Long ago, while eating with Xion, there was a time I got lost in thought and ended up with my face smeared all over with sauce. Back then, I thought nothing could be more humiliating than that.
But now, it was exactly five times more humiliating than that.
No, ten times.
No, twenty times.
“Rein.”
“I want to disappear.”
Reinhild twisted his body and flopped onto his stomach.
If he still had magic, he might have run away somewhere with a teleport spell.
Even then, Xion would have caught him quickly, but still.
“Rein, look at me.”
When no answer came back, Xion kissed the nape of Reinhild’s neck.
“Rein.”
When he placed a hand on Reinhild’s waist, which still had not cooled down, he felt him flinch.
Xion pulled Reinhild’s clothes all the way up until his shoulder blades were fully exposed, then kissed his back over and over.
With the texture of those kisses added to the wet smacking sound that made it feel like he was doing it on purpose, Reinhild’s insides grew tight and stifled. He hugged a pillow in both arms and buried his face into it.
“Stop…”
When the small voice was hard to hear, Xion wrapped an arm around Reinhild’s chest and pulled him tight against himself.
In a sulky tone, Reinhild muttered once more.
“I hate being the only one who’s impatient.”
Crack.
It was the moment the desire Xion had been holding down, worried he might hurt Reinhild, finally exploded.
As if speaking for Xion’s heart, the bed frame, crushed under his roughened magic power, tore loose with a dull sound.
“The bed just now, ngh!”
Reinhild tried to sit up in surprise, but the pain at the back of his neck made him lower his head again.
‘He bit me!’
And not by some wild beast or monster, but by Xion.
Until now, when Xion bit him, it had only been a stinging tingle that felt like teasing. Reinhild panicked and gripped the pillow hard.
Xion’s breath brushed over Reinhild’s shoulders, tensed with strain.
“Rein… Reinhild.”
Instead of waiting for an answer, Xion lifted the prone Reinhild and laid him flat on his back.
Reinhild was still clutching the pillow tight, hiding his face.
Thump.
Xion kissed the pillow and stroked Reinhild’s stomach.
When his fingers touched the semen that had splashed up that far, he felt the sticky texture.
Reinhild jolted and yanked the pillow up.
He had only wanted to confirm what was happening with his own eyes, but Xion did not miss the chance. He pushed his lips toward Reinhild’s face, exposed through the gap.
“Hngh.”
With Xion forcing his way between Reinhild and the pillow, Reinhild ended up with his arms looped around Xion’s neck while still holding the pillow.
Thinking that to anyone watching, it might look like he had rushed in first and hugged Xion, Reinhild dropped the pillow he had been gripping so hard.
As soon as both of Reinhild’s hands were free, Xion stripped off Reinhild’s top and tossed it over the bed.
“Xio…”
Even while he was too overwhelmed to properly say Xion’s name, Reinhild felt wronged that he was the only one ending up like this again.
If he was going to be embarrassed anyway, it would be better if they were embarrassed together.
Even while he was suffocating and unable to think straight from the tongue digging into his mouth, Reinhild reached out and grabbed the hem of Xion’s shirt.
Noticing the movement, Xion bit down hard on Reinhild’s collarbone instead of his swollen lips.
“Ahh!”
“How much more are you trying to make me impatient, Rein.”
Xion caught Reinhild’s wrist as he tried to pull his hand away from the shirt and whispered in a low voice.
“So you won’t be the only one embarrassed, take mine off too.”
That was strange. He thought Xion would be embarrassed like him if he tried to undress him.
Xion’s reaction was strange.
‘This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.’
After hesitating for a moment, Reinhild grabbed the buttons on Xion’s shirt.
Maybe because his whole body had been trembling for a while, or because he could not put strength into his fingers, his body would not move the way he wanted.
After fumbling uselessly several times, Reinhild finally managed to undo a single button at the very bottom.
Pop.
In the end, when Xion yanked his shirt hard, all the remaining buttons tore right off.
“Finish taking it off.”
With an even more tense expression than before, Reinhild fiddled with the edge of the shirt.
Lying down, even tugging at the collar was difficult.
In the end, Reinhild had to sit up and face him, taking off Xion’s clothes while sitting across from him.
It felt strange.
Even then, his arms trembled because Xion could not keep still and kept stroking his waist.
“That’s enough.”
“There are still the pants, Rein.”
“Even the pants?”
“Weren’t you the one who didn’t want to be the only one undressed first?”
That was true. If he took off Xion’s pants now, he would be able to see Xion even more undressed than himself.
It was a good chance.
It definitely was but why did it feel like he was being fooled?
“Rein, hurry…”
With Xion urging him on by kissing his cheek, Reinhild missed the chance to say it felt suspicious. After hesitating, he placed his hand at Xion’s waist.
