Define The Relationship Novel - Chapter 11

Pleasure surged like a bursting dam. He was overwhelmed with arousal. For a moment, he couldn’t think of anything amidst the sensation of friction below and their tongues wildly intertwining. The surrounding sounds faded. Only the pounding of his heart, due to his breath being full to its limit, echoed in his ears.

Ha, hng, hng. His waist trembled. His legs felt like they would give out. He gripped Ash’s clothes so hard they crumpled. He managed to raise a hand and push Ash’s stomach.

But instead of being pushed away, Ash pressed his body even closer. His lewdly intertwined tongue continued to taste Karlyle. His tongue was gently sucked. His eyes widened. The stimulation was too intense.

“Stop…”

Barely catching his breath, Karlyle twisted his head. The moment his tongue was sucked, lights flashed before his eyes. His vision turned white, and his lower body felt heavy. He was undeniably aroused.

Haa, ha, haa, Ash calmly watched Karlyle, who was breathing heavily. His eyes felt hot. Karlyle looked at Ash with a bewildered expression.

Ash’s eyes, looking down, were half-curved. His pupils, with a subtle smile, were very dark, perhaps due to the lighting. His gaze went to Ash’s saliva-wet lips. He felt like he was going crazy. For some reason, he just felt that way.

“Karlyle.”

Unlike Karlyle, who was panting incredibly shamefully, Ash’s breathing didn’t even waver. With a gentle voice, the hand placed on his neck moved. Softly moving fingers delved into Karlyle’s ear canal. At the act of gently rubbing the inside of his ear with very light pressure, goosebumps ran down his spine. Ha, ahh, his eyes crinkled.

Karlyle closed his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut. Ash embraced him and whispered in his ear.

“This time, breathe properly.”

‘Because it’s not over yet.’

As soon as he finished speaking, his cheek was lightly pressed. Ash plunged back into his lips, which had parted without his will.

Ash’s words were contradictory. Ash didn’t give Karlyle a chance to breathe. As if everything Karlyle exhaled belonged to Ash, Ash swallowed every moan and breath that flowed from Karlyle without leaving anything behind.

The stimulation rising from their tightly pressed lower bodies, and the soft, light rubbing of his lower back and ear, made him feel like he was losing his mind. It was an act that seemed gentle and kind, yet gave no room for escape. He could clearly push him away if he exerted force, but Karlyle, experiencing a pleasure he had never felt from a kiss before, couldn’t decide how to act.

His eyes, filled with heat, ached and stung. His upper body kept leaning back from the heat that made his head throb. And Ash, very naturally, pulled Karlyle back to him.

He clearly thought someone would see them. For Karlyle, who rarely even held hands, kissing in an open space was something he wouldn’t have dared to imagine in his usual circumstances. It was because of his perception of it being a nuisance. According to etiquette that valued discretion, this was certainly a very unsightly display.

But such thoughts shattered every time their tongues intertwined and were sucked. His consciousness, trying to form and solidify, melted without a trace whenever Ash touched him. Sweetly mixed saliva was swallowed, and only after his waist throbbed to the point of unbearable pain did Ash finally release Karlyle.

Although he managed to take a few breaths, it was almost as if he had been holding his breath, so Karlyle gasped for air. When he came to his senses, his body was almost leaning back against the bar.

“Karlyle is more sensitive than I thought.”

His body was sensitive from the lingering, intense kiss that felt like harassment. His goose-bumped skin reacted sensitively to even the slightest touch. Ash’s fingers traced down Karlyle’s firm, furrowed back beneath his thin suit shirt. At the action of slightly curving his fingers and tracing his spine with just his fingertips, Karlyle winced and moaned.

Hmph, before he could even think of holding it in, a sound escaped. Karlyle belatedly closed his mouth. He tried to breathe without making a sound. His chest heaved greatly before gradually settling down. He had made a spectacle of himself.

“Outside, I’d prefer if you… didn’t engage in such acts.”

Unable to think of a reply to the word “sensitive,” Karlyle changed the subject to regain his composure. Ash raised an eyebrow, then smiled playfully. His smoothly curving lips, now unmistakably red and wet from kissing, looked like they had been painted.

