Into the Rose Garden Novel - Chapter 51

The Violet Room was filled with a warm heat. On the table, two half-empty cups of warm milk tea rested. It had been a few weeks since they started using the cozy bedroom connected to the small sitting room. To be precise, it had been exactly ten days since he was discharged from the hospital and recuperating at the mansion.

“Mmm.”

As he hummed with his tongue entwined, the arms wrapped around his waist tightened. He explored Aeroc’s lips while simultaneously preparing to satisfy other desires. He took off Aeroc’s jacket and unbuttoned his vest. He pulled down his tie and pulled out the hem of his shirt. As skin, usually not exposed, was revealed, Aeroc was pushed onto the bed, which was slightly too small for two people.

Engrossed in the kiss, Aeroc lifted his hips to allow him to easily pull down his trousers. After pulling down his underwear in one go, he lifted his body, which had been clinging to Aeroc. As Aeroc wrapped his arms around his neck, refusing to let go, he chuckled softly and removed the hands that held him. Placing Aeroc between his knees, he stood up, skipping the unbuttoning of his shirt, and pulled it off over his head. His firm abs and thick pectoral muscles, hidden beneath dark skin, rippled. Aeroc ran his hands over the muscular torso.

“Your body is always magnificent. I envy it.”
“It’s all yours, isn’t it? There’s no reason to envy it.”
“That’s true.”

His slowly leaning upper body stopped just before pressing down on Aeroc. Supporting himself on his elbows, he gently touched Aeroc’s nose with his own. Despite his large physique, he was a very delicate lover in the bedroom. Explosive passion was inherent, but he never forgot small considerations.

“Open your damn legs.”

The contradictory act of giving a coercive command in such an infinitely gentle tone made Aeroc laugh.
“You’re very impertinent for an employee.”
“Here, I’m the master.”
“Oh, really? Didn’t you say you were mine?”
“And you are mine too.”

With that, he buried his nose in Aeroc’s hair. His action of rubbing his head against Aeroc’s soft hair was like that of a large beast. His lips, sliding from Aeroc’s temple, passed over his cheek, to his jawbone, and then to the tender skin beneath his eyes. The ticklish sensation added to Aeroc’s laughter.

“Every strand of your hair, every drop of your blood, is all mine.”
“My body, perhaps, but not my soul.”

At that, he suddenly lifted his head and looked down at Aeroc. Obsessive jealousy dripped from his dark eyes. The large hand wrapped around Aeroc’s neck twitched menacingly.

“If it’s not mine, then whose is it?”
“My soul is my own.”

Unable to find a retort, he soon groaned and collapsed. His heavy body pressed down on Aeroc. Aeroc didn’t dislike the weight, which was heavy but accompanied by a sense of stability.

“How do I get your soul?”
“You can never have it. I won’t give mine to anyone.”

Then he slumped like a beast caught in a downpour. Invisible ears, wet with rain, drooped, and his head tilted slightly as if to emphasize his innocent-looking eyes. It was a pathetic sight, like a beast hiding its vicious teeth and claws, whimpering to evoke sympathy. Aeroc couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter at his pitiable appearance.

“You don’t have to act so pitiful. After all, your soul is mine anyway. The two will be together.”

The heat emitted by their two bodies pressed together drove away the chill brought by the cool rain.

Although he commanded coercively, his actions were not. He put a lot of effort into foreplay. He continued his lingering caresses on Aeroc’s neck, shoulders, chest, hands, and stomach until an excited Aeroc, unable to bear it, would rudely snap, “Shove your damn cock in already.” Otherwise, the most outstanding part of his body would behave as if nothing was happening, even when it was on the verge of exploding. He would wait for Aeroc to spread his legs wantonly and offer his greedy entrance first. Yet, he would never invade the entrance. Instead, he would firmly close his thighs and rub his massive penis between them. As a result, Aeroc’s scrotum would often get small scratches. Even with a severe head injury and some memory loss, his stubborn disposition remained.

