Define The Relationship Novel - Chapter 81

Ash’s voice grew a little louder. An arm reached out through the darkness and grabbed Karlyle’s wrist. Karlyle was pulled inside. His frozen skin instantly thawed, and his heart melted with it. The door clicked shut, and Karlyle found himself in Ash’s arms.

“Why are you so cold?”

Ash said in a subdued voice. Blinking, Karlyle tried to see Ash’s face. A hot hand touched his cheek. It was surprisingly hot. Not just because he had been outside, but Ash’s hand felt boiling.

“Ash, your hand is hot. Are you alright?”

“I’m not the problem, am I? How long were you standing there?”

“About five minutes…”

The hot hand gripped both his cheeks firmly. Their lips met. Ash’s lips were as hot as his hand. Even the slight breaths he exhaled were hot, like boiled air.

“What if you catch a cold?”

The one who seemed sick was Ash himself, yet his concern for Karlyle in that moment was incredibly beautiful. Their separated lips gently rubbed together again.

“But I was worried because you weren’t answering your phone.”

Karlyle whispered with sincerity. He felt the hand gripping his cheek tighten. It was a movement filled with desire, as if Ash wanted to do something to him right then and there.

Ash exhaled quietly and pulled Karlyle closer. His eyes, adjusted to the darkness, caught Ash’s silhouette. They began to climb the stairs to the upper floor. Ash was only wearing bottoms. The faint curves of his back muscles were visible.

The house was filled with a thick, overflowing scent of pheromones. It was like seeing Kyle’s rut. Kyle had a rut every three months, but before he got together with Nick, he had endured his entire life by taking strong suppressants.

Because of that, Kyle suffered from painful ruts like an illness. Ash wasn’t even a dominant alpha, yet the pheromones filling the house were just as dense.

Only then did the word “rut” come to Karlyle’s mind, and he blinked. Come to think of it, he had never seen Ash in a rut. It was a natural question to ponder, and he felt incredibly foolish for only realizing it now.

Then, Ash’s past words slowly flashed through his mind. Phrases like “always like this around this time,” mentions of “losing his mind,” and slightly different behavior…

“Ash, are you… perhaps… in a rut?”

Ash, who had reached the second floor, stopped.

“Yes. It came a little earlier than expected.”

He saw Ash turn his body.

“It’s late. I’ll stay downstairs. You can sleep in my room.”

But even after mentioning the rut, Ash tried to send Karlyle away. Karlyle felt a distance. It seemed like Ash was constantly keeping his distance, pushing him away, and reducing the time they spent together. Anxious thoughts surged, fearing they would gradually drift apart.

“You can sleep with me. Or I can…”

Karlyle pleaded in a desperate voice. But Ash was relentless.

“Don’t come down to where I am. And if I come up, don’t let me into your room. Lock your door.”

His voice seemed to leak through a tightly closed gap. He sounded angry.

“Ash, did I do something wrong…?”

He was afraid that if he asked such a question, Ash would actually tell him what he had done wrong. But he had to ask anyway. If there was something, he had to fix it.

“Lyle…”

A sigh-like voice escaped.

“I’m… barely holding back from fucking you right now…”

A growl-like moan escaped. The pheromones were now wildly raging around Karlyle. Karlyle’s own pheromones churned, affected by the violent pheromones seeping into his lungs. His stomach churned. Something, whether excitement or nausea, choked his throat.

“Listen to me.”

A commanding voice was heard. Ash had never spoken like this before. A shiver ran strongly down his spine.

“No.”

Karlyle refused. He heard a sharp intake of breath, and Ash’s arm roughly snatched Karlyle’s waist. Their faces drew close. Ash’s face, now right in front of him, was finally visible. Ash’s eyes looked as if he had lost his reason.

“I’m serious. My rut is different from others. It’ll be too much for you.”

Heat spread to every part his skin touched, as if from boiling skin. A rough hand pushed up his sweater. The other hand delved into his bottoms. Karlyle stepped back. Ash pushed him against the wall. His back hit the wall.

“I can’t loosen you up like usual… I’ll definitely make you cry. Even now, I’m barely…”

Haa, Ash took a deep, pained breath. The hand rummaging under his clothes withdrew. Ash’s voice rose.