Karlyle’s lips probably had a similar color. His lips, which even felt swollen, burned. He unconsciously lowered the hand that had been about to touch his lips, then clenched and unclenched his fist.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“No matter what, not ever?”

Karlyle exhaled shallowly and blinked.

“Please give me an example.”

“Hmm.”

Ash rubbed his jaw, then reached for Karlyle’s lips. Karlyle flinched at the sensation of Ash’s finger touching his lips, just like after their previous kiss.

“If you look at me so seductively like that…”

‘I’ll want to kiss you right away.’

The finger that had wiped his softly wet lips slowly moved to his cheek. The area where the finger had passed felt hot.

“But since Karlyle dislikes it, I’ll hold back.”

He felt something catch in his throat. It happened again. With a feeling as if his chest was blocked and his insides were tearing, Karlyle slightly winced.

Why? Why did he feel this way? Karlyle thought. There were times when an inexplicable emotion would rise whenever he heard something Ash said.

A meeting with a defined limit.

A relationship where they wouldn’t see each other again in two months.

Yet, his tone of voice, as if he would continue to do things for him. Ash, who had called him his lover earlier.

He was confused.

Whether he read Karlyle’s expression or not, Ash’s hand, which had been caressing his lips, reached for his forehead. Ash gently brushed back a few strands of Karlyle’s hair that had fallen slightly out of place. Every action of this man was like that. His tone, his smiling face, his considerate actions, his slight touches, everything… was simply gentle.

“Karlyle.”

“…Yes?”

“Then, shall we meet tomorrow?”

Karlyle was speechless for a moment. He felt as if something was about to continue, but Ash brought up the word “tomorrow.” He felt two distinctly different emotions simultaneously. It was a mixture of anticipation and disappointment.

“Of course, if Karlyle is available.”

“…You seem to have plans today.”

Though night was falling, it wasn’t that late. It was Saturday, and tomorrow was also a holiday.

“That’s not it, but…”

“Yes.”

“If I take you home like this, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back.”

At the words “I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back,” his ribs ached.

“Is that… a problem?”

This kind of treatment was strange. Karlyle Frost was an Alpha over six feet tall. It was always Karlyle who had to exercise self-control during sex. To avoid pushing the Omega he was with to their limit during rut, Karlyle always tried to maintain his rationality until the very end. But this man spoke of him as if he were someone to be considerate of.

“It’s Karlyle’s first time, after all.”

A fact he had momentarily forgotten came to mind. Ash probably thought that when they had relations, he would be the one to penetrate. In fact, Luther had recommended that approach. Although it didn’t lead to concrete imaginings, Karlyle had at least considered it.

“…I’m familiar with sex.”

“Really?”

Ash’s hand, which had been rubbing his lower back, slowly moved downwards. Karlyle flinched. The hand, which had naturally descended, touched his buttocks. Heat rushed somewhere. With gentle pressure, Ash squeezed his buttocks.

“Then…”

He squeezed his buttocks with a slight force, then Ash released his hand as if nothing had happened.

“Does that mean you’ve used this part too?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Ash chuckled softly. His eyes, which had been looking at him as if he were cute, curved gently. Soon, Ash’s lips touched and left Karlyle’s forehead. He separated their bodies, which had been pressed together, and straightened his posture.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Karlyle, who had been stiff, was silent for a moment. It seemed better to refuse. It wasn’t too late. Just like he had postponed today’s meeting, he could just…

“Understood.”

However, the words that actually came out were different from what his reason desired. Ash reached out and straightened Karlyle’s shirt collar.

“What time shall we meet?”

“It would be best to meet at a time convenient for Mr. Jones.”

Tomorrow was his usual Sunday tennis match. But Karlyle replied as if he had no plans.

“Alright.”

Ash nodded lightly.

“I’ll contact you when I get back.”

‘Then, go home safely.’ Ash smiled gently and turned away without lingering.

Left alone, Karlyle finally squeezed his eyes shut.

Damn it.