Even now, he completely ignored his swollen penis, which seemed about to burst through his trousers. Instead, he took Aeroc’s nipples into his mouth, pressed them with his tongue, and then lightly sucked them. Aeroc’s waist, much smoother than his rugged body, squirmed.

“Mmm.”

His theory was to cherish both nipples equally. While his single mouth and tongue persistently sucked on the left nipple, the other nipple was crushed by his large thumb. It was moist and ticklish, yet also sore and thrilling. The complex stimulation heightened his nerves.

“Hmph.”

Slurp. The tongue wrapped around his nipple made a wet sound. The ticklish sensation intensified. Aeroc, tensing and relaxing his limbs, grabbed the hand tormenting his nipple and stroked his damp chest. Even though it was a signal to stop, he showed no sign of stopping.

“No milk is coming out, ugh. How much longer are you going to suck?”

Aeroc lifted his head slightly and grumbled.
“Don’t you like it?”
“If you keep sucking like that, they’ll swell up like a nursing mother’s. Don’t change my body as you please.”
“In that case, I have no choice.”

He truly seemed regretful, rubbing his cheek against Aeroc’s already flushed nipple, then kissed Aeroc’s mouth to ask for forgiveness. As his body, which had been tormented by tingling sensations, was finally liberated, Aeroc released the tension with a languid sigh. His relaxed joints and muscles made the closeness even more comfortable. As their bodies pressed together, his rock-hard pectoral muscles crushed Aeroc’s two aroused nipples.

“Mmm.”
“Does it bother you a lot?”

His attitude of meticulously caring for every small reaction, thereby inflicting shame, was so affectionate that it was ironically even more annoying. He sparkled his dark eyes like a dog that had caused mischief and then looked to its owner for praise. Should he scold him, or praise him as he wished? After a moment of deliberation, Aeroc suddenly became aware of the massive pillar pressing painfully against his thigh. He unconsciously licked his lips with his tongue.

“Every time I walk with clothes on, I become aware of the atrophied organs on my body. It’s annoying to have to wear a vest even in hot weather.”
“Hmm. Is that so.”

He was subtly pleased. He tried hard not to let the corners of his mouth turn up, but he couldn’t stop his cheekbones from twitching.
“How long does that sensation last?”
“About a day.”
“Shorter than I thought.”
“How long did you expect?”
“Hmm, three days?”

Aeroc scoffed at his absurd hope as he slid his lips to Aeroc’s temple.
“You’re crazy. If that happened, this already useless organ would lose its aesthetic function too. And remember, I won’t sleep with you ever again.”
“That’s a shame.”

He genuinely seemed to think so, sighing softly with genuine regret. Then he squirmed and began to silently urge. His nipples brushed, and his sternum vibrated. His legs, pressed against his firm thighs, trembled faintly, and his aroused penis grew even harder from the dull stimulation. The intense heat emanating from his large body seemed about to break Aeroc’s declaration at any moment.

“Damn it. Forget about these nipples, which are useless to an alpha, and pay more attention to other parts.”
“For example?”

Aeroc, grabbing his face with both hands as he feigned ignorance and tilted his head, roughly pulled him closer. He pressed his lips to his handsome earlobe and coldly informed him.
“Between my legs, there’s a stick much more sensitive than nipples, and it loves being treated roughly. Why don’t you take care of that first, which has been screaming for attention?”
“Oh. I didn’t know that.”
“Then I’ll teach you myself.”

Aeroc took his hand and placed it between his own legs. He wrapped his warm, rough hand around his already half-erect penis. He firmly held his large hand with both of his own to prevent him from pulling away. The pressure was naturally applied by the two layers of hands. Aeroc sharply inhaled and moved his hips. Immense pleasure exploded like a bomb from the glans, which had hit the end of his thick palm.

“Hmph!”

