Define The Relationship Novel - Chapter 27

Their tongues intimately entwined. The saliva that had pooled and flowed was the sweetest he had ever tasted in his life. It was a strange thing.

Meanwhile, Ash stroked Karlyle’s side and gripped his waist. A sharp pleasure spread as his lean, well-defined waist was tightly gripped and released. Ash’s hands, cooler than Karlyle’s boiling body, felt good. A low groan began to escape.

Karlyle sucked hard on the base of Ash’s tongue and lifted his upper body. Hard bones collided. He unconsciously thrust his hips upward, rubbing his lower body. It was a lewd movement, unlike anything ever seen from Karlyle.

His breath grew increasingly ragged. His head felt like it would burst from the lack of air, yet he didn’t want to break the kiss. Tilting his chin, he pushed his tongue deeper, deeper. Ash was the first to break the thick, suffocating kiss. His shoulders were forcefully pushed, and their lips parted. Karlyle made an animalistic sound, his lower lip sticky as he bit Ash’s.

“Do you have… lube?”

Ash cruelly pulled his lips away and sat up. Settling between Karlyle’s legs, Ash took off his top. The movement of lifting his arms and stripping off his clothes in one swift motion was lewd. It took Karlyle a few seconds to understand Ash’s words. A sense of urgency arose from having what was given to him taken away. He wanted to touch Ash again, quickly.

“If you don’t have it, we can’t do it. Have someone bring it, Karlyle. If we do it today, you’ll definitely tear.”

Ash was smiling but firm. Karlyle shook his head at the mention of not being able to. He didn’t want that. Breathing heavily, Karlyle reached his arms up. He had prepared something after the first day Ash had penetrated him, the day they had entwined on this bed. He remembered Ash’s words about moistening the opening with his tongue. But contrary to his desire, his hand slipped, unable to open the bedside table drawer.

“Here, inside…”

Ash stared at the bedside table as if surprised. Karlyle panted, tilting his chin up. His downcast eyes were feverish. He had to get what was inside out quickly. Only then could they do it. His paralyzed rationality functioned intermittently.

Thinking that far, Karlyle twisted his upper body and reached out his arm. As he finally managed to grip the drawer, Ash’s hand overlapped his. The drawer opened.

“…You prepared this?”

Ash’s voice was very low and husky. Karlyle tried to turn his body to look at Ash again, but another hand reached out and pressed down on the back of his neck. Karlyle, half-prone, blinked. He watched Ash’s hand take the lubricant from the drawer. Their overlapping hands were visible.

“This is driving me crazy.”

Ash whispered softly. Ash tossed the translucent blue lubricant bottle onto the bed and then took a condom from the drawer.

“You want to be fucked by me.”

The sound of the condom wrapper tearing, the sound of a zipper coming down, came from below. He couldn’t verify it. It was hard to move, pressed down by the hand on his back.

“You prepared it yourself?”

Without fully realizing it, his half-turned body completely turned prone. His legs spread wide. Something cold trickled down between his buttocks. He shivered and arched his back, narrowing his thighs.

Ash positioned himself between Karlyle’s closing legs. His thighs were spread wide. The cold sensation kept brushing against his gluteal cleft. Some of it began to melt in the narrow gap, and some flowed down his thighs. Some even dripped into the cleft and onto the bedsheet. The lube quickly melted in his higher-than-usual body temperature, becoming sticky and warm.

“Tell me, Karlyle.”

Ash lifted his index finger and parted his clinging buttocks. As his finger brushed against the wrinkled opening, his thighs tensed. Heat rushed to his face. Burying half his face in the sheet, Karlyle arched his back intensely.

His body was in turmoil. Since his rut had arrived, he should naturally seek an Omega and thrust his cock in, but the only stimulation he felt was in his rear.

“Ha, haa, ugh…”

His hips swayed back and forth erratically, arching and straightening. His thin ankles and feet, beneath his firm legs, pushed against the sheets. Ash firmly held his lower body, which tried to move as if thrusting something, even though there was nothing in front of his cock.

“You don’t move like that when you’re with me, Karlyle.”

A chiding voice was heard. Fingers massaged the sticky opening and then plunged in. Karlyle opened his mouth soundlessly. As his lips parted, Ash’s fingers parted Karlyle’s inner wall, which was clenching painfully. The opening swallowed the deeply inserted fingers all the way to the root.