“Don’t come down.”

As Ash turned to go down, Karlyle grabbed him.

“I’m alright.”

“Alright?”

Ash turned roughly and asked.

“You hate it so much just when I lick your hole? What do you think I’m going to do?”

He ran his hand through his hair agitatedly and shook his head.

“…Damn it. I’m sorry. I don’t think I can hold back any longer. The suppressants will wear off soon… Please, go downstairs, okay?”

His voice, expelled through his teeth, sounded truly anxious. He wasn’t wrong. Karlyle was completely sane right now, and he had no tolerance for mixing bodies promiscuously without being in a rut. But that didn’t mean he disliked it.

“I don’t dislike it.”

Ash made him feel this way, so he couldn’t possibly dislike it.

“Licking… I don’t… dislike it.”

His breathing stopped abruptly. Ash stood motionless. He saw Ash’s lips part through the bluish silhouette. And then, just like when he had let Karlyle into the house, Ash suddenly extended his arm. Karlyle’s chin was caught. Ash, like a predator hunting its prey, simply swallowed Karlyle’s lips.

His lower lip was sucked and stretched stickily. A tongue wriggled in through his surprised, parted lips. The tongue rubbed hard. It was a frantic, maddened action, without a shred of composure.

Karlyle’s body was pushed back. He stumbled backward, putting strength into his legs to keep from falling. His leg caught on a table once, then he was pushed back again. All the while, their tongues intertwined ceaselessly. The rapidly mixing tongues made a wet, rubbing sound. Saliva profusely dripped down his chin.

Ah, hmph, Ash didn’t even allow him to breathe, making Karlyle gasp for air. His back hit the door. Pinned against the bedroom door, Karlyle was trapped in Ash’s arms, and Ash twisted his head, tasting him deeply.

His tongue seemed to lick not just the roof of his mouth but even the soft part behind it, making Karlyle tremble. He truly felt like he was suffocating. He barely managed to raise his hand and push against Ash’s chest. His head felt numb from the lack of oxygen.

Ash groaned and then opened the door. He snatched Karlyle’s waist, which seemed about to fall backward, and laid him on the bed. With swift and impatient movements, Ash climbed on top of him. His bottoms immediately went down. Ash’s dick touched Karlyle’s face as he lay there. The heavy flesh rubbed hard against his lips.

“Mouth.”

A voice that was Ash’s, yet not Ash’s, uttered a single word. The dick tapped against his cheek. Heat surged through him.

“Open.”

Ash commanded, rubbing the blunt tip of his dick against Karlyle’s soft lips. He could hear his own heart pounding in his ears. As if to drive Karlyle insane with him, pheromones seeped into his entire body.

Karlyle slowly opened his mouth. Ash pushed in through the slightly parted gap, as if poking a hole.

His jaw slowly opened wider. The dick, pressing down on him and filling his mouth, pressed down on his tongue. Karlyle choked, feeling as if his windpipe was being blocked. Saliva flowed down his jaw, which was open to its limit. He was just putting it in his mouth, but he couldn’t breathe.

“Hmm, hmph, uh, woo… cough.”

“Yeah… just like that.”

A small, satisfied voice was heard. A gently extended hand stroked his head as if praising him, then soon gripped his hair tightly.

His face was lifted. The dick was shoved all the way down his throat. Karlyle’s eyes widened, and he grabbed Ash’s wrist.

“Hmph, ugh, uh… ha… ugh.”

His tongue was pressed down, causing saliva to rush down his throat. Ash began to move his hips. His hips slowly pulled back, then violently thrust into his throat. This was repeated.

Hoo, ugh, ah, each time the dick withdrew, Karlyle barely managed to breathe, trying to accept Ash. While being roughly handled, Karlyle’s bottom had also hardened. His dick was exposed, peeking out from his slightly pulled down boxers, which hadn’t fully come off. Pre-cum wet his stomach. His hips twitched.

Ash’s climax was faster than usual. Pheromones poured down like a shower, and Karlyle, unable to regain his senses, swallowed the cum that came up his throat.

