Define The Relationship Novel - Chapter 69

“You want to sleep with me?”

“…Of course, you have to go to work, so…”

Karlyle couldn’t finish his sentence before Ash hugged him tightly. Ash held him so tightly it felt suffocating, showering kisses on Karlyle’s hair.

“You’re so cute it’s driving me crazy.”

His ears turned red. Karlyle quietly raised his hands and wrapped them around Ash’s waist again. Ash’s warm body felt truly good.

“I want to lock you up and not let you leave. Whose is this cute thing?”

Karlyle hesitated. It was an incredibly embarrassing thing to say, but he really wanted to answer. He wanted to tell Ash, to engrave it, as if to brainwash him.

“…Ash’s.”

“Damn it, Karlyle.”

Every time Ash uttered a rough word, Karlyle felt a strange sense of fulfillment. Ash’s arms squeezed him as if to crush his bones. Ash caressed and embraced him, as if holding him over and over again. Kisses poured down. Ash put his lips to Karlyle’s neck and bit down very hard with his teeth. The stinging sensation reignited his excitement.

“I’m truly… losing my mind.”

Ash muttered to himself, then began to caress the bite mark with his lips. A tingling sensation rose from the left side of his neck. Karlyle ultimately couldn’t fall back asleep. Because Ash had left his neck covered in very deep, intense hickeys, enough to make him go crazy.

It was nine in the morning when Karlyle slowly got out of bed. Ash was already showering. Ash, who had said he couldn’t resist any longer, had showered Karlyle’s forehead with dozens of kisses before heading to the bathroom. Ash had also delayed his work for Karlyle.

Satisfied by that fact, Karlyle, feeling a little flushed, looked around Ash’s room. The space, which had become quite familiar over the past few weeks, now felt like his own home. And for good reason: Karlyle’s traces had begun to appear little by little in Ash’s room.

His family home in Mayfair was enormous, so Karlyle naturally had plenty of rooms. But once he visited Ash’s house, he repeatedly found himself sleeping and waking up there.

During a long week-long vacation, Karlyle stayed at Ash’s house. From that point on, Karlyle’s belongings gradually appeared inside. Ash had bought him an elegant black electric toothbrush, and Karlyle’s slippers, mug, and even his suits had found a place in Ash’s closet.

His heart pounded uncontrollably, as if they were living together. Although it should clearly be uncomfortable for someone else to be in his house, Ash never showed any sign of it to Karlyle.

Moreover, just the other day, Ash had even bought a new chest of drawers. Pointing to the elegantly crafted wooden piece, Ash told Karlyle he could use it if he wanted.

It was all a first-time experience. Every time he saw their toothbrushes neatly lined up in the bathroom, Karlyle felt a sense of wonder. An overwhelming, unbearable feeling would rise, and he would stand in front of the mirror for a long time, touching them. He also loved the scent of Ash’s shower gel on his own body. Every minute, every second, was a continuation of excitement.

He was happy.

So much so that he was afraid he shouldn’t be this happy. He thought he had experienced unparalleled happiness even when he and Ash were just dating, but that was just the beginning.

Joy piled up and grew higher every day, as if boundless. Of course, there was a side effect. He would get caught up in needless anxiety, afraid of losing it.

A sudden wave of anxiety swept over Karlyle, and he paced the room. But seeing the open closet, his anxiety gradually subsided. He saw his neatly folded suit shirts next to Ash’s shirts. An indescribable, bursting joy filled him. Karlyle lowered his hand and carefully touched Ash’s shirt.

Come to think of it, what were Ash’s measurements? At a glance, they didn’t seem different from his own. Karlyle’s waist was thinner, but otherwise, it was hard to tell the difference by eye.

This was an important matter. He needed to know it for future gifts. His hesitant hand very carefully took out Ash’s shirt. The sound of water still came from the bathroom. It seemed he had a little time before Ash came out.

In one second, Karlyle had an immense internal conflict. But two seconds later, he ultimately succumbed to temptation by his own will. Pale fingers picked up Ash’s shirt. The design of the shirt’s collar and buttons were slightly different. A faint blue tint was visible. It wasn’t a color Karlyle often wore.

