TYND 63
by Cherry—Theon… Let’s not go out today. Chi-chi says it’s really hot outside…
It was a drowsy and lazy voice.
—We’re still on holiday, aren’t we? Let’s just stay in bed…
Soft bare skin touched the nape of his neck.
Theon opened his eyes and white hair that was spreading in ripples filled his view and he realised, it was that dream again.
So it wasn’t my fantasy. Then why couldn’t I dream of this until now?
All this time, no matter how fervently and earnestly he prayed, he hadn’t dreamt of it again. What changed was the location.
I guess I’ve to pray in the chapel?
The night before, he’d prayed to Seará in the chapel inside the mansion. While still half-sceptical, he’d moistened his hands with holy water, offered a short prayer, and left, but once again, the future had appeared in his dream. Theon looked again at Rothy’s appearance that he hadn’t seen properly in the first dream. White flowing hair down to his shoulders, the eyes with their upturned corners, and a more defined nose bridge.
He was definitely different from the cute and loveable appearance he knew now.
But still……
All he wanted was to confirm how Rothy would look like as a young man. What he didn’t understand was why it had to be in this situation.
Just like in the first dream, it began at a somewhat awkward situation where they were both naked. He’d thought his sexual desire was long gone, but seeing the young man before him stirred his heart. Because the future Theon desired Rothy, his own consciousness, having entered the other’s body, seemed to feel the same desire.
—Theon?
The future Theon hurriedly removed Rothy’s arms wrapped around his neck and climbed on top of him. Those emerald-green eyes, more vivid than when he was young, were suddenly filled with panic.
—Seriously… it’s morning…!”
Rothy tried to push against his chest, but his strength was barely there. He’d already positioned himself between Rothy’s legs, one hand gripping his now swollen cock while the other held Rothy’s thigh. Even in this urgent moment, his present-self thought,
His thighs are still so thin.
He didn’t know how far in the future this was, but Rothy was still too skinny. Looking down through the vision of his future-self, he thought his cock looked too big and thick compared to Rothy’s frame. How the hell was he supposed to fit inside? His present-self wanted to pull back, but his future-self did the opposite; he forced his way into the tight hole, urgently spreading it.
—Hnngh, Theon…!
Rothy bucked his hips against him. Hmm, it was tighter than expected. Last time, it seemed easier because he must’ve thoroughly relaxed his hole first. Theon wanted to pull out when he saw Rothy twisting like he was in pain even though it was only just the tip inside.
But his future-self didn’t stop. He plunged his cock all the way to the hilt, feeling the tight, hot walls clutching around him. Rothy’s lower belly was bulging slightly from the sheer size of his cock. When Rothy raised his arms to push him away, his future-self instead caught both wrists with one hand and pinned them down. Then he roughly rammed his cock upward again.
—Aaahgnh…!
Theon couldn’t believe it. Rothy was clearly in pain, but his future-self disregarded it completely. What kind of bastard had he become in the future? He wanted to take over the body immediately and comfort Rothy, promising this would never happen again. Just then, the future Theon pulled Rothy’s up into a seating position and settled him over his thighs while he was still inside him. He then wrapped a thick arm around his lower back, making Rothy lean into it.
—……
The future him whispered something. Sounded like he asked, ‘Does it hurt?’
—It doesn’t hurt. It feels so good, but why’re you in such a hurry…
It didn’t hurt?!
Rothy’s insides were squeezing his cock so hard it felt like he could bite through the shaft.
It had to hurt.
Was Rothy lying about not being in pain because he didn’t want to disappoint his future-self? He seemed to believe so, but the future Theon accepted Rothy’s answer completely at face value. He then pressed his lips against Rothy’s cheek and began to move his hips.
That movement made Rothy flinch.
—Don’t move yet… you need to give me time to adjust, mmhm?
—……
—No, I’m sorry, don’t. You don’t have to be sorry if you just don’t mo— Aaaah!
Apparently, his future-self didn’t even have the patience to wait for Rothy to adjust to him. He reached for the nightstand, grabbing a bottle, he scooped out a fat glob of lube and dragged his hand down to where they were joined. Pulling out slightly, he rubbed the lube along his shaft, then smeared the rest over the stretched, raw hole.
—Nnnhng… that’s better.
Rothy’s moan now had a different energy to it—it was almost sensual. Theon, trapped in his future-self’s body, stared blankly at the older Rothy: his flushed cheeks, wet eyes, those plump lips moaning and groaning away…
Then a large hand cupped the back of Rothy’s neck firmly. With the other, he held Rothy completely to stop him from moving freely. Even grown, Rothy was still small compared to him, so even sitting on his thighs, his crown barely reached his eye level.
Theon buried his nose in the white hair, inhaled deeply, and began moving his hips urgently.
—Ah, nngh! Mmmhm! Hnnngh…!
He fucked him in different ways—sometimes shallow, sometimes deep to the root, sometimes pulling out to the tip before ramming back in, and sometimes grinding slowly. When he tried changing angles, Rothy almost screamed. It was because the inside was too tight.
