Define The Relationship Novel - Chapter 20

Is that why he couldn’t find his composure?

Is that why he kept finding meaning in all of Ash’s actions?

He couldn’t possibly be unaware of his own swaying, unbalanced self. Karlyle knew. This wasn’t Karlyle Frost. In over thirty years of life, he had never been like this. It was the only first.

And Karlyle couldn’t imagine himself doing this again with anyone other than Ash.

“…I suppose so.”

Karlyle only wanted this man in front of him.

“I’m honored.”

Seeing Ash’s joyful smile, Karlyle released the arm that had been hugging Ash’s back. His hand, which had fallen limply, soon clenched into a fist. His fingers painfully curled beneath his prominent knuckles. His head throbbed with the sudden realization.

The person who had said he hoped no unnecessary emotions would arise in their relationship was none other than Karlyle Frost himself. Yet, despite that, Karlyle was now… thinking that he desired Ash Jones.

The cruel realization that brought this thought stabbed Karlyle painfully. His expression unconsciously faltered slightly. Following his unstable, trembling heart, his usually straight eyebrows curved inversely, and his lips tightened. Ash easily noticed it.

“Karlyle?”

“…I think it’s best to wash up now.”

It was unusually painful today to put on the expression he had worn his entire life, so Karlyle tried to escape the situation. But Ash stopped him. He gently pressed down on the man who was trying to get up from beneath him and spoke.

“Look at me, Karlyle.”

“…”

His heart, foolishly, couldn’t harden when a voice filled with concern held him. Karlyle turned his eyes, which he had momentarily averted, to look at Ash. Beneath his disheveled hair, two eyes, which he hadn’t seen outside, were looking only at Karlyle.

Once recognized, emotions now surged without giving him a chance to suppress them. Possessiveness welled up. He wanted to trap that gaze and make it continue to look at him.

“You don’t look good. Does it hurt a lot?”

“It doesn’t.”

“Or was it not good?”

He was momentarily speechless at that question. For Karlyle, who was accustomed to proving things with results, evaluating the act immediately after sex was very unfamiliar. Omegas always said it was good, but Karlyle didn’t attach meaning to their evaluations. He had diligently followed instructions, often applied them, and knew that it would satisfy his partner. That was all.

But it was obvious how his silence here would be interpreted. This kind of silence was not positive. And Karlyle didn’t want to upset Ash.

Even before he could clearly define what he felt for Ash Jones, one thing was certain: he wanted to please the man. He liked it when the man smiled because of him. He thought so throughout this ridiculous charade.

“…It was good.”

Besides, it was true that it was good. It was an answer that would make his grandfather furious if he knew. The situation itself was like that. From being an Alpha disgracefully embraced by another Alpha, to having problems during his rut because he couldn’t manage himself properly, and furthermore, feeling an absurd pleasure from this act—every single one of these elements was humiliating and insulting.

But at the same time, he couldn’t deny the situation just for the sake of his pride. Karlyle wasn’t a frank person, but he wasn’t someone who would worsen a situation just to protect his pride either.

Then Ash smiled brightly. His lovingly curved lips touched Karlyle’s forehead.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

His voice wasn’t particularly anxious. Karlyle knew that Ash wasn’t someone who would be swayed by a single word from him. From the mind-blowing kisses to the sex that ultimately poured pleasure rather than pain, all of it was skill that couldn’t be achieved with ordinary experience.

Then, it suddenly occurred to him how many people must have passed through Ash’s life before meeting Karlyle. Discomfort arose. It was a similar feeling to when he had seen the reception staff staring at Ash in the hotel lobby.

“I liked it too.”

Ash’s other hand, which wasn’t touching his hair, moved downwards. The swollen, plump hole was slightly agape, not fully closed due to the excessively large penis that had been inserted. When his fingers touched the membrane, a stinging sensation arose.

He flinched, and his thighs slightly closed. Ash’s fingers rubbed the hole where semen had flowed out white, then delved inside. The discomfort that had been subtly rising from Ash’s actions dissipated. Instead, excitement quickly took its place.

“Karlyle’s hole was so tight, I thought I wouldn’t be able to get in.”

The fingers that had gently entered burrowed into the heated inner walls. His rear twitched, clenching around the fingers. Ash chuckled languidly.

“Once I got in, it wouldn’t let go and kept clenching, I thought I was going crazy.”

“You’re… exaggerating.”

