RHH | Chapter 5.4

A second finger followed, though the passage still clung tightly around him. Absalom moved his fingers relentlessly, anticipation coiling in his stomach as he imagined the pleasure to come. His swollen member throbbed, urging him to bury himself inside immediately—but if he acted on impulse, Leehwan would suffer.

This might be the first and last time they did this. Absalom didn’t want Leehwan to remember it as pain.

When his fingers brushed against a certain spot, Leehwan gasped sharply. The muscles around Absalom’s fingers tensed in response, gripping him tight. A slow smile spread across Absalom’s lips as he pressed down firmly, determined to draw out more of those sounds.

“Stop… enough! I don’t like that! Hey— Ah!”

Leehwan’s voice, usually calm and deep, escaped in a sound completely unlike himself. Startled by his own outburst, he quickly covered his mouth.

“Move your hand.”

At Absalom’s words, Leehwan’s eyes widened, his gaze filled with unmistakable refusal.

Absalom smiled softly and moved his fingers again, but all that escaped were muffled groans.

He wanted to pin that hand to the bed—to strip away any last barrier between them. Never before had he felt the need for magic as intensely as he did now, driven by greedy, unrelenting desire. Licking his lips, Absalom felt parched with thirst.

Having found the spot that made Leehwan shudder, the third finger slid in with far less resistance.

Absalom glanced down at his own throbbing, painfully swollen member and exhaled a hot breath. He was at his limit.

When his fingers finally withdrew, the stretched entrance twitched, as if pleading to be filled.

“Leehwan.”

Leehwan, who had been covering his mouth and turning his head away, flinched at the sound of Absalom’s voice. His flushed face, wet eyes, and reddened lips—every trace of ruin—was Absalom’s doing. The sight alone sent a wave of satisfaction crashing over him, clouding his vision.

Slowly, Absalom lowered Leehwan’s legs from his shoulders and pressed his body between them. Leehwan twitched, and even that small movement sent a jolt of pleasure through him.

Trying to steady his heightened desire, Absalom took a few deep breaths before speaking.

“Tell me if it hurts too much.”

“What, are you going to stop then?”

Leehwan asked in a weak voice. Absalom let out a heated laugh.

“I’ll try.”

Leehwan reached out and pulled Absalom into an embrace. The heat of his sweat-dampened skin against Absalom’s was indescribably good.

Craving more contact, Absalom hastily stripped off Leehwan’s shirt. Just as the fabric fell away, warm lips brushed against his ear.

Absalom shivered and let out a soft moan.

“Ah!”

“You look good.”

Leehwan smiled faintly and leaned closer to Absalom. The moment their bodies pressed together, Absalom lost his sanity.

Absalom pinned Leehwan down, pushing between his legs. The entrance, which had tightened slightly, resisted him. Absalom moved as slowly as he could, trying to control his overwhelming desire.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, landing on Leehwan’s body.

“Hey, Rlom.”

Just as the thickest part of his tip passed through the tight entrance, Leehwan called out to Absalom. Seeing the pained expression on Leehwan’s face, Absalom reluctantly pulled his lips away and spoke.

“Should I stop?”

He felt like he might die from the unfulfilled desire, but Leehwan still came first for Absalom. He forced a smile.

“You— No, never mind. You’re like this.”

Leehwan clicked his tongue. Absalom bit his lip. Was Leehwan upset because it hurt too much? As Absalom wondered, Leehwan stretched his legs and wrapped them around Absalom’s waist.

Confused, Absalom let out an involuntary moan as Leehwan pulled him in with his legs.

“Just get it over with. It’s worse when you go slow…!”

Leehwan gritted his teeth. His tightly closed eyes and clenched fists on the sheets spoke of his pain. But Absalom didn’t stop, moving his hips.

His thick member filled the tight entrance. The intense squeezing made the pleasure almost painful.

“Relax. Leehwan, okay? If you keep tensing up, it’ll be hard for both of us.”

“That’s easier said than… Ah!”

The moment the tip brushed against a certain spot, Leehwan moaned. Absalom quickly grabbed Leehwan’s hand and pinned it to the bed. Leehwan tried to cover his mouth but failed, glaring at Absalom. Unfazed, Absalom thrust in hard, closing the remaining distance in one swift motion.

“Wait… don’t move.”

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“It hurts, but it’s also hard to breathe.”

Leehwan muttered, feeling as if his chest was completely filled. He looked down at his slightly bulging stomach.

“To think something that big could fit inside.”

Those words, tinged with bewilderment, snapped Absalom out of his euphoria. He was inside Leehwan. His body had become a part of Leehwan.

“Ah…!”

Absalom moaned lowly and moved. He pulled back and thrust in hard. Leehwan cried out.

“I told you to wait—! Ah!”

Absalom’s member brushed against the spot that made Leehwan feel the most. Leehwan trembled and moaned. The sound was high-pitched and lewd, unlike anything he’d ever made before. He wanted to cover his mouth, but both hands were firmly pinned by Absalom.

“Let go of my hands, ugh! Ah! Slow down!”

Every time Absalom thrust, an overwhelming pleasure assaulted Leehwan. It didn’t feel like his own body anymore. The intensity of the sensation was almost frightening.

“Let go. Rlom, Absalom! Let go of my hands!”

Leehwan kicked Absalom’s back with his foot. Finally regaining some sense, Absalom stopped moving. His deep blue eyes, clouded with desire, turned to Leehwan.

