Define The Relationship Novel - Chapter 75

It hurt. The foreign sensation was immense, like swallowing something that shouldn’t be swallowed. The hard mass slowly pushing in showed no signs of stopping. It felt like an endlessly long and painful moment.

However, Karlyle remembered a certain pleasure that would follow this. That sensation gradually began to rise up his lower abdomen a few minutes later. The endlessly thrusting cock brushed against the spot he had pressed with his fingers. As the cock, which densely filled his insides, brushed against his prostate, Karlyle let out the breath he had been holding.

“Hoo, haa, ha, uh-huh…”

“You’re doing well.”

Ash whispered, watching his trembling breaths escape. A hot palm gently rubbed his lower abdomen. But Ash didn’t touch Karlyle’s cock. Leaving it slightly subdued by the pain, Ash began to move.

The act of slowly pulling out the cock, which had been shoved all the way to his testicles, and then slowly pushing it back in, was repeated. Each time, pleasure crept up. The pleasure hidden within the pain grew larger as time passed. That swollen pleasure then slowly pooled in his rear and began to flow through his veins.

“Ah, h-huh, uh, haa…”

At some point, clear fluid began to flow from his cock, which was once again stiffly erect. His cock, smeared with pre-cum, clung to his lower abdomen, transparently wetting his firm abs. Ash’s movements also gradually sped up. The cock, which had been moving slowly, now quickly pulled out and then plunged in.

Ash moved as if on fire. The sound of his raised buttocks being slammed echoed loudly. His mind was a tangled mess. He felt like he was going to cum just from the sensations from behind, but then the thought of touching his front suddenly surged. It was different from when he had only pressed his prostate with his fingers. Holding a large cock inside felt completely different.

The sensation of raw flesh tearing and being pounded was not what an Alpha experienced at climax. His body, accustomed to anal sex, conflicted with his returning instincts after months of abstinence, confusing Karlyle.

His hand fumbled downwards. Just as his trembling hand was about to grasp his cock, Ash snatched his wrist. With tear-filled eyes, Karlyle looked up.

Ash shook his head. Both of his wrists were held. His arms were lifted upwards, and his hands were pressed down firmly. Ash pressed him hard against the bed as if to embed him, then rotated his hips.

“I’m Lyle’s Alpha, so why are you looking for something else?”

A low, husky voice was heard, then thud, his prostate was directly hit. Karlyle’s body greatly convulsed, and he threw his jaw back.

“Ha, h-huh, uh-eut, uh-huh…!”

“Why are you touching there?”

His cock, roughly pulled out as if his insides would follow, once again thud, hit the same spot. Karlyle’s toes spread wide, and his eyes widened. A pleasure close to pain pierced the top of his head.

“Ah, h-huh, uh-euk…!…!”

“You should only cum here.”

As if clearly reminding him of what he had forgotten, Ash repeated the motion. Increasing the intensity, he only pounded the sensitive spot, and Karlyle twisted his hips wildly. His back arched sharply, and his body trembled.

“No, uh-huh, st-stop, ha, ahh…!”

“Lyle says no, but his cock is hard?”

The pleasure was too intense. His mind felt like mush. His insides felt like they were boiling, melting, and mixing into one. Tears finally flowed. Sweat and tears mingled on his flushed cheeks, making a mess. The cock, which seemed to lightly brush his prostate, returned and hit that spot again.

A lukewarm climax came first. Semen gushed out, flowing long over his belly. Karlyle tensed his abdomen and his upper body trembled. “Haa, haa,” ragged breaths dripped like sweat. With his entire body extremely sensitive, Karlyle shook his head.

“I’ve, h-huh, done it, so now, ah-eut, I’ve… ah, h-huh, uh!”

Ash, who had been pressing his hands hard and trying to move his hips, looked up. Karlyle saw his long, sweaty collarbone. “Hoo,” Ash let out a sharp, ragged breath and slowly pulled his cock out. Karlyle, gasping at the sensation of being scraped from behind, lifted his head as the filled sensation inside him left.

“Well done.”

Ash was pulling out his cock even though he hadn’t climaxed.

“Ash…?”

“Hm?”

When Karlyle called Ash in a flustered voice, Ash smiled casually. His eyes, red with unreleased desire, crinkled.

“Why… are you stopping?”

“If I go on, you’ll have a hard time.”

Ash said casually. When he felt the hard object about to completely leave his rear, Karlyle bit his lip. Then, a little urgently, he tightened his rear. He saw Ash flinch.

“I don’t want to do anything Lyle dislikes.”

Confused eyes and a serious gaze mingled.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to force yourself.”

It wasn’t forced. Karlyle recalled what he had just said. Was Ash conscious of his words, implying he wanted to stop and saying he disliked it?

In the past, even if Ash heard such words, he would push Karlyle to his limit and make him feel pleasure. He naturally thought it would be the same. Ash was clearly still concerned about him crying.

“It’s not that I… dislike it.”

