Chapter 1256

Kishiar wrapped his other arm tightly around Yuder’s waist, which squirmed as if trying to either devour the rapidly thrusting fingers or escape from them. Holding him so he couldn’t move in either direction, he shoved in up to the third finger, then twisted his hand without any regard for restraint—prompting a gasping breath to break through Yuder’s clenched lips.

It wasn’t even enough to be called a moan or a cry—just a brief, desperate breath.

Yuder had no idea how mesmerizing that silent expression of pleasure was—the way his red tongue peeked through parted lips.

The sight of someone who normally seemed utterly unshakable laid bare like this—was far beyond what the word provocative could ever express. That raw yearning he revealed. The beauty of a body that had completely cast off all defenses. The transformation, like a blossoming, that came from surrendering entirely to sensation—what language could possibly capture it?

Even with a mind that knew nearly every existing language and dialect in the world, fluent in ancient scripts and codes, it was impossible to fully describe the scarlet-colored sensations this being before him made him feel.

Kishiar swallowed the breath that burst from Yuder’s lips, as if trying to capture it—and at the same time, thrust harshly one final time inside.

“----!”

His breathless chest heaved as if it were about to burst, his head falling back. In that same instant, the insides clenching tightly around Kishiar’s fingers—with no space left between—convulsed and began spilling hot fluid. Yuder’s own arousal, rigid and trapped between their bodies, twitched and released a thin, white stream. His first climax.

Kishiar didn’t even blink, determined not to miss a single moment of Yuder coming undone. The curve of that twisting body, overwhelmed by sensation. His forearms gripped so tightly there’d be marks. The blurred pupils just visible beneath hair tossed back, the rapid shiver of long black lashes. Kishiar burned it all into memory.

Even then, his hand never stopped moving. The slick sounds grew louder, unmistakably obscene—liquid flowing from Yuder’s climax mingling with the fingers still driving into him. His insides, clenching tight enough to allow no gap, were pierced without mercy, and even the lingering spasms weren’t spared. With nowhere to run from the continued stimulation, Yuder trembled helplessly.

“Ah... nghk...!”

The overstimulation brought an instinctive flush to the corners of Yuder’s eyes. His once-pale cheeks turned red, and his tear-dampened eyes shimmered like moonlit jewels. His grip on Kishiar’s forearm faltered, unable to regulate his strength anymore—his fingers slid down with tense pressure, nails digging in. One of his gloves slipped off helplessly in the motion.

Kishiar now saw Yuder’s bare hand—something he rarely, if ever, glimpsed. The hidden skin exposed without him even realizing it, his expression lost in the throes of unending climax, sent a violent thrill through Kishiar.

Just looking at him made his mind feel like it could explode.

Before Yuder's trembling had fully subsided, Kishiar returned to steal another kiss, giving him barely a moment’s breath. He wound his tongue deep, brushing against the stiff one inside. As soon as his tongue prodded it, Yuder’s own began to twitch in reaction, letting out small, broken moans—ngh, mm... From that sound alone came a tremor, brushing across the thin skin of their joined lips and radiating a stimulus that made even the base of the spine throb. Even his breathing was sweet and obscene.

Kishiar abruptly pulled his fingers from inside.

The transparent fluid that had been filling Yuder spilled out in a rush, dripping down Kishiar’s thigh. A moment later—when Yuder’s body flinched, seemingly just registering the emptiness left by the withdrawal—Kishiar gripped beneath him and lifted his hips high. He brought out his already long-prepared arousal, spreading the slick fluid Yuder had spilled with a few gliding strokes. Then he pressed the tip against the parted entrance, which twitched at the contact.

Once he aligned their ends and released the tension in his supporting arm, the hole opened surprisingly smoothly, as if beckoning him in.

“Ugh... uh...”

As his body was lifted, Yuder instinctively knew what would follow. He wrapped his arms around Kishiar’s neck and bowed his head, letting out a moan at the sensation of being parted from within in an instant. The flushed, blunt head met some tightness going in, but after that, nothing resisted.

In the blink of an eye, Kishiar thrust past the tightest point, buried deep. His length knocked once against the inner wall, then pushed through it, plunging in to the very end.

“Ugh... hnn... haah...!”

As Yuder bit down on Kishiar’s neck, trembling from the sensation of taking him in all the way in a single breath, Kishiar felt like every part of him was being devoured, swallowed whole. It stole the air from his lungs.

That unmistakable sensation of connection.

Heat like plunging into boiling magma.

Even Yuder’s short, ragged breaths were felt as if they were his own—right there, the closest point between them—while all other sensations fell away, becoming things of a world too distant to grasp.

Pain he hadn’t even known existed vanished the moment he was sheathed inside Yuder. Every tangled, noisy thought that had crowded his mind evaporated like ink washed from a page.

Once, for a man who believed that thinking was the only proof of life, discovering that the absence of thought could feel this peaceful was a revelation that never failed to stun him.

It was like a great wave.

A massive wave crashing in, sweeping away all the grains of sand that made up his self, devouring ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ and erasing them with bliss.

And in the smooth, clean earth left behind after the tide receded, Kishiar would find himself marveling that he even had such a place within him.

How could he not love it?

That glorious wave. That predator who swallowed him whole.

A sharp crack sounded from the chair beneath them, as if it might shatter, but he didn’t have the presence of mind to care. The sensation of being pulled in even deeper than usual—because of their shared weight—drove Yuder to climax once more. Yet Kishiar didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, deeper and deeper.

It should have been too much—but Yuder gave him no signal to stop. On the contrary, he reached up with soft, eager hands, brushing the corners of Kishiar’s eyes, sweeping away the damp hair from his forehead.

It was a gesture of affection he’d experienced before, during rut. A small, pure expression of care—so out of place in a scene this debauched, and yet... the body remembered the happiness it brought, and trembled with joy.

“Wait—hah, ngh—ah.”

Yuder, groaning as he took Kishiar’s increasingly rough thrusts, wiped the moisture from his cheek and touched his lips. From beneath the sweat-drenched strands of hair, his darkened gaze whispered:

“Please... take this off too.”

“...Alright.”

What Yuder wanted wasn’t for him to use his hands to take it off.

Without hesitation, Kishiar parted his lips. As if he’d been waiting for it, Yuder leaned in and bit down on the end of the black glove, tugging it off easily. Bare skin was revealed. Now, both of Yuder’s hands were uncovered, unhidden.

Kishiar held the glove in his mouth and smiled with only the corners of his lips.

Yuder liked when he acted like this—like a tame beast. And it seemed he was pleased this time too, because he smiled back, mirroring him.

That smile—shown only to Kishiar—burned his mind blank all over again.

Their lips met again, without either needing to initiate. Kishiar stood up, holding Yuder’s violently trembling body in his arms.

“Ah...!”

The motion, while still joined, sent a shock straight through Yuder’s core, drawing a brief moan—but still, he didn’t ask him to stop. As Kishiar carried them toward the nearby bed, he ran his hand again and again over Yuder’s long, beautiful legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and pressed kisses to his raised shoulder blade.

Yuder’s trembling body seemed to cry out, I want you—as if another climax was already surging in. And Kishiar, answering that heat, poured every bit of his own into him.