, but still...’

Yuder embraced the man who shamelessly leaned into him like he knew exactly how beautiful he was, and ran his fingers roughly through his hair to straighten it out. But the moment his fingers touched Kishiar’s forehead, the man’s movements intensified, driving into him twice as hard—leaving Yuder thoughtless for a moment. Still, he more or less accomplished his goal. With his hair pushed back and his forehead now exposed, Kishiar looked distinctly different from when it had been brushed back for formal wear.

‘Kind of unfair, actually.’

Even so, Yuder couldn’t stop his hand from stroking that hair. Kishiar bit into his neck with joy. The bite sent jolts of pleasure down Yuder’s spine and made his insides clench. His cock, which had long since forgotten what it meant to “climax,” twitched and dripped fluid as his body trembled on its own.

“Mm... ah...”

After a brief, mild climax, Yuder braced against the floor and turned his body. As he lay down flat, what had filled him slid out—but Kishiar didn’t take it as rejection.

The man immediately pressed lips to his now-exposed nape. Wrapping his arms around Yuder’s lifted hips, he smoothly pressed back inside.

“Agh...!”

With a wet sound, the already-softened entrance opened wide. They were joined once again. Yuder moaned at the sensation of being filled so completely, the chest pressed against his back radiating warmth into him.

If anyone were to witness them now, they’d surely think them no more than beasts. There were no longer any rules or restrictions—no boundaries. Whether the floor, the wall, or wherever else, they simply moved, crawled, clung—focused solely on the act of union.

Some might scoff and say it all meant nothing, especially considering they’d just bathed. But Yuder didn’t think so.

He didn’t dislike this messy moment. It felt... natural, as though he were born to move this freely. Even more—he found it more satisfying than anything that came before. Maybe it was because he could clearly confirm: this man, elegant and refined, now thought of nothing else—only this moment.

‘At least I managed to dry his hair... and we did roll our way out of the bath. So technically, we’re out now.’

That half-thought drifted lazily through Yuder’s mind as pleasure lulled his brain into a hazy state. He relished the deep pleasure of being thrust into without pause, the lewd slap of flesh meeting, and the dizzying sensation of being ground into by something that had reached so deep it could go no further. Slowly, he began to move his hips—arching and lowering them.

His body already knew this would feel good. Though it was different from how he moved in other positions and somewhat clumsy, it didn’t matter. The pleasure intensified all the same.

Kishiar beamed, delighted by Yuder’s movement, licking and biting at his flushed cheek visible between strands of hair. The heat between them, clinging with no space to spare, carried a scent that wrapped them completely. The pleasure was thick and sticky, sometimes flashing like lightning—ceaseless.

‘Feels so good...’

Saliva pooled in his mouth like he’d tasted something delicious. As the scent poured freely from Yuder’s open, dazed body, Kishiar licked it up greedily like it was the sweetest water.

The stimulation was so overwhelming that he thought he couldn’t take it anymore—but the emotions pouring from Kishiar were too sweet to stop. He drank, and drank, and drank again—wondering if he might truly drown in it—but never felt full. Even as that scent swallowed his last breath, he offered himself willingly.

Yuder gave everything he had to Kishiar—and in return, poured out everything that was inside him.

At some point, he found himself bent over the edge of the bed, body shaking. When he came to again, they were standing—Yuder clinging to Kishiar like a child, still joined. His lower body overflowed, the fluids dribbling down onto bare skin leaving more marks of pleasure. Not to be outdone, Yuder pressed his own marks into Kishiar’s flesh in return.

They didn’t need words. Just releasing his scent conveyed his intentions, and Kishiar gave him exactly what he wanted. Likewise, Yuder always understood what Kishiar needed.

In a breathless daze, he spread his arms—and Kishiar embraced him in return. A warmth unlike anything he'd known spread through his chest. This was a warmth no one else had given him, something that belonged only to him. That realization hit again—so deeply it almost hurt.

“Ah...”

Yuder, filled with that inner heat, looked into the red eyes reflecting his own face.

That face—disheveled, flushed, soaked in lust—hardly looked like the Yuder Aile anyone knew. But seeing it reflected in Kishiar’s eyes, smiling gently, made Yuder raise the corners of his lips.

Drawn to that smile, Kishiar pressed his lips to Yuder’s with greedy affection.

‘Most likely... once you know this feeling, there’s no going back.’

This overwhelming pleasure. This unfiltered satisfaction. This scorching love.

There was no returning to the time before Kishiar la Orr.

To a time when he hadn’t known the meaning of this man.

Once again, his insides were soaked. Their two scents intertwined recklessly.

“...”

Yuder opened his eyes. He didn’t know how many short naps it had been by now.

The first thing he saw was the basket Nathan Zuckerman had brought, now lying empty on the floor. Beyond the curtains, it was dark. He was resting against a wall, wrapped tightly in Kishiar’s arms as the man dozed. The sheets wrapped snugly around them left no room for chill.

‘We’re not connected right now...’

That should’ve been normal. But oddly, the emptiness inside felt... lonely. Yuder sighed softly, ignoring the slight twitch in his still-sensitive body. He didn’t remember eating much, but he felt full and content. The effects of the rut were truly mysterious.

‘I don’t know how much time has passed... but judging by how he’s asleep again, it probably hasn’t been too long.’

Yuder reached a hand beyond the sheets and gently caressed Kishiar’s cheek. The touch wasn’t enough to wake him—but the red eyes opened in silence.

Eyes that stared calmly into Yuder’s.

And within them, Yuder saw a light that hadn’t been there before.

It was the light of returned reason.

He worried for a moment what Kishiar—who once feared his rut due to memories of failure—might say now. But that worry was soon proven unnecessary.

Kishiar smiled wordlessly. Then he pressed his forehead to Yuder’s and let out a deep breath.

“Haa...”

Like someone waking slowly from a good dream.

Filled with happiness, joy, deep relief—and gratitude.

“...Are you fully conscious now?”

“Yeah.”

Both their voices were completely hoarse. Yuder more so, but Kishiar wasn’t much better. They both let out soft, brief laughter at the same time.

“Do you feel it was worth trusting me?”

“That’s a pretty pointless question...”

Trailing off, Kishiar rubbed his cheek against Yuder’s. Just as graceful as ever—just as honest as he was during the rut—he bit lightly into his cheek and kissed him.

“I felt free. And happy. So much so that I never imagined something like this could exist.”