He threw his head back and twisted his limbs. After the shock brought by the fierce pleasure passed, Aeroc exhaled with a trembling sigh. It took a moment for his vision, which had turned black, to return properly. Aeroc scraped the roof of his mouth with his slightly dry tongue and turned his head to the side. A belated sense of release caused small aftershocks. Something connected to his spine in his lower body tightened and relaxed strongly. Something qualitatively different from the volatile pleasure that flared up began to slowly occur inside his body.

But due to the slight exhaustion, Aeroc had no time to pay attention to it. His flickering vision returned. Before he could fully enjoy the languor, Aeroc witnessed a shocking scene. Vandike, whose gaze met his, slowly released the grip of his hand.

Milky white semen slowly flowed down to his thick wrist. His large, red tongue slowly moved upwards from beneath it. From the area around his veined wrist, past his palm, to the tips of his fingers, his red tongue was covered in white seminal fluid. And before Aeroc’s eyes, the tongue slowly disappeared into his mouth. A moment later, his prominent Adam’s apple moved greatly, pushing what was in his mouth down his throat.

“What are you doing?”

Aeroc sprang up in surprise. He, too, rose and placed his wet palm on the center of Aeroc’s chest, pressing down. Aeroc, slowly falling backward, could only watch as he licked his sternum and moved downwards. Aeroc’s panting stomach undulated like a sea caught in a storm, yet he, like an iron battleship, moved slowly downwards without any tremor. He skillfully navigated the reefs formed by small muscles and reached the thick golden bush. The sight of his firm jawbone pushing through the dense thicket was shockingly obscene. Aeroc couldn’t close his mouth, unable to believe the vulgarity that surpassed his expectations. He wanted to say something, but his throat constricted, producing only strange groans. Aeroc had no choice but to cover his mouth with his hand.

Whether he knew of Aeroc’s violent reaction to the shocking sight or not, he slowly traced his fingers through the pubic hair, which he had only touched minimally to maintain thorough cleanliness. And as he stroked the small hair follicles as if tickling them, he moved further and further down. He wanted to shout at him to stop such vulgar acts, but the obscenity that crossed the boundaries of his morality evoked a sensation similar to the liberation of deviance.

It felt as if the etiquette and restraint he had always consciously maintained as a nobleman were forcibly stripped away, leaving him truly naked. The private room, with only the two of them, felt like a crowded public square. For a short time, before his brain and reason became paralyzed, Aeroc felt great fear and infinite excitement simultaneously. Just because his lover was burying his nose in his pubic hair! He bit his lip, anticipating the outrageousness that was to come.

Finally, having passed the bush and reached the base of his penis, he rubbed his cheek against it, which had experienced one climax and was now limp.

“It’s as beautiful as its owner.”

For a moment, Aeroc mistakenly thought there would be no more surprises. He couldn’t bear his flushed face and covered his eyes and mouth with both arms. As he clenched his molars and trembled, his weakened corpus cavernosum was sucked into a damp, warm place. Closing his eyes tightly was no help at all.

Slurp, slurp.

With an utterly obscene sound, he could feel the shape and temperature of his tongue. His lips, moving down to the base and up to the glans, were soft and smooth, as if to soothe the terrible imagination brought on by hard teeth. When the strong root of his tongue pressed the glans against the roof of his mouth, Aeroc wanted to pull his hips back. But he couldn’t because his iliac crests were firmly held by two hands. Instead, Aeroc raised his upper body and grabbed his hair with both hands.

“More… more… hmph.”

His words, meant to say “no more,” were cut off, only encouraging him further. He pursed his lips and pressed the shaft in his mouth with his tongue. He didn’t forget to use his teeth to scrape the thin skin. Aeroc wanted to forcibly pull away, but the fear of being bitten stopped him. His legs involuntarily closed, encircling his head, where his dark brown hair was disheveled. But he didn’t retreat at all. Instead, he placed his shoulder against the back of Aeroc’s knees, which were in the way, and pushed. Aeroc’s back arched, and his buttocks lifted slightly. The base of his penis, trapped in the prison of his mouth, trembled.