At first, he moved slowly, but later it became so intense that wet slapping sounds were echoing around the room.
–Ahngh! Ah… Theon…! Ah…!
Rothy tried to resist by shaking his head, but Theon already had his arms locked against his sides, keeping him trapped. Shaking hard in his arms, Rothy’s whole body suddenly tensed. His cock, rubbing against Theon’s belly, shot out cum.
Splurt, splurt…
Theon slowed down slightly, letting Rothy ride out his climax. Grabbing his chin, he kissed the tear-streaked cheeks, eyes, ears, and lips of his lover. Basking in the afterglow of his orgasm, the younger man looked dazed but still opened his mouth to kiss him back.
However, Theon didn’t wait long for him to recover. Instead, he wrapped his arm tighter around Rothy’s torso while supporting the back of his head with the other.
Schlop, schlop, schlop!
He slammed his hips with heavy force.
—HAAAAAAAH!
Rothy cried out again. Each time Theon rammed into him, wet squelching sounds from the mix of lube and cum rang out.
—……
Future Theon said something. Or more like he groaned something. His present-self was beginning to lose it as well. Every time he hit the deepest part, the inner walls clenched tightly around his cock, and when he pulled back, it clamped down like it didn’t want to let go.
Had he ever felt anything like this in his life?
If he could, he wanted to bury his entire body into that tight, hot passage. Each time he thrust in, he could see his cock made a bulge just above Rothy’s navel, but he still desired to go deeper and deeper inside. He wanted to imprint himself into Rothy’s deepest part… That raw desire from his future-self was bleeding into his mind.
—Uhhh, aaah…! Sl–slow down… please, Theo— Ahh!
Rothy shook his head while trapped in Theon’s arms, his body swaying each time he moved. Theon stared down, drinking in every line of his features, carving them into memory. Tears were streaming down the young man’s face, but knowing they weren’t tears of pain, Theon didn’t stop.
He kept pounding and pounding. Rothy’s cock was already standing again before the cum on it had even dried. Sexy moans of pleasure continued to pour out of his ruby red lips, and even saliva was escaping his mouth, trailing down his chin.
Seeing that, Theon leaned his body forward.
—Ahngh…!
The younger man writhed, barely able to bear it, even though the angle had only been changed slightly. Theon licked away the saliva at the corner of Rothy’s mouth before devouring his lips.
—Mmmph…!
Because Rothy’s mouth was so damn small, Theon felt his tongue completely filling every bit of space. All this while, his hips never stopped moving as he drank in each desperate whimper and throaty groan that escaped Rothy’s lips.
Feeling the tight hole spasming around his cock again, Theon eased his grip slightly. Rothy’s hands immediately moved to grab at his forearm and shoulder. The gesture seemed both like pushing away and holding on, but either way, it was too weak to mean anything. All it did was make Theon more aware of the heat and softness of the skin against him, arousing him further.
He finally cum when Rothy was nearly out of breath. Burying himself to the hilt, he emptied everything as the younger man’s body shook and gasped for breath.
—Haa, ha, hnnngh…
With his head rolled back and barely breathing, Rothy trembled under Theon’s touch as he held his neck gently and brushed a hand down his flushed cheek.
—……
His future-self kept whispering something that gradually calmed Rothy’s breathing. But he still hadn’t fully caught his breath.
Slowly, Theon carefully laid Rothy down.
—Hnnggh…
Rothy squeezed his eyes shut and let out a shaky moan, then looked up at him.
—Aren’t you pulling it out?
—……
—What was that? It’s cause…
—……
—Your Grace’s weapon’s deadly……
Deadly weapon?
Theon smiled and kissed Rothy on the lips.
—……
His future-self then whispered something else which caused Rothy to shoot him a reproachful look. Future Theon laughed as he hugged and comforted Rothy. But just then, his present-self noticed something strange.
It was Rothy’s body. Besides growing up, something else had changed. He wanted to look more closely. As if answering his wish, his future-self began touching and running his hands over Rothy, sliding over his back, his chest, his forearms, and even lifted one of Rothy’s arms.
—Hurggh… don’t touch me like this with that inside… I can feel it every time you move… It’s still so big even after you cum…
—……
—Theon… I really can’t anymore…
Rothy whined.
Future Theon looked at him lovingly and kissed him on the wrist.
It’s clean.
Theon realised it then. He hadn’t noticed it in the first dream, but Rothy’s body was free from scars. No burn marks, no healed gashes, no traces of experiments remained. Just skin as clear and fine as dew… Well, except for the few flushed patches from their lovemaking.
When Theon ran his tongue over the spot he’d just kissed, Rothy pulled his arm away with a slightly alarmed expression. He tried to hide under the duvet but was pulled out gently by Theon.
—I mean it. No more for today…
As Rothy whined under his breath, his future-self was already preparing for another round. But his current-self couldn’t focus. All that was on his mind was Rothy’s soft and smooth skin that was flawless. Old wounds couldn’t be healed even with holy power.
So, how did this happen?