The scent of clean, laundered fabric mixed with Ash’s body odor. Karlyle quietly picked up the shirt and buried his nose in it. He felt even better. He rubbed the soft fabric against his cheek for a moment, then Karlyle subtly looked behind him. The sound of water still came from the bathroom. He still had more time.

Karlyle carefully unfolded the shirt and held it up. He wondered if Ash’s shirt was custom-made like his own, as there were no measurements recorded inside. Karlyle narrowed his eyes and carefully examined the shirt, then made a bold decision. He decided to try it on.

To be honest, it was closer to an impulse. He was just curious. Karlyle had wanted to know many things about Ash for a long time. He wanted to know what kind of feeling wearing his lover’s clothes would evoke.

With neat movements, Karlyle took off his slip gown and placed it on the bed. Then he put on the shirt. If he put it on and took it off quickly, it wouldn’t be noticeable. That’s what he thought.

Ash’s shirt sleeves were roughly the right length but subtly a bit longer. Since Ash was taller than him, that was understandable, but there was also a slight difference in the shoulders. The shoulder line was slightly wider. Unexpected. He thought they were the same.

Even though he thought he should take it off immediately, Karlyle looked down at the sleeves, lost in thought. It was his first time trying on someone else’s clothes. It was always like this when he was involved with Ash, everything was a first.

“Lyle?”

However, trying on someone else’s clothes and being caught by the owner was also incredibly embarrassing. Karlyle froze at the sound of his name. He couldn’t turn around and stood stock-still. The sound of wet footsteps stuck to the floor and then lifted.

“What were you doing?”

The scent of someone freshly showered wafted from behind him. From the question, it seemed Ash hadn’t noticed yet. Karlyle cautiously turned his body. He saw Ash, pushing his wet black hair back with a towel. The front of his shower gown was untied and open. Karlyle barely managed to lift his gaze, which wanted to go lower.

“You… showered quickly.”

It felt that way. Ash tilted his head and smiled.

“Did I?”

“…Yes.”

“Is that why you were trying on my clothes?”

His neck flushed at the question that pointed out his embarrassing behavior. Ash gradually approached. A wave of warm heat washed over him, and soon he felt as if his surroundings were getting wet. Ash’s wet hands gripped both sides of Karlyle’s waist. A subtle pressure was applied, and the sensation was strange.

“This is, I mean…”

Karlyle avoided eye contact and stepped back. Ash trapped him between the dresser and his own body. His back arched backward. Ash’s palms subtly rubbed his waist, then caressed his flat lower abdomen.

“Lyle… this is difficult.”

Of course, it would be. He felt as if the ground beneath him was giving way, and he suddenly grew anxious. Karlyle, with a flustered expression, immediately apologized.

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you going to keep making me hard?”

“Huh?” Karlyle was surprised in a different way by the words that followed.

“Did I… do that?”

Ash pushed his arm through the empty waist of the shirt. Ash’s palm gripped Karlyle’s well-formed butt tightly. His butt cheeks parted. He instinctively inhaled sharply.

“It’s already hard to resist.”

Ash said it was hard to resist again. Karlyle, who had been nervous that Ash’s shirt might get wet, finally blurted out his true feelings.

“You don’t have to resist.”

If what Ash meant by “resisting” was about sex… then why would he? Karlyle was also an Alpha. He knew about surging sexual desire. Even if he wasn’t very interested in sex, he knew what that feeling was like. It was a desire that people had to some extent, not just Alphas.

And putting all that aside, Karlyle himself wanted it. Very… quite… a lot. To the point where he felt awkward thinking such thoughts.

“But…”

Ash raised an eyebrow, then looked at Karlyle with very sad eyes.

“I made you cry last time, didn’t I?”

Ash’s words clearly referred to the last time they had sex before breaking up. As the forgotten past resurfaced, Karlyle closed his mouth. Even after time had passed, urinating was an incredibly humiliating experience.

“At that time… I… committed an impropriety…”

His voice gradually trailed off. To be precise, it was also because Ash had mentioned another Alpha, which made him sad.