“Hmph, ugh.”

A sharp groan escaped his lips. As if that wasn’t enough, he began to torment Aeroc’s testicles, which had risen due to tension. The hair, which grew only where it should, did not grow a single strand on his testicles, as if they were not his concern. The two testicles, slightly faded red, were covered in skin as soft as a baby’s. It was a part Aeroc himself didn’t touch. That intimate part, he held in one hand and rolled it like a merchant weighing plums at the market.

“Ah… there! That… oh my god!”

Aeroc gasped and cried out. He felt no pleasure from his testicles. Instead, he felt only an unfamiliar tension and a slight pain. A shiver ran down his spine, and his toes trembled. But as he continued to moan and carefully moved his hand, an intermittent tremor began in his perineum, where there was nothing below his testicles. As the base of his hardened penis was licked and crushed, the tremor in his perineum grew stronger. It intensified the unknown vibration that had subtly ignited within his body earlier. A tingling sensation shook his entire body.

“I’m about to… stop!”

He shouted urgently, not wanting to ejaculate into his mouth. If he ignored him again, Aeroc intended to forcibly pull away. As if he knew Aeroc’s intention beforehand, he slowly lifted his head. His arrogant lips were wet and glistening with saliva. Aeroc had never seen lips more erotic. It felt as if his earlobes were on fire.

“Satisfied?”

Aeroc turned his head instead of answering him, who wiped his lips with the back of his hand. His desire, which had almost exploded, had fizzled out, but his reason, which had been pushed away, had not yet returned. Aeroc pushed his shoulder with his foot.

“This is enough for today.”
“That’s sudden.”

When Aeroc declared the end of the act, he knelt, looking very regretful. The massive weapon, nestled beneath his taut trouser legs, seemed about to burst through the fabric. Yet, he looked as serene as someone who had just returned from church. When the person who had been passionately caressing him moments before retreated without any protest, Aeroc was the one who felt uncomfortable. A sense of obligation to somewhat alleviate his explosive desire subtly emerged. Then he murmured softly.

“I thought I could go all the way today.”
“Even ‘all the way’ is just rubbing against my thighs. If you need, I’ll lend you a hand or a foot.”

Aeroc declined further stimulation to his testicles and penis. So, he backed down, offering to provide hand- or foot-based pressure. Then he stared intently at Aeroc.

“Isn’t that too little for the value of my service?”
“I can’t give you oral sex.”

Aeroc drew the line first, in case he might demand such a vulgar act. Aeroc had never performed oral sex. He had no confidence in rubbing his face against dense black pubic hair, and how could he even take something the thickness of a typical log into his mouth in the first place? His jaw would break. He could lick it, but… even if he were to perform oral sex someday, it wouldn’t be today.

“I meant actual penetration, but since we’re stopping here today, there’s no need to discuss it further.”

At those words, Aeroc doubted his ears. Sex with him always ended with rubbing against his thighs. Aeroc knew well that there was a more advanced stage than that. However, he hadn’t attempted it, and Aeroc didn’t have the courage to ask for it first.

Just the hint of the act twisted something inside him. A clear wind blew somewhere in the internal organs nestled within his iliac crest. Then, a desire that had been hidden like glowing embers flared up red. Hotter than blazing flames, it heated his internal organs and nerves. His outstretched legs twitched. Clenching and unclenching his toes, he commanded him, who was just getting out of bed and picking up his crumpled shirt.

“There’s oil in my medicine cabinet.”

Then he smiled slightly, as if he didn’t understand the intention. Aeroc frowned and repeated himself.
“Don’t pretend to be innocent. You know what I mean.”
“Are you sure? You don’t have to push yourself.”