Cough, he coughed. Perhaps the fluid had gone down his windpipe, as the tip of his nose stung and tears flowed. His mouth felt numb. His lips seemed slightly torn, as he tasted the metallic tang of blood.

Even as he climaxed, Ash pressed, pressed his dick in. Only after emptying every last drop did Ash slowly pull his dick out. Saliva stretched like a long thread, connecting Karlyle’s lips and Ash’s dick.

Despite having just climaxed, Ash’s dick twitched. Ash stretched his body out, like a predator that had caught its prey. Karlyle barely calmed his gasping breaths and slowly pulled his body back.

His palms fumbled, pushing the sheets. He wanted to see Ash clearly. In that position, he could only see a shadow.

However, perhaps seeing Karlyle’s retreat as an escape, Ash immediately followed him.

“Where are you going?”

His bottoms were roughly pulled off. His legs were suddenly lifted, and his underwear was pulled down too. A hard, hot penis touched his bare legs. Ash’s dick, wet with Karlyle’s saliva, showed no sign of shrinking, splitting the tightly pressed butt cheeks.

“You can’t escape now.”

“Ash, it’s not that…”

The words “I was trying to see your face” were swallowed back by the act of Ash trying to force his way into his tightly closed hole. Cold sweat beaded on his spine. It seemed Ash was right.

The hole, which usually received ample foreplay, was stubbornly closed. If he were to insert it like this, it felt like it would tear.

“Lyle is mine, isn’t he?”

However, Karlyle’s eyes widened at the words “mine” that followed. It was the first time Ash had expressed such possessiveness so directly. His heart pounded rapidly. Ash’s single remark suppressed the instinctive repulsion he felt at the thought of his back tearing.

“You should have gone when I let you go earlier, shouldn’t you?”

The dick pressed, pressed against his hole. Even with the action of rummaging through the folds, the inside didn’t open easily. Karlyle tried his best to relax.

“Ash, it won’t… go in…”

But tearing wasn’t the problem. It just felt like it wouldn’t go in. Karlyle looked around in distress. His eyes fell on the nightstand drawer where they kept lubricant.

He wasn’t sure exactly what state Ash was in, but he knew Ash had no composure. So, it seemed better if Karlyle took care of preparing his back himself.

“Haa…”

Damn it. Ash cursed and roughly got up. An outstretched arm reached past Karlyle and opened the drawer. A rattling sound was heard, and the drawer opened. Ash rummaged through the drawer with impatient movements and pulled out the lubricant.

“Even after I fuck you every day, you’re still so tight… What are you going to do?”

The sound of a cap opening was heard, and a cold sensation rose from below. A breath caught between his teeth. A lump of liquid was squeezed onto his butt and spread. The hard dick touched him again. The tip of the glans rubbed hard against the slippery hole.

But it still didn’t seem to go in. Karlyle bit his lip uncertainly. It was the first time Ash hadn’t even used his fingers to loosen him up. Even when he was thoroughly prepared, it was a struggle, so accepting it in this state was impossible.

“Ah, ha… ugh, hmph, uh… ah…!”

But surprisingly, the dick began to slowly penetrate, parting the hole. Lubricant slipped into the slightly opened hole. As the thick, blunt tip of the penis spread the narrow opening, the lubricant melted in with strong pressure, wetting the inner walls.

“Ash… ugh, wait, wait… ha, ugh.”

His breath caught. Swallowing the penis, which always caused immense pressure during the first insertion even after being sufficiently loosened, felt like his windpipe was shrinking.

Tears began to flow. His muscles tensed as if all the oxygen in his body was evaporating. It was hard to believe how he usually managed to take this in his back.

“Relax.”

“I… can’t… hmph, ah, hmph…”

His inner walls twitched, trying to push out the constantly invading flesh. The strongly contracting inside bit hard on the dick, which Karlyle himself could feel. The breath he barely managed to take couldn’t be exhaled and only went down his windpipe.

Yet Ash didn’t stop. Pheromones angrily scraped his skin. Ash, who had been making a boiling sound inside, leaned down. Their upper bodies touched. An arm that had slipped behind his waist lifted Karlyle’s upper body and held him tightly.