Define The Relationship Novel - Chapter 14

“Should I tell Karlyle that it would be better to introduce him to someone else?”

Ash was now leaning halfway against the bedroom doorframe, looking at him. As if he would leave at any moment. His words, settling the situation, felt like a sentence.

Inside, everything turned pitch black. It was a complex emotion, utterly indescribable by a single word or sentence. It was the end.

He knew. He had only met him four times. Or was it five? It didn’t matter. The events that had transpired in the distant past, and recently over the past two weeks, had inexplicably confused him, but they would be tidied up without a trace.

‘Understood.’

With that one answer, Karlyle could return to how he was before.

Then he felt as if he was emptying out. Empty and hollow, as if all his insides had vanished. He couldn’t tell if the phrase “how he was before” was truly positive. His eyes narrowed. Karlyle’s lips slowly parted.

“…”

Silence flowed. Ash quietly watched Karlyle, then turned as if to leave immediately. His back was visible. And the creases in the shirt Karlyle had crumpled. The moment he saw that, words finally escaped him.

“I… ”

His throat felt dry. The inside of his ribcage ached.

“It seems I’m just… not used to it.”

Ash didn’t turn around immediately. The moment, which lasted only a few seconds, felt incredibly long. He had never been told he was a pleasant person, but Karlyle knew the limits.

Ash had been associating with him because of Nick’s request. If someone he met through a request kept acting like Karlyle, when Ash didn’t even remember him… it wouldn’t be fun.

Ash had spoken of fun. Karlyle was not an inherently cheerful person. He wasn’t Nicholas White, who possessed both slyness and amiability.

Compared to him, Karlyle was so different. He didn’t know how to associate with someone like this. He had never kept an Alpha close. Even those who could be called friends held no meaning. So, it was unlikely Ash would be excited by him acting this way.

A kiss that had shaken Karlyle to his core probably wouldn’t even remain in Ash’s memory.

“Karlyle…”

The bones around his heart ached. It stung and pained him as if cracking. He was tormented. For reasons he couldn’t possibly understand.

“You don’t have to force yourself.”

With a low sigh, Ash turned around. The pheromones, which had flickered as if to leave, lingered in the room. Karlyle, with a strange sense of relief, replied to Ash’s words.

“No.”

“I’ll ask one more time. Do you really… want to do this with me?”

At the doubting voice, Karlyle recalled his earlier self. The foreign fingers probing him, the rejection that stemmed from it. Karlyle swallowed it down behind his molars.

“…Yes.”

Ash slowly walked over. His eyes, looking down slightly at Karlyle, had returned to their former gentleness. In that short span of time, Karlyle had come to define that gaze as “as before.” He was being stained by Ash with unbelievable speed.

“Alright.”

Ash slowly smiled. All this emotional friction seemed like just another happening to him, a nonchalant conclusion. Should he feel relieved?

“Then, do you want to continue?”

Karlyle nodded. Ash watched him for a moment, then quietly sat Karlyle on the bed. Then he turned and picked up the whiskey bottle he had placed on the sofa.

The sound of the cap opening. A glass was offered. Karlyle silently took it. Amber liquid sloshed and filled the glass in his hand. Ash then poured whiskey into his own glass, sat beside Karlyle, and said softly,

“We should have had a drink first.”

Ash clinked his glass against Karlyle’s.

“I was bad, Karlyle.”

Watching the man apologize for something that wasn’t his fault, Karlyle felt distant. It felt as if a noose was tightening around his ankle. Like when he was a child, caught in a trap set in the forest to catch an animal.

He couldn’t escape.

The undiluted alcohol quickly mixed into his bloodstream. As his throat repeatedly stung with a cool sensation, Ash talked about various things.

They were mostly questions. Like the day they met at the cinema, Ash tried to get to know Karlyle. What meaning did that hold?

Yet, Karlyle gradually returned answers to Ash. Small things like what he did for a living, when he started, what kind of weather he liked, what he drank. Some he could answer, others he had to ponder for a long time.

“Is there no mixed blood in Karlyle’s family?”

Ash suddenly asked, as if remembering. Karlyle, taking the glass from his lips, slowly looked at Ash. His body, infused with alcohol, felt hot. He felt both tense and relaxed at the same time. It was contradictory.

“Not that I know of.”

“Really?”

Ash, lying sideways and looking at Karlyle, smiled sweetly. Then he reached out and touched Karlyle’s eye area.

“Your eyes are so beautiful, I thought you might have some Northern blood.”

“…Northern, you mean Northern Europe?”

“Yes.”

Then Ash spoke again.

“Of course, I don’t mean only your eyes are beautiful. Though Karlyle himself would know better.”

“The word ‘beautiful’… do you use it for just anyone?”