“Lyle, that wasn’t urination. You just came because you felt too good. It’s natural when you feel too much. It’s not dirty.”

Karlyle identified the same problem as last time. Regardless, the area from which it was discharged was not a clean one. Even if the composition was slightly different, as Ash said, it looked the same.

“And it’s incredibly lewd.”

It is… the same, but…

“How beautiful you are. Already wet, then getting even wetter, with cum dripping from your back… hmm?”

Ash’s palm repeatedly squeezed and released Karlyle’s butt. Both Ash’s and Karlyle’s stiffly erect dicks rubbed precariously against each other.

“You’re crying, wet front and back because of me, and you think I wouldn’t get hard?”

Ash’s eyes, filled with chilling desire, were visible. Karlyle’s mouth went dry. Ash’s voice was very low and husky, like the sound of metal.

“I had to hold back from shoving it back in right then and there.”

His mind reeled from the string of lewd words that were hard to process. Regardless, he just wanted it. Just as his desire-filled arms were about to pull Ash closer, Karlyle’s phone rang.

Both their gazes simultaneously went to it. “Haa.” Ash let out a breath as if he was truly struggling, then ran a hand through his hair.

“Anyway, Lyle… the reason I’m holding back is because I still don’t trust myself to control it. You’re a very lewd person, so you’re very sensitive. Something like that could happen again.”

Ash squeezed and released Karlyle’s butt with a regretful expression. Karlyle thought, his lips pressed together in dissatisfaction. Of course, if such a situation happened again, it would undoubtedly be very humiliating. But couldn’t they just not use toys?

Hmm, on second thought, maybe not. He had been stimulated, that was true. But the actual incident happened when Ash penetrated him without using anything.

Ash kissed Karlyle’s forehead as he was deep in thought, then stepped back. The way he stroked Karlyle’s back, as if patting him, was like a gesture one would use with someone younger. It felt both good and strange. Although he was younger than Ash, it was only by one year. Karlyle grimaced. Ash spoke to the quietly thinking Karlyle.

“Go shower.”

Baby.

All of Karlyle’s complaints ended with this one word from Ash. Ash swallowed his laughter as Karlyle looked at him with wide eyes. Then he returned the kiss once more. This time, it was a deeper, longer kiss on the lips than before.

The dizzyingly exciting morning slowly began to calm down due to the phone call he received. The call that interrupted them was as unwelcome as its timing, and its caller was equally bothersome. The caller was his grandfather’s secretary.

Alex Heather, a forty-something Alpha woman, had always been a symbol of discomfort for Karlyle. Since the news she delivered had never once been welcome, Alex’s voice was almost a device to lower Karlyle’s mood. It wasn’t Alex’s fault, but that’s how the situation was.

The content she conveyed was simple. Today, the regular annual gathering of political figures was being held in London. After enjoying a performance together at the Albert Hall, a meeting involving various deals would be held in Kensington, and his grandfather wanted to see Karlyle while visiting the place.

And with ‘Ash Jones’.

A sense of failure came first. Karlyle silently fiddled with his phone for a moment. His grandfather couldn’t possibly be unaware of his affairs. Even if his parents hadn’t told him, he would have investigated after the engagement was broken. Since he knew Ash’s name, it seemed he had also grasped his personal details.

Karlyle sighed and asked for the time. Given his grandfather’s temperament, he would likely demand a time without regard for Ash’s working hours. However, perhaps trying to maintain a minimum of courtesy, Alex said six in the evening. Ash’s work ended at five, so the time roughly matched.

But would Ash allow this?

Karlyle pondered. It certainly wouldn’t be a pleasant experience. Judging by how his grandfather still treated his father, Jonathan, Ash wouldn’t be any different. Moreover, Karlyle had shown his shortcomings, even collapsing. Saying “I understand” and hanging up, Karlyle sat on the bed, deep in thought for a long time. It was perhaps a relief that Ash had left first for work.

His conclusion slowly leaned towards going alone. This was a personal matter. It was his family’s business, so it was right to handle it himself without involving Ash. Furthermore, they hadn’t been together for long. Regardless of how much Karlyle loved Ash, everything would be a burden for him.