Define The Relationship Novel - Chapter 99

Ash gestured as he had when he first picked Karlyle up. Karlyle again gave him a look of exasperation. However, Ash, who was about to climb the stairs, thinking Karlyle would resign himself, froze at Karlyle’s next action.

Perhaps because he was drunk, Karlyle actually followed Ash’s request.

Karlyle, raising his upper body slightly, hesitated but then pressed his lips to Ash’s cheek. Unlike kissing, his lover, who had always found it difficult to playfully peck cheeks or foreheads, had given his first kiss, and Ash was momentarily blank.

“Please put me down quickly.”

Karlyle demanded in a business-like tone, steadying his voice, which was trembling from crying.

“I can’t do that.”

“Didn’t I do what Ash asked?”

“I didn’t feel it properly. If you do it one more time, I’ll put you down.”

It was true. It had happened so quickly that he hadn’t had time to properly appreciate it. This time, he deliberately looked directly at Karlyle’s face. Karlyle made a face like someone whose world had collapsed, then, with a sigh of resignation, lifted his chin again. He could see Karlyle’s arms, gripping Ash’s shoulders, trembling.

Karlyle closed his eyes tightly and pressed his lips to Ash’s cheek. Ash leaned down, following Karlyle as he tried to pull back. Holding him in his arms, Ash pushed his tongue in wetly and deeply. Karlyle’s lips naturally parted, letting out a hmmm, uh-huh breath. With the devouring kiss, Karlyle’s body gradually leaned back. The arms holding him also slowly lowered.

Ash put Karlyle down, his tongue entwining and sucking as if to steal his soul. Karlyle stumbled, finding his footing on the floor due to the kiss that had instantly stolen his breath. He looked at Ash with wide eyes, then immediately turned and began climbing the stairs as if fleeing. Even though he was drunk, his steps up the stairs were as neat and even as usual.

Ash chuckled softly and followed him up the stairs, seeing him flee just like the day they kissed at South Bank.

“No. Lyle and I are going to have a good time now.”

Ah. Ash stroked his chin as if something had occurred to him.

“Since it’s a situation where you’re being disciplined, should I call it a serious time?”

His voice grew stern to match. Karlyle watched Ash silently, unable to adapt to the rapidly changing situation.

“This is punishment for breaking a promise, so even if Lyle says he doesn’t want it, I won’t go easy on him.”

But Ash hadn’t listened to Karlyle’s pleas earlier, even when he said he didn’t want it. Karlyle always found it fascinating how Ash, who usually anticipated his moods before he even showed a hint of displeasure, became so daring only when sex was involved. Sometimes it was a little annoying. However, thinking that such a side was reserved only for him, his aggrieved feelings would ultimately melt away in a few seconds.

“Yes.”

Ash smiled sweetly. A hand reached out and gently caressed his cheek.

“Still, if you really hate it, I’ll stop. If you absolutely can’t bear it, tell me, um…”

After a few seconds of contemplation, Ash opened his mouth.

“Say ‘honey’ to me.”

Karlyle was still getting used to calling Ash by his name. There was no way he could utter the word ‘honey’. Ash clearly knew Karlyle wouldn’t be able to say it when he said that.

“Alright.”

With a slightly aggrieved heart, Karlyle meekly replied.

“Good boy. From now on, I’ll speak a little differently than usual. But please know that it doesn’t mean I think lightly of Karlyle. Understood? Think of it as a kind of role-play.”

Ash gently instructed him. Karlyle still had no idea what he was planning. He nodded. Sitting obliquely facing each other, Ash closed his mouth for a moment. His gently curved eyes narrowed slightly more than usual. Soon, Ash parted his lips.

“Take off your robe.”

His voice was exactly like Ash’s during rut. The low, resonant tone carried a subtly coercive air. A slight shiver ran through his entire body. Karlyle unconsciously stiffened, his fingers twitching.

“Every time you don’t obey me immediately, I’ll add one more hit.”

Did being disciplined mean corporal punishment? Karlyle hadn’t thought of Ash as someone who would use his hands, so he was inadvertently surprised by the remark.

“What?”

“Don’t ask again.”

Ash commanded, his words contrasting with his gentle voice. A soft smile subtly pressured Karlyle.

It wasn’t that he feared being hit. He was strong against pain. It was common to get injured while playing sports. Especially when riding horses, he had a history of breaking bones several times. This was because Alexander’s mother, his current horse, was quite wild. Yet, the thought of Ash hitting him somehow made his heart flutter with unease. Ash had always cherished him excessively.

With slightly weakened hands, he took off his robe. The bath towel slid down and scattered onto the bed. Ash turned his gaze to it for a moment, then gave a suggestive smile and patted his thigh.

“Now, lie down on your stomach.”

“…On there?”

“Adding one more hit.”

Instead of affirming, Ash coldly increased the count. At that, Karlyle closed his mouth. The hand silently patting his thigh clearly seemed to be telling him to lie down on it. Embarrassment rose to his throat, and Karlyle repeatedly lifted and lowered his buttocks slightly. It was too humiliating a position. Moreover, Ash was still dressed. To lie naked on Ash’s thigh in such a state, while Ash was clothed.

“It’s taking too long. I’ll add another one.”