“…”
No matter how hard he tried not to, he could not tear his gaze away from the bulge in the exact center of Xion’s pants.
It was the first time he had stared at between Xion’s legs like this, but that shape was not what it originally looked like.
Definitely not.
Swallowing dryly in tension, Reinhild pulled down Xion’s pants.
But Reinhild’s resolve was blocked in less than a second.
‘What do I do?’
Xion’s pants, caught on what had swollen up, would not come off easily.
After a moment of thinking, Reinhild lifted his head toward Xion to ask for help.
He furrowed his brows, trying to look serious, but to Xion it only looked like Reinhild was about to cry.
“It won’t come off.”
“Ha…”
Before Reinhild could even interpret what Xion’s breathy sigh meant, Xion pulled him into his arms and toppled over onto the bed.
In an instant, Reinhild ended up buried between Xion and the bed, flailing.
“Hooah, ngh,”
Unlike Reinhild, who took a long time just to put his hand on the pants, Xion grabbed and stripped them off in an instant.
Not Xion’s pants, but Reinhild’s.
“Gasp, no!”
Right now, it did not matter who took off whose pants first.
The bigger problem was that what was inside his pants had been caught by Xion.
“Wait, Xion!”
Even as Reinhild struggled to pry off the hand gripping his buttocks, Xion paid no attention and bit Reinhild’s shoulder.
He thought he had gotten used to showing his naked body to Xion, and to Xion touching him all over, but he had never felt this humiliated before.
When Xion grabbed one cheek and spread it, Reinhild was so shocked he almost leapt off the bed.
But because he was held tightly, he could not even do that as he pleased.
“Ah, uah,”
Xion finally pushed his hand in between.
Reinhild raised his knee as if building a wall between himself and Xion.
“Hhnn… don’t…. It’s disgusting.”
“Rein isn’t disgusting.”
“My feelings are disgusting!”
Even at the confession that he felt awful, Xion only laughed, haha.
Enjoying someone else’s suffering, he really was worthy of being called Demon King material, recognized by the Demon King.
“If I told you I’m more impatient than you are, would you believe me?”
“I do. I believe you, so… st, ngh,”
Because his eyes met Xion’s at the worst moment, he could not finish telling him to stop.
A gaze so intense it looked like it would pierce right through the Demon King.
Keeping his eyes fixed on Reinhild, Xion put two fingers of his right hand into his mouth.
Saliva pooled on his tongue, wetting his fingers and running down over the back of his hand.
Watching that made Reinhild’s body keep heating up.
‘Wow….’
Why was that? Had Xion’s burning gaze transferred to him?
‘No… I really can’t….’
Thud.
In the end, the two arms he had stretched out to push Xion away dropped onto the bed.
Understanding that as permission, Xion smiled and took hold of Reinhild’s knee, spreading it open.
“Ahh!”
In a place Reinhild had never once imagined anything would ever touch while he lived, Xion’s finger made contact.
It was the very finger he had just wet with saliva.
Before Reinhild could even adjust to the sensation, the middle finger pushed its way inside.
“Xi-Xion… thiiis…”
“If it hurts, wrap your arms around my neck.”
It did not hurt. It was just humiliating. But the moment the words left Xion’s mouth, Reinhild hugged Xion’s neck.
Xion lowered his body so Reinhild could cling more easily, then pushed his fingers deeper.
There was no time to shout that was not a place for putting things.
His face was hot, his head was dizzy like his brain was running around, and yet the sensation inside that hole was strangely vivid.
From the finger inside curling like a hook and rubbing around in there. To a second finger forcing its way in beside it just as he had gotten used to one.
And each time two fingers spread and made a gap, the sensation of cold air slipping inside was enough to make his skin crawl.
With a horrible, pulling feeling low in his abdomen, Reinhild bit Xion’s shoulder as if taking it out on him.
“Hah.”
Instead of complaining about the pain of the bite, Xion kissed him with a breath that sounded like laughter mixed into it.
It was unfair. He bit him for nothing and only ended up more breathless.
He could not even tell which felt more suffocating, the tongue digging deep into his throat or the fingers probing a place he could not speak of.
“Ahh, mmph.”
Each time the fingers, now increased to three, thrust and stirred inside, a muffled moan leaked from between Reinhild’s lips.
Maybe his patience had reached its limit, because the speed of those fingers grew faster and faster.
“Stop, stoop-”
Only when Reinhild’s voice wavered on the verge of tears did the fingers finally slip out.
Without giving Reinhild even a moment to catch his breath, Xion yanked down the pants that were swollen to the point of bursting.
Come to think of it, Reinhild had not been able to take off Xion’s pants earlier.
Sprawled out on the bed, panting, Reinhild stared blankly downward, then froze.
He was flustered.
“What is that…?!”
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