“No. Only for beautiful people.”

“I don’t think that expression suits me.”

It felt awkward, like wearing ill-fitting clothes. Ash chuckled and pulled Karlyle’s waist closer to him. Ash whispered to Karlyle, who was now lying face to face with him.

“Then do you prefer ‘gorgeous’?”

“Not that either.”

“Handsome, lovely, cute?”

Karlyle usually responded to such flirtations with indifference. He would leave without even a glance or treat the person as if they weren’t there. The problem was, he couldn’t do that with Ash. He didn’t feel like it. So Karlyle decided to change the subject.

“…What about you, Mr. Jones?”

“Me?”

Come to think of it, it was the first time he had asked. Karlyle suddenly realized that. All he knew about Ash was his profession, age, and relationship with Nicholas White.

“Yes.”

“Were you curious, Karlyle?”

Karlyle chose silence. That direction was better than giving room for misunderstanding. Though it seemed it might already be too late.

“I’m a bit mixed. My father is half-Swedish, and my mother is from Marseille.”

Is that why he’s so good at conversation? Karlyle quietly thought of Marseille, France.

“I like that you asked, Karlyle.”

The hand that had been idly stroking Karlyle’s firm abdomen slowly pushed him down. Ash naturally climbed on top of Karlyle. His alcohol-infused body felt languid. And yet, hot. Ash gently took Karlyle’s glass.

Ash placed his and Karlyle’s glasses by the bed, met his eyes, and smiled. Every time Ash moved, a subtle scent wafted. Even though it was an Alpha’s scent, it wasn’t unpleasant. It must have been that way from the beginning.

“Ask me more, Karlyle.”

Ash’s eyes, curving in a seductive line, twinkled. Ash leaned back, placing his hand on Karlyle’s thigh. Ash slowly spread Karlyle’s thighs apart.

His loosely gathered pants slowly slid down. Rustle, rustle, they went, revealing bare skin. Karlyle averted his gaze slightly.

“So you get more used to me, and don’t feel any repulsion.”

Finally, his pants were completely off. Ash, who had skillfully removed the pants caught at his ankles, slowly spread his thighs. His heart rate began to quicken.

If I get more used to this, what will happen then?

That thought briefly crossed his mind. Ash settled between his parted thighs.

“Come on, Karlyle.”

“Mr. Jones’s ideal type is…”

Then, a question popped out without him realizing it. Ash moved in that instant. Ash leaned down and naturally kissed Karlyle’s thigh.

A feather-light tickle was imprinted in dots on the inside of his thigh. A soft, soundless kiss branded the inside of his thigh. This, too, was a place he had never been caressed.

“What, kind, of, person… khh, huff…!”

Before he could even think the question was foolish, Karlyle’s eyes widened, and his hips bucked. Ash had, in the blink of an eye, taken Karlyle’s member fully into his mouth.

Ash skillfully took the burdensome, hard-to-swallow penis deep into his mouth. With a forceful smack, his abdomen tightened. Ash, eyes lowered, began to roll his tongue.

Ash sucked Karlyle’s rapidly hardening cock like a candy. His tongue licked the shaft, which was beginning to be drenched in saliva. Karlyle’s hand instinctively reached down. When he gripped Ash’s hair, Ash let out a low chuckle.

Ash was so skillful it was dizzying. He swallowed more than half of Karlyle’s cock, thrusting it down his own throat. The sight of him sucking it into his wet mouth, as if to swallow it whole, was excessively lewd. Ash’s soft eyebrows, long, lowered eyelashes, and hair disheveled by Karlyle’s hand.

Karlyle bit his lip at the sensation of soft hair in his hand. His lower abdomen hardened into a knot. Instinctively, he thrust his hips and gripped Ash’s hair tightly.

Without making a sound of pain, Ash pushed his cock deeper into his mouth. The sensation of his throat encompassing his penis made Karlyle gasp. It felt terribly good. To the point of self-loathing.

To feel good while having my penis sucked by an Alpha…

But the climax didn’t come easily. Ash’s fellatio, moving his head back and forth skillfully, was perfect, but fellatio itself was a familiar sensation to him. The excitement gradually increased, but it felt very strange, as if the climax would never come.

Just then, Ash’s hand touched Karlyle’s lips. Karlyle bit the finger that slowly probed inside, rubbing his lips. At the same time, Ash pulled away. Rubbing his wet cock with his other hand, Ash spread Karlyle’s thighs with his own legs.

“Were you curious about my ideal type, Karlyle?”

A finger pressed firmly on his tongue. Saliva pooled. The finger stirred the saliva, which seemed about to spill. Ah, a sound escaped. His mouth opened. His head felt numb.

“If you swallow well, I’ll tell you.”