His smiling face and voice were as gentle as usual, but only his tone was different. Feeling a little wronged, Karlyle looked at Ash with sad eyes. Ash frowned for a moment at his expression. Haa. Ash sighed in exasperation and shook his head. Then he rubbed Karlyle’s cheek.

“I’m not going to hurt you. Huh? Don’t worry.”

“…Understood.”

Hearing the comforting voice, the sadness that had been welling up dissipated. Karlyle finally reluctantly got onto the bed. Hesitantly kneeling on the bed, he crawled onto Ash’s thigh, lying on his stomach. His face, gazing at the white sheets of the bed, flushed a peach color. Just lying down brought an unbearable surge of shame. His flushed nape was so hot it felt painful.

Instead of doing something immediately, Ash shifted his body slightly and retrieved something he had placed behind him. A plastic lid clicked open. Karlyle slightly raised his head to look at Ash’s face. He saw a smooth jawline. With a focused expression, Ash was squeezing something into his hand. It was lubricant.

“…Ash?”

“Just lie still on your stomach.”

The hand that had squeezed out the lubricant moved down towards Karlyle’s buttocks. At the same time, Ash’s other hand gripped Karlyle’s chin.

“Because I need to loosen you up first.”

Each time Ash’s calm voice continued, a chilling thrill ran through him. His body twitched with a tingling tension, like an electric current. His chin held, their eyes met. It was as if their gazes were fused together. He could see the affection filling Ash’s eyes. Karlyle felt a renewed sense of relief from those eyes. As a result, his body slightly relaxed, and at the same time, something pushed into his opening. It was a finger.

Sticky lubricant seeped into the gap the finger had opened. The opening, suddenly invaded by a foreign object, stiffened and quivered. Ash skillfully burrowed his way in, slowly and deliberately, through the tight inner wall that pushed back, just as it had when he first opened his body. A long finger gradually widened the narrow, damp interior. The deep pink opening soon reddened and flushed. As if applying lubricant to every crevice of the wrinkled inside, Ash repeatedly pulled his finger out and then thrust it back in, a jabbing motion.

“Hmph, ungh, ugh, ah… ungh…”

Karlyle unconsciously let out a hot breath. His damp, heated breath kept escaping his mouth. His body, which had already climaxed once before, quickly reacted sensitively. His toes twitched.

“You’re being punished, you shouldn’t be feeling good.”

Ash said, his gaze never leaving Karlyle’s aroused face. Even when Karlyle tried to turn his chin away, not wanting to show such a shameful expression, the hand holding him wouldn’t let go. His chin, forcibly tilted up, trembled. At the words “you shouldn’t be feeling good,” Karlyle distorted his eyes suggestively and clamped his mouth shut. His lips turned white as he tried to suppress his moans.

In the meantime, the number of fingers increased. His index and middle fingers pressed and probed the entire inner wall, meticulously spreading the lubricant. His buttocks clenched tightly at the soft yet elastic inner wall being pressed. While the fingers repeatedly probed all around and then slipped out, they still avoided the deepest part, the spot where Karlyle felt the most. The fingers, which would usually go straight for that deeply hidden spot, now feigned ignorance and only stirred around it, while the opening wriggled with impatience.

A shiver ran down his spine. Karlyle unconsciously lifted his buttocks slightly and rubbed his front against Ash’s thigh. His instantly hardened penis rubbed against Ash’s thick, firm thigh, sending pleasure surging through him. Haa, ha, breaths like dripping sweat flowed onto the back of Ash’s hand, which held his chin. Ash watched Karlyle’s face for a long time, as if he wouldn’t miss anything, then suddenly pulled his fingers out.

His body was completely flushed, like he was in heat. Karlyle distorted his eyes, feeling like he was going crazy. His heated eyeballs were painfully hot. Because pleasure had been injected tantalizingly for a while, his thirst only deepened. Moreover, the recent in-and-out motion hadn’t satisfied anything.

The opening, widened by the fingers, was gaping slightly, revealing a bit of its red interior. The twitching wrinkles demanded something to be thrust into them. He needed something hard and thick, a large mass of flesh that would tightly fill and press against his insides. Karlyle slightly shook his head, as if scolding himself for such a lewd thought.

As if sensing Karlyle’s indecent thoughts, Ash moved. Something round touched the entrance of his opening. It was smooth and cold to the touch, something he had felt before. It was a small, egg-shaped vibrator.

Having once experienced involuntary urination from vibrator stimulation, he was startled and twisted his lower body. That’s when it happened. His buttocks were slapped hard.

Smack!

A loud sound of flesh reverberated, and a stinging sensation spread across his buttocks. A red flush bloomed, coloring the left side of his buttocks. Karlyle gasped, his eyes wide.

“Don’t move.”

Ash’s gentle voice commanded Karlyle. His firm buttocks twitched from the impact. Karlyle stared wide-eyed at Ash’s face. His chin was still held, making it difficult to move. A few seconds later, heat rapidly spread across his face. He felt like he was going crazy from embarrassment. He wondered if this was what Ash meant by corporal punishment.

Being spanked.

His body felt like it would burst from shame. As soon as that thought entered his head, Karlyle’s penis swelled to its limit and throbbed. He was currently lying naked on Ash’s thigh. Ash had made him lie on his lap while he was still dressed. And in that state, he was being spanked like a child.