He recalled the doctor’s advice. If he really became an omega, it might be difficult to continue this kind of relationship with him. If he accidentally got pregnant… The moment Aeroc thought of that word, he made a disgusted face. Perhaps this was his last chance.

“If we don’t do it now, we’ll never have another chance.”

When Aeroc threatened, he paused for a moment. He stared intently at Aeroc, and as soon as he realized Aeroc was serious, he quickly put on his shirt and left, saying, “I’ll be right back.” The medicine cabinet Aeroc used was in the small sitting room attached to the bedroom.

It wasn’t a very long distance, but it took him quite a while to return. Not wanting his excited body to cool down, Aeroc crawled under the bedsheets and closed his eyes to rest for a moment. Perhaps he had dozed off, as he didn’t notice his return. The bed swayed, and Aeroc opened his eyes to meet his gaze, which was directly in front of him. The slightly relaxed, languid expression was gone, replaced by a beast-like demon.

“What?”

As Aeroc, startled, tried to sit up, he restrained his limbs. With one hand, he grabbed Aeroc’s wrist and held it above, then violently pulled down the sheet covering his body. Aeroc, wearing only an unbuttoned shirt and otherwise completely naked, was startled and tried to close his legs. However, his firm abs prevented it.

“Why suddenly… Mmmph!”

His lips were blocked. The kiss, still bearing traces of semen, was rough. He sucked Aeroc’s tongue as if to pull it out, while simultaneously scraping his mucous membranes. It was qualitatively different from any kiss they had shared before. If his already half-ignited desire hadn’t flared up so intensely, Aeroc would have resisted the brutally crushing kiss. Instead, he inhaled through his nostrils, trying to appease his rough partner even slightly. He followed the tongue that roughly rummaged inside his mouth, soothing it, and gently bit his angry lips, pleading with pain. He gave no response. With a dangerously glistening gaze, he licked Aeroc while holding the bottle of oil in his other hand.

Slurp.

As he sat up, their naturally pressed lips parted, and Aeroc quickly whispered.
“If you let go of my hands, we can join faster.”
“How can I believe that? You’re still a liar.”

Aeroc frowned at the sudden accusation. As he expressed his incomprehension, he returned Aeroc’s own words.
“Don’t pretend to be innocent when you know what I mean.”
“Why suddenly…?”

He bit open the bottle cap with his teeth, then shifted his body to place his knee under Aeroc’s buttocks. Thanks to his thick thighs, Aeroc’s buttocks rose into the air, and his thighs automatically spread wide. His knees dropped. His penis also hung downwards, with his testicles above it. Aeroc couldn’t bear the terribly obscene posture and tried to pull away. At that moment, he didn’t miss his chance, pouring oil between Aeroc’s buttocks and then rubbing the tightly closed folds with his finger.

“Hmph.”

A tingling sensation suppressed his aversion to the posture. The thick fingertip was definitely a thumb. The thumb pressed firmly against the folds, and its nail-tipped end burrowed into the slightly parted opening. No matter how tightly Aeroc constricted the oil-soaked entrance, it was not enough to push back the increasingly deep finger. He roughly pressed with his thumb, then soon slipped a long finger deep inside. An unfamiliar sensation enveloped him. Aeroc trembled. As his index finger and thumb ruthlessly spread the opening, Aeroc felt as if his virginity was being forcibly taken.

“Be a little gentler.”
“I don’t want to be gentle with a liar.”
“A liar? That’s you.”

Aeroc vehemently protested the unfair accusation. It was very difficult to raise his upper body due to his elevated lower body, but Aeroc stubbornly raised his head as high as possible. And he confronted him, who was staring at him.

“There was no omega named Aeroc in the exile records. Not now, not before, not after. Even an omega with the same name is rare. Unless it’s a pervert who imprints on an eighty-year-old man or a child who died a few years ago.”
“What are you talking about?”

He frowned. At that moment, Aeroc realized he had made a mistake.