“Tell me, quickly.”

“Ah, haak, ha, uh, h-h-h!”

His fingers pressed firmly on a blunt, thick area inside his inner wall. His body reacted to the pleasure rapidly spreading from his prostate. His hips, which had been thrusting, paused. It was a completely different sensation from the pleasure obtained through cocking.

“Hm? You wanted to be fucked in the ass?”

“Ha, h-h-h, there, ugh, ugh, uh-huh…”

His legs tingled from the pleasure strongly spreading from inside to his entire body. Each time his fingers pressed, his whole body twitched, and the opening involuntarily clenched. His unhandled penis was already leaking pre-cum. His fingers increased in number. His inner wall, which felt firm and solid unlike an Omega’s, gradually loosened by Ash. It let down its guard and slowly melted.

“If you don’t tell me, I won’t do it, Karlyle.”

His heart ached as Ash once again said he wouldn’t do it. The faint rationality he possessed felt shame, but more than that, he had to do what Ash wanted.

“You, like this, haak, made, uh, uh-huh, ah, ah…!”

Fragmented words mixed with groans to form a sentence, then stopped. Ash abruptly pulled his fingers out. His inner wall clung to the retreating fingers, desperate.

Something other than fingers touched his gaping opening. Cold lube poured out between the joining parts. Ash poured the lube as if he would squeeze out all of it. At that strange sensation, Karlyle pulled hard on the sheet. The bedsheet was crumpled messily.

“Is it okay if I’m rough?”

Without knowing what was being asked, Karlyle nodded. Quickly, quickly, he wanted something to happen. He was desperate. His head felt strange, and he even felt an itching sensation inside. It was probably because Ash had pressed the area that drove him crazy.

“That’s good.”

With those words, Ash plunged in. A blunt, thick glans forcefully pushed into his closed opening. Pain, like piercing raw flesh, came first. It hurt even though his insides were lubricated.

Karlyle crawled forward, feeling as if his body was splitting in half. Ash abruptly pulled Karlyle back, who was unconsciously trying to escape. His waist was gripped by both hands, and his body was pulled backward. His lube-soaked buttocks and Ash’s crotch collided.

Thwack, a loud sound echoed.

The penis immediately plunged into the narrow interior. The cock parted the sticky, hot inner wall. Karlyle’s waist collapsed. With only his buttocks raised, Karlyle rubbed his face against the sheet. The pain was fleeting. The membrane, stretched to its limit, slowly began to feel a tingling pleasure.

“Ah, ha, haak… h-h-h… ugh.”

His breath hitched. The sound of air escaping his parted lips leaked out. Unmanaged saliva flowed down his lips. Ash moved without giving him time to compose his undignified appearance.

“Wait, a moment, haa, ugh, Ash, uh, too, big, ah, haak.”

Even though it was his second time receiving Ash’s, he still didn’t know how to breathe. Ash pressed down on his rapidly inflating and deflating chest from behind and embraced him.

Ash’s fingers touched his nipples. Ash twisted his erect nipples. Pleasure spread with a sharp tingle, and a signal came from below. His cock stiffened, and his opening involuntarily clenched.

“Shh, good boy.”

“Ugh, h-h-h, Ash, ha, ugh.”

Each time his nipples were twisted and pinched, his upper body twisted. His body, pinned beneath Ash, twitched helplessly. He seemed desperate. While his chest was being stimulated, Ash slowly began to move. He firmly pressed his pubic bone against him and then rotated his hips.

The sensations were too vivid. The cock churned inside his squishy, wet interior. The round, hard shaft rubbed against his inner wall, and the firm column massaged his insides in all directions. A shiver of pleasure scraped down his spine.

His toes curled tightly. His eyes widened. Karlyle shook his head and let out an animalistic sob. He barely held back tears, but he couldn’t stop the sounds from escaping.

“H-h-h, uh-huh, ah, ugh, ugh, stop, please, h-h-h!”

Ash knew Karlyle’s body better than he did. The cock, easily finding his prostate again, slowly pressed near it. He needed greater stimulation.

The pleasure, lingering only around his lower abdomen, made him feel like he was going crazy. Karlyle writhed and pleaded. He wished Ash would be rougher. Rougher, so he couldn’t think of anything else…

“Just, harder, ah, ugh!”