“Let go.”

“Ah, your hands… Right, your hands.”

Absalom’s dazed eyes wandered away from Leehwan’s face. Leehwan struggled against his pinned wrists.

“I can’t touch you.”

“…Do you want to touch me?”

Absalom muttered as if entranced and released Leehwan’s hands. Leehwan pushed himself up, bracing against the bed. Absalom supported his waist.

Once Leehwan was upright, he cupped Absalom’s cheek. Absalom’s eager face resembled a dog waiting for permission to eat. Leehwan kissed his lips fiercely and spoke.

“I’m not going anywhere, and I won’t tell you to stop, so let’s take it slow. I might die like this.”

“I’m sorry. You said something so sweet, and I lost my mind for a moment.”

“Sweet? What did I say?”

“Is that important now?”

Absalom lightly thrust his hips. The sensation from his member, already inside Leehwan, sent a jolt through his prostate. Leehwan writhed under the overwhelming pleasure.

“Ah! Ah! Don’t do that there!”

“But it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“No, it doesn’t!”

“You’re lying.”

Absalom thrust again. Leehwan moaned helplessly as the pleasure surged through him. A hot hand stroked his member.

“You’re like this here. There’s no way it doesn’t feel good.”

Stimulated from both front and back, Leehwan’s body chased the pleasure. He clung to Absalom’s shoulders, biting and sucking the firm skin to stifle his moans.

“Ah. I like that.”

Absalom’s movements grew faster, driving Leehwan toward climax. His vision blurred. When he opened his eyes, tears streamed down his cheeks.

“Leehwan, ah, Leehwan, Leehwan…”

Absalom’s voice, mixed with wet sounds, called Leehwan’s name. Leehwan wanted to respond. He turned his head and pressed his lips to Absalom’s pale, firm neck, sucking on impulse.

“Don’t, Leehwan. If you keep stimulating me… Ah…”

“Absalom, Rlom, ah! Rlom…! Ah!”

Absalom thrust in hard. He pressed firmly against Leehwan’s most sensitive spot, moving his hips and stroking Leehwan’s member rapidly. The walls around Absalom tightened intensely.

Reaching the peak of pleasure in an instant, Absalom’s body trembled. His vision turned white. Driven by instinct, he thrust again, and Leehwan pulled him into a tight embrace.

His entire body was enveloped by Leehwan. Absalom felt as if he was being consumed by him.

The walls that had been squeezing Absalom relentlessly finally relaxed. Absalom slowly pulled out and laid Leehwan down. Thick, white fluid dripped down Leehwan’s inner thighs.

Seeing that, Absalom felt his lower body stir again. He glanced at Leehwan, who was lying limp with his eyes closed.

“Leehwan? Did you fall asleep?”

“…No.”

The reply came slowly. Leehwan sighed and opened his eyes heavily. Absalom could see the fatigue in his gaze.

Normally, Absalom would have thought it wrong to torment Leehwan when he was tired. But now, Leehwan’s languid expression only seemed lewd. Absalom hesitated.

“What’s that look for?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t ‘huh’ me. You’re still hard. If we keep going, I’ll really die.”

Absalom looked down. His member had stiffened again. When he looked up, Leehwan was giving him a disbelieving look.

“Your face… Stop looking at me like that. Is this the only time we’re doing this? If you don’t pace yourself, you won’t get to do it again.”

Absalom blinked. Unlike him, who had thought this might be the last time, Leehwan was talking about the next time.

Leehwan, who had been grumbling about seduction tactics, furrowed his brow.

“What are you smiling about? If you act like that again, I won’t let it slide.”

“Okay. I’ll do better next time.”

Absalom smiled softly and lay down beside Leehwan. The damp sheets should have been uncomfortable, but knowing it was Leehwan’s fluids made him happy.

After lying still for a while, Leehwan sat up. He took off his crumpled shirt and muttered.

“Next time, let’s take our clothes off properly.”

Absalom looked down at himself, his pants only partially undone. When he turned to Leehwan, he saw his red ears. After a moment of dazed silence, Absalom pulled Leehwan’s naked body into an embrace.

“Hey, Leehwan.”

“What?”

“I love you.”

It was the first time Absalom had said those words since the regression. Leehwan’s eyes widened. After a moment of stiffness, he mumbled.

“Why are you confessing out of nowhere like that? So awkward.”

“So, do you hate it?”

It was something he would never have dared to say before. Leehwan let out a hollow laugh and lifted his chin.

“Of course not. …I love you too.”

In the room still filled with heat, they shared a sweet kiss.

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Many of the imperial knights Lucien had received as additional reinforcements would never be able to wield weapons again. He took out a sheet of paper to request further support from Crown Prince Charles. However, as soon as he picked up the quill, he found himself at a loss for words.

Twenty imperial knights. Each one came from a distinguished family and possessed exceptional skills. Perhaps Charles would shift all the blame onto Lucien to avoid being held accountable for the failure.

As Lucien stared at the letter with only a greeting written on it, a knock came at the window. Wibaeng opened the glass pane and extended his arm. A messenger pigeon landed on it.

Wibaeng retrieved the letter from the pigeon’s leg and handed it to Lucien. After reading the contents, Lucien’s expression hardened.

“He’s ordering me to return immediately.”

It was Charles’s handwriting. Lucien could sense panic in the hastily scrawled words. This was unlike the calm and composed Charles.