Contrary to his words of exaggeration, his body grew hot. His inner walls repeatedly clenched and released Ash’s fingers at the lewd words spoken in a gentle and loving voice. His cock, which had lost strength and gone limp, gradually hardened. Perhaps he had gotten used to it, but his inner walls reacted to being filled.

“You don’t like dirty talk? I’ll adjust for Karlyle.”

Ash asked in a playful voice. Ash’s middle finger, which had penetrated to the root, began to gently scratch inside. Karlyle twisted his hips and bit his lip. His eyes were half-closed in a strange way. Haa, a heated breath escaped.

“What are you, h-huk, adjusting, g-going to, ah…?”

“Whether you prefer gentle or forceful. Or do you like roleplay? What about toys?”

The voice asking about his preferences was very calm. Karlyle didn’t understand any of it and instead focused all his senses on Ash’s fingers. His thighs repeatedly closed and opened. His toes twitched. The slightly curved fingers gently scratched his inner walls.

“Ash, then, h-h, again, I feel, ah…!”

“But I can’t help it. If I leave the cum inside, it’ll be difficult later, Karlyle.”

Cum, he said. Karlyle’s hips trembled at the vulgar word he barely understood. Ash’s fingers, rather than just scraping out semen, probed inside in a lewd way.

The fingers, which had been vaguely lingering around the sensitive spot, then accidentally rubbed against that blunt area. His toes stretched out forcefully.

“Ah, k-k, uh, ungh…”

Moans kept escaping. It was incredibly difficult to hold back sounds when that spot was stimulated. The difficulty was different from holding back pain. Ash’s smiling eyes also sobered again.

With a troubled expression, Ash pulled his fingers out. He felt something lukewarm being swept away, and then emptiness enveloped him. He unconsciously clenched his rear.

“If you keep acting so lewd, I can’t hold back.”

Karlyle gasped, barely opening his eyes. When he looked at Ash with strangely curved eyes, Ash, with a somewhat rough sigh, put his hand behind Karlyle’s back and lifted him up.

“If we do any more here, you’ll get hurt, so no.”

Hadn’t they been at it for roughly two hours already? Karlyle thought so. But it was Karlyle himself who wanted to stop. When he looked at Ash, unsure what to do, Ash simply picked Karlyle up.

Karlyle flinched at the unbelievable situation and looked down. Now, that is… Ash had picked him up and stood up.

“Let’s go wash up.”

“Ash. Put me down.”

“I wonder.”

Ash smiled playfully. Then he pointed to his cheek. His eyes curved mischievously.

“Kiss me here, and I’ll put you down.”

Karlyle closed his mouth. There was no way he could do such an unseemly thing. While he was caught between options, Ash, unbelievably, carried Karlyle into the bathroom. Even though it was a very short distance, his heart pounded wildly with embarrassment.

Karlyle was a man of 6 feet 1 inch. There was no way such a man would ever be carried by another. In terms of weight, he hovered around 176 pounds, and lifting such a weight himself was not difficult for Karlyle, but this, this…

“Just in case, step carefully.”

Before Karlyle’s confusion reached its peak, Ash put him down. Karlyle immediately pulled away from Ash without hesitation. However, as soon as his feet touched the floor, Karlyle paused at an unfamiliar sensation.

His back ached terribly. His rear was sore, and a numb, tingling sensation spread below his waist. As if he had expected it, Ash supported Karlyle’s waist with his arm and hugged him from behind.

“I’ll wash you.”

Ash said in a matter-of-fact voice, kissing the back of his neck. Shame washed over him, but he didn’t dislike Ash’s gentle actions. He liked it.

“You don’t have to.”

“Are you sure?”

Unlike before, when he had retreated without hesitation, this time Ash asked again. Perhaps it was due to the intimacy after their lovemaking, but pushing him away further felt somewhat awkward. Karlyle gave his permission with silence. Ash rubbed his lips against his neck once more. Then he entered the shower booth with Karlyle.

The spacious bathroom, finished with black marble, had an elegant structure accented with coated wood. Closing the shower booth door, which was large enough for three adults, Ash turned on the water.

Water at a pleasant temperature slowly wet the crown of his head and dripped down. His dark gray hair gradually clung to him. Ash’s fingers reached from behind and brushed his hair back. He felt the firm chest muscles pressed tightly against his back. The hot body heat and the sensation of slippery wet skin too. Ash squeezed shower gel from the shelf next to the showerhead.

Foamy palms slowly rubbed his skin. The hand that came down from his neck lingered around his chest, subtly pressing his areola. Karlyle tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes. A short gasp, “K-k,” echoed unusually loudly in the bathroom.