Ash said something incomprehensible. Karlyle understood his words a few seconds later. The finger, wet with Karlyle’s saliva, moved down and touched his rear, as before.

The wet finger dabbed saliva onto the tight opening. Ash prevented his thighs from closing with a kiss.

A tongue filled the space where the finger had been. The tension is released as if by magic. Mmm, ugh, sounds mingled with the squelching of tongues. As Ash pressed down on his tongue, tickled it, and licked his teeth, the finger gradually moved.

The long finger slowly probed the tight opening, which had seemed as if it would never open. The pain was slight. Only a very strong foreign sensation was felt. The alcohol also played a part. His body, which instinctively flinched and tried to push Ash away, hesitated at the dizzyingly intertwined tongues.

The kiss melted Karlyle. He felt as if his whole body was submerged in sticky honey. Groans he thought he had to swallow kept escaping somewhere.

Ha, huff, haa…

The finger probed deeper inside. His inner wall tensed as if to push out the unfamiliar intruder. The finger gently explored the tight, soft flesh. As if searching for something, Ash kept prodding his inner wall.

The feeling was, very, unpleasant…

Sweat beaded on his back from the sensation of his soft, pliable insides being pressed firmly. Drops of sweat ran down his spine. His stomach churned.

And then, soon, a very strange sensation came over him.

“Ah…!”

Karlyle tensed his buttocks and widened his eyes. Pulling his lips away from the kiss he had been immersed in, Karlyle looked down with incomprehensible eyes. Ash quietly smiled.

As if very pleased.

“Found it.”

What did he find?

“Ah, haa, khh…!”

He couldn’t ask. Ash kept pressing a certain spot that seemed to lead to his lower abdomen. Each time, his feet tensed.

His toes curled. Karlyle twisted his body. He felt as if he was being chased by something. His vision flickered white and black repeatedly.

“Ha, ugh, uh, mm…!”

Unbelievable sounds escaped his lips. Ash bit his lip to prevent him from biting his own in embarrassment. His lower lip was gently chewed. Karlyle gasped, trying to avoid the stimulation on his sensitive body. It was a sensation he had never heard of or experienced.

“St-stop, Ash, st-ugh, uh… mm, khh, uh…!”

His legs ungracefully kicked the sheets. His toes curled and uncurled repeatedly, wildly thrashing the sheets. He felt like he was going crazy. It felt as if it wasn’t his own body.

“Strange, this, strange, ugh.”

“It’s not strange, Karlyle.”

Ash whispered gently. He just said it as if it were perfectly natural.

“When this happens, you say it feels good.”

No, it wasn’t. It was too violent for that. It was a sensation that churned and melted his brain. Not too much, not too little, Ash pressed somewhere in his rear with just the right intensity. The hand moving his penis, and the hand probing his rear, gradually picked up speed.

“Ash, Ash…”

With a trembling voice, Karlyle finally gripped Ash tightly. His grip was rough, as if he would crush Ash’s shoulder blades. Ash merely smiled.

“Shh, it’s okay.”

What was okay, he couldn’t possibly…

At that thought, Karlyle experienced something unbelievable.

“Ah…! Haa…!”

His eyelashes fluttered. His waist tensed, and his upper body arched. His thighs stiffened.

Soon, semen began to trickle from the cock held in Ash’s hand.

His vision turned white. His ears rang. With a jolt that pierced the crown of his head, an immense pleasure surged from behind.

The ejaculated semen splattered onto Ash’s hand and Karlyle’s stomach. Because it had been held back for a long time, the semen gushed out in thick waves. The milky fluid clung to Ash’s hand.

Ash slowly withdrew his hand. With a pop, his fingers exited his inner wall. His twitching inner wall unconsciously tightened and loosened around the departing fingers. Karlyle tilted his chin up, his face contorted. Because his lips had been bitten, the saliva that had flowed in between them now slightly wet his chin.

“You swallowed well, Karlyle.”

Ash, lowering his gaze for a moment, lifted his semen-stained hand. Feeling the disappearing sounds gradually return, Karlyle stared blankly at it.

Slowly, heat rose up his neck. Everything that had been blocked off now overwhelmed Karlyle. Ash met his eyes. With a sweet face, as innocent as a puppy.

“As a reward, I’ll tell you my ideal type.”

With that face, he licked the semen from Karlyle’s hand. His gaze was captivated by the vulgar act of Ash extending his tongue and licking the semen. It was lewd, utterly lewd.

“I like lewd people, Karlyle.”

Just like Karlyle, right now.

Karlyle remained silent. He couldn’t open his mouth out of shame. Perhaps he was also overwhelmed by Ash’s words that followed and the terribly lewd sight before him. In any case, one thing was certain.

None other than Karlyle Frost… had climaxed while being probed from behind.