The lewd hip-swaying movement abruptly stopped. Ash’s chest muscles, now heated to a similar temperature as Karlyle’s, pressed tightly against his back. His sweat-soaked back felt slippery. Even the slapping friction of skin against skin felt so good it was maddening.

“Seriously…”

A deep, husky voice whispered in his ear. Ash’s pheromones slowly permeated beneath his skin, flooding him. The faintly swirling pheromones soon engulfed Karlyle like a tidal wave. His body trembled.

“You’re driving me crazy.”

With those words, Ash changed his movements. The cock, which had suddenly withdrawn, leaving only its tip, plunged back in with a thwack. His mouth fell open. Thwack, thwack, the sounds gradually intensified. The speed increased. His entire body shook wildly back and forth.

His body kept moving further up the bed. Karlyle tried to brace himself against the thrusting by tensing his thighs, but Ash showed no mercy. His inner wall burned hot. Amidst the burning sensation, pleasure, which he hadn’t experienced during his rut until now, surged and spread.

It felt good, so good. It felt almost too good. Each time his rear was pounded, a maddening pleasure spread. The massive penis, just by plunging in and out, strongly pressed his prostate. The slightly curved cock pressing into his lower abdomen itself became pleasure.

“Haak, ah, ugh, uh-huh, too, deep, Ash, deep… h-h-h!”

Ash thrust roughly, as if intending to shove his testicles in. Ash pulled Karlyle, who was gripping the sheets with both hands. Both of Karlyle’s wrists were caught in Ash’s hot, firm hands.

With his arms pulled back, Karlyle’s upper body was lifted. His chin was tilted back. His vision swayed dizzily. Karlyle’s stiff penis dangled up and down with each movement of his body. Karlyle was thrust upward in a kneeling position. Slapping sounds echoed from their joining. The completely melted lube flowed out from inside.

“Haak, ugh, ugh, stop, stop…”

As the explicit sounds gradually reached his ears, Karlyle shook his head. He had never imagined such sounds coming from his rear. It was a first. The squelching, wet sounds were clearly coming from his opening.

His lube-soaked inner flesh squirmed and greedily chewed on the cock as it entered, and clung desperately as it withdrew. These were sensations Karlyle, as an Alpha, should not feel. This was what an Omega…

Confusion set in with that thought. He was suddenly terrified. It was even more unsettling than the first time he had been taken from behind. He felt like he was changing strangely. He felt like he would no longer be an Alpha.

His breath hitched at the feeling of his very foundation crumbling. He wanted to see Ash’s face. He didn’t want to do this.

“Stop…”

Karlyle violently twisted his arms free and pushed Ash away. He panted and collapsed onto the bed. Ash frowned and layered his body over Karlyle’s. A gentle touch landed on his cheek.

“Karlyle, what’s wrong?”

His heart ached at the husky voice. Karlyle lowered his eyebrows and whispered. With eyes half-closed in pleasure, tinged with red, he desperately pleaded.

“I want to… look at your face… while we do it.”

His disheveled voice quietly expressed his desire. Ash looked at Karlyle with a face that seemed to have been pricked by something. Ha, Ash sighed and sat up. His hand, pushing back the hair that had fallen onto his forehead, lacked its usual ease.

“You did?”

Was it an excessive request? He couldn’t gauge Ash’s expression. But Karlyle nodded. He wanted to see Ash. He wanted to feel Ash’s expression, his breath. At least for now.

“Even for a moment, it’s okay, haak, uh, ugh.”

Karlyle groaned at the sensation of the cock pulling out. Ash gently turned his body. His back touched the sheets, damp from the heat, and he saw Ash. The face looking down at him was gentle.

As his vision took in the hair falling over his neat forehead, his always beautiful gray and blue eyes, and his sweat-soaked broad upper body, he gradually felt calmer.

“You like looking at my face, Karlyle?”

Ash’s hand stroked his flushed, hot cheek. How often had he truly expressed what he wanted?

Though ashamed of his unconsciously spilled feelings, Karlyle couldn’t deny it. He merely averted his gaze. Ash gently corrected his turning head. Ash’s cock touched the sticky opening again.

“Don’t look away, look your fill.”

‘Because I’m here, as much as you want.’