The hand that had been teasing his chest moved down to his stomach, where his abs were clearly defined. Foam rose and was washed away by the water, and the palm that had rubbed his flat lower abdomen now touched his groin. Ash gently gripped his cock, which had become erect.

“Ash.”

“Hmm?”

“There, k-k, h-h, you don’t have to…”

“You have to wash everything, Karlyle.”

Karlyle flinched and pulled away. He gasped roughly and looked at Ash. Ash’s expression was no different. It was the same face as when he had been scraping inside. Then something ignited within him.

Ash’s wet face gave a different feeling than when it was wet on the bed. There was something youthful about it. Yet, it was also sensual.

His gaze was drawn to the water droplets falling along his straight forehead, his well-defined nose, and his sharp jawline. Ash pressed closer. Karlyle’s hand was pulled down. He felt two cocks filling his palm. His own and Ash’s.

Ash’s hand overlapped Karlyle’s. The touching penises were impossible to hold in one hand, so they just rested their palms on them. Karlyle was gradually pushed back. His back touched the cold marble wall. Ash let out a long, hot breath and bit Karlyle’s lips. Taking the bite as a signal, Karlyle moved his hand.

The hot penises rubbing against his palm had different shapes. Karlyle’s straight one and Ash’s slightly curved cock rubbed together wildly. The glans, which had begun to secrete pre-cum, felt strange. It was transparent like water, but unlike water, it was a viscous, slippery fluid that flowed down the shaft.

Perhaps it was because he had been excited for a while, but he felt like he would ejaculate soon. H-h, h-huk, h-h, Karlyle made sounds and put strength into his slippery legs. His back tingled.

Tongues tasting of water mixed wildly. Water droplets from his hair kept seeping between their lips. The kiss was as wet as the movements of their lower bodies. Their tongues intertwined frantically. Groans of “Ungh, ugh,” flowed incessantly from his throat. He shook his cock until his arm ached.

Because he had rarely even masturbated since childhood, all these actions felt vulgar. That ignited his excitement. At the same time, an overwhelming feeling welled up.

The person touching him felt only lovely and tender. Karlyle frowned at the maddening sensation. Ash sucked his tongue. Karlyle arched his back and let out a sharp gasp.

His lower body felt like it was stiffening. Karlyle twitched and gripped their cocks somewhat tightly. Ash pulled away from his lips and bit Karlyle’s neck. He felt a sharp bite, and his neck tingled. It felt like he was being strongly sucked, and his skin went numb.

He couldn’t endure it any longer. With an unbearable pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut. His lips trembled and parted. His penis throbbed, and then semen erupted. The cloudy white fluid flowed down Karlyle’s hand.

Soon it was washed away by the water and fell to the floor. Ash’s semen fell on top of it. Karlyle stared blankly at the two fluids mixing and clumping white.

It was the ultimate climax, one he had never tasted before.

“What do you want to eat?”

The question was directed at Karlyle, who came out of the bathroom later than Ash, wearing a robe. Ash had pulled back the bedsheets and gathered them at the end. He was neatly dressed. The acts that had taken place inside were so sensual that Karlyle somehow couldn’t look Ash directly in the face.

No, in fact, everything that had happened in the past few hours was stimulating. To be embarrassed to face his partner after sex.

It felt like going back to the first day he slept with an Omega. Even then, Karlyle had acted faithfully to what he had learned. Even after reaching a tense climax, he got up and finished cleaning up. There was no moment during that process when he blushed or showed embarrassment.

At Ash’s words, Karlyle realized he was hungry. It was natural for calories to be consumed after such physical exertion. Was he suggesting they have dinner? The thought made him feel a little excited.

“If Mr. Jones has something he’d like…”

Ash chuckled at the honorific “Mr. Jones.”

“Is it ‘Mr. Jones’ again?”

“…Ash.”

“Either is fine. Both sound good.”

As Ash said, Karlyle, without even realizing it, called Ash by his name when such situations arose. Even Aiden, whom he had known for a long time, was more often called Heywood, so Ash was the only one whose name he started calling in such a short time.

Everything that happened between Karlyle and Ash in the past 21 days was a first for Karlyle, without exception. So much so that attaching the modifier “first” felt meaningless.

“If there’s something you’d like to eat, I’ll call the chef.”

“No need. I’ll make it for you.”

With those words, Ash stood in front of Karlyle. Ash looked down at his slightly damp collarbone, then raised a hand and closed his robe.

“Instead, want to put on different clothes?”