“Then what?”

Ash, with only the tip of his glans inside, calmly looked down at him. The gaze, pressing down on him as if to overwhelm him, was intense.

Pheromones crawled over his skin like ants. With excitement rising again, Karlyle bit his lip. He had said he came, but he also knew what came after.

“It… feels good… but, saying it…”

Karlyle barely managed to speak, as if he would choke. The situation of admitting he liked being pounded brought shame. And soon, that shame became a strange sense of depravity.

“I thought it didn’t… suit me… so I didn’t say it.”

“You thought so?”

Ash asked gently. His cock slowly began to push further inside. As if returning to its rightful place.

“…Yes.”

“You don’t dislike it, do you?”

Slowly, his insides filled. Karlyle squeezed his eyes shut and nodded.

“I thought so.”

At those words, Ash returned to how he was before. His cock violently crushed the trembling inner flesh, still convulsing from climax. His closed eyes opened wide. His wrists trembled.

“It’s cute how you’re not honest.”

“H-huh, ah, ah-eut, hak, h-huh, ah…!…!”

His cock pounded deep, as if knocking on some closed door. His rear felt like it was melting. Karlyle, with all his might in his feet, struggled to escape, then repeatedly stopped to somehow receive Ash.

“Do you like it?”

The pace gradually quickened. The sound of the bed mattress violently shaking echoed. He felt it. Ash’s climax was also approaching. When he felt that, an unbearable pleasure spread through his veins.

“Ah, h-huh, goo-uh-huh, I like it… I like it.”

Forgetting his usual manner of speech, Karlyle, as if possessed, repeated Ash’s words. That alone felt lewd.

“Me too, h-huh, I like it.”

Ash’s voice now lacked its usual composure. Like the moment he roughly tore off the buttons, a subtle lack of skill brought immense satisfaction. His back arched sharply.

Karlyle tightened his rear fiercely and threw his jaw back to its fullest extent. A tearful cry burst from his wide-open mouth.

“H-huh, uh, Ash, Ash…”

“I love you.”

A choked voice confessed love. Releasing his wrists, Ash hugged Karlyle tightly. He pushed his arms behind Karlyle’s back and held his upper body close. Pushing all the way in, Ash ejaculated.

His cock, swollen to its limit, stiffened, pressing hard inside. A powerful sense of release, incomparable to his previous climax, washed over him. Their two bodies clung together as if melted and fused into molten metal. They felt like one mass. Only one thought came to mind.

“Me too, h-huh, …I love you.”

With a cracked voice, Karlyle poured out his emotions. He fumbled and pulled at Ash’s back as if he would lose him if he didn’t hold on tight. He buried his face deep in Ash’s sweaty neck. A pounding heartbeat, whose owner he couldn’t tell, echoed.

It felt like a storm had raged. Even though he knew Alphas couldn’t imprint on each other, he felt as if this was what imprinting would feel like. It felt like they had reached the deepest possible part of each other.

Sex with Ash was always good, but this moment was incomparable to before. Reaching climax while hearing “I love you”… it brought a sense of fulfillment that was impossible to describe in words. If there was a peak of joy, it would be this.

A ragged, harsh breath was heard, then Ash pulled away. Meeting his eyes directly, Ash smiled softly. Ash carefully brushed back his wet, disheveled hair. His lips touched Karlyle’s white forehead.

“Say it again.”

At the words tickling his forehead, Karlyle slowly parted his lips.

“…I love you.”

“Again.”

“Love…”

His throat choked. It was too overwhelming. Something like a tidal wave surged. Karlyle struggled to compose his voice, which had subsided. He thought such a moment would never come in his life. He hadn’t expected to love someone so freely. He also thought he would never enjoy sex.

“I… love you very much.”

“Me too.”

Ash’s fingers traced his eyes, which had somehow filled with moisture. His lips, touching him as if in pity, wiped away his tears. His lips gently caressed his softly closed eyelids.

“So… only cry in front of me. So I can comfort you.”

“…Yes.”

“Don’t hide it alone either.”

“…Yes.”

“If something like today happens, don’t say you’re okay, tell me.”

The pooled tears flowed again. A tearful laugh escaped. Even though he showed all his ungraceful sides, Ash embraced him even tighter, as if he found it all the more lovely.

“Because we’re in love.”

Karlyle nodded. It was amazing how much emotion was contained in the word ‘love’. Because he loved Ash, he came to rely on Ash, and because he loved Ash, he came to like things he used to dislike.

The sex that only brought him irritation, and himself, whom he thought was insignificant… with Ash, nothing felt bad at all.

The Karlyle of the past would not have experienced such a variety of emotions in a single day. He would have gone to sleep taking a calm, horizontal life for granted.

But today, Karlyle’s emotions curved, rising and falling sharply. Ash warmly soothed his heart, which had been hurt and sunken by his grandfather. So Karlyle now knew.

That having someone to turn sadness into joy is truly a happy thing.