“I haven’t.”
“Then, uh, how about we take this a little slower, okay? I’ve never done that stuff either, so maybe we can call it here for today—”
“I refuse. I still recall what happened to me the last time I withdrew. I won’t be falling for that again. In any case, I’ve come prepared.”
Craig calmly reached over to the nightstand and pulled a bottle out of a drawer. It was filled with a viscous, honey-like liquid that flowed slowly to the side as he tilted the bottle. I asked what it was, and he nonchalantly told me it was a special sort of balm.
When the hell did you set that up? How long have you been preparing for this?!
“It’s something of a luxury item,” he said, “but this is our first time, after all. I decided not to stint myself.”
He uncorked the bottle with a pop.
A scent filled the room, and my body reacted instantly.
Ah...
“You like this fragrance, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” I said slowly.
It was the scent of roses.
As the aroma drifted over to me, my thoughts melted away. It was practically a reflex at this point. Normally, even just the sight of roses would take me back there—but right now, I was lying on a bed, shoved onto my back, with someone straddling me. It was like Pavlov’s something-or-other—my body was conditioned to react to this situation, and it obediently submitted.
Craig watched in satisfaction as my muscles relaxed. He briefly stroked my hair, then drizzled the bottle’s contents into the palm of his hand. After smearing and spreading it around his fingers for a few moments, he judged it was ready. His lubed hand dipped down, and finally, I felt a finger pry its way into my tight, puckered hole.
Immediately, a potent unfamiliarity gripped me, and yet my knees jolted and trembled.
“Nn, gh, augh...”
“I’m sorry,” Craig murmured. “Is it too much?”
Too much? Of course it’s too much. I’ve never done this before—it all feels so weird, so strange.
Pain, discomfort, and countless...other sensations jostled for my attention—all unpleasant, of course. Cold sweat beaded on my forehead. But—
“Nh, I... I’m fine...” I groaned out. “I can...take it...”
—I had to behave myself. I had to let in all the strange new feelings. I had to be brave. And then at the end, I’d get to hear that voice praising me, telling me I’d been such a good boy. I’d get to feel those arms wrapping around me and holding me tight. That was what experience told me. That was how it worked.
I inhaled with a small sniffle. Even though my mind felt full to bursting, I put up with the sensation of his finger swirling inside me. Craig looked pained as he watched my face, but he didn’t let up, adding more balm now and then to continue toying with me.
I couldn’t say how long that went on for. But eventually, his fingertip brushed against a particular spot, and something new raced through me, entirely at odds with all the discomfort I’d felt up until then. My body twitched and bucked.
“Hwah...?” I moaned.
“Ah, excellent. So it is there.”
“Wha... What’s happening...? Wait— Hnn, ah!”
Now that he’d found that spot, Craig focused all his attention on it. Pleasure surged through me—I went from half-flaccid right back to fully hard again and dribbling. It felt like I was losing control of my body. I started to say No, I’m scared... But that wasn’t what I was supposed to say here.
“Yes...more...”
I mumbled almost unconsciously, but Craig’s sharp ears picked up those words. He stared down at me, eyes wide. Suddenly, his finger slid out of me.
“Damn it...” he swore.
He’d said the balm was expensive, but now he upended the bottle and dumped it all out onto my stomach. He dropped the empty bottle to the floor with a clunk. The balm hadn’t been warmed up at all, and my body tensed at the cold, wet sensation, but I immediately had bigger things to worry about. He spread more balm on his hand, and then I felt a fingertip press inside me once again. But this time, it wasn’t just one—a second stretched me open, maybe a third. They moved independently of one another, each stimulating that sensitive spot in turn.
“A-aah! Don’t...add— Haah, no!”
“You’re the one who provoked me,” Craig snapped.
He was being unreasonable, but I instinctively started apologizing. “I’m sorry,” I whimpered.
I heard a sigh. His fingers twirled around, spreading me open even more, and then finally withdrew.
Heaving breaths spilled from my lips; relief filled me as the pleasure retreated. As soon as I closed my eyes, I started to feel a little drowsy. I wanted to just give myself over to it—but Craig had no intention whatsoever of letting me. I distantly heard the sound of fabric rustling.
“Huh?”
Something hot and firm pressed against the gape his fingers had opened, and my bleary mind instantly snapped back to alertness.
My eyes nervously drifted downward. What I saw down there definitely didn’t belong to a woman. As I took in the monstrous, menacing shape of it, the color drained from my face.
“N-No, no way! Craig, don’t! Hold on—”
“It’s all right. I’ve loosened you up properly.”
“It’s not all right at all! You’re expecting too much from me! There’s no way I can take that! Please, don’t! If you stick that into me, I’ll break— I’ll die—!”
I struggled, terrified, but Craig pinned me down.
“It’s all right,” he said once again, despite all evidence to the contrary. “If you die here...then I shall simply have to bring you back to life.”
A tight yelp spilled from my throat, but Craig wasn’t waiting any longer.
With a wet shlup, his thick, burning-hot length pushed inside me, prying me open. His fingers had just finished stretching me out a little, and although it was a squeeze, I wasn’t so tight that he couldn’t advance. Slowly, inch by heated inch, I swallowed him up.
I moaned helplessly, not knowing how to stop. Finally, the thickest part of his shaft plunged inside. I sighed with relief, mistakenly thinking I was over the worst of it—but Craig, seizing that brief opening, bucked his hips forward all at once, pounding up into me.
“Agh, guh!”
The impact left me gasping, the air rushing out of my lungs. Sparks danced in front of my unfocused eyes. I had no idea where I was anymore.
I trembled and shuddered, forgetting to breathe, until a few light slaps on my cheek dragged me back to reality.
“Are you alive, Lord Heinreid?”
“H-Hell if I know...” I mumbled.
“Ah, good, you’re all right. Nothing’s torn. Don’t worry—I won’t move too quickly. Let’s keep it gentle for today. It’s a bit much for me too...”
“Of course it is, dumbass—! Ngh, owww...” I groaned.
My hole, spread wide around him, was screaming that it was at its limit. There was no way he hadn’t torn something—that had to be a lie. My sight blurred as tears welled up from the pain. I blinked them away, and they trickled away down the sides of my head. With my vision a little clearer, I saw Craig’s face looming over me. I locked eyes with the man making me feel this way. He was staring at me with a gaze that could only be described as devouring.
Slowly, he leaned in closer and sucked away the tears lingering in the corners of my eyes—first one, then the other, with an almost ritual air. He started to move down, intending to latch onto my lips next—but he suddenly froze in place. I looked up in confusion. He bit his lower lip with a strangely hesitant, faltering expression, clearly trying to think something through.
Wait, is he...?
A possibility surfaced in my mind.
“Pff... Hnffh...”
Yeah, that’s probably—no, that’s definitely it.
As I became more and more certain, laughter started to bubble out of me. Laughing made my insides tremble as well; I tried to keep myself under control, but my chuckles turned into a weird groan partway through. Craig gazed down at me suspiciously while my shoulders shook.
Suddenly, something about him looked absolutely adorable. I reached a hand up to his cheek.
“You’re worried I’m going to get you back, aren’t you?” I asked.
“No, I’m not...”
He denied it, but the truth was written all over his face.
That day—when Craig had shown up at the manor to wake me up—he’d thought he was the one in control, but I’d nearly stolen the initiative from him. He’d remembered that just now, and that was why he’d hesitated to kiss me.
Ha ha... What the hell? He’s the one pinning me down, pounding into me, and making me his bitch—but he’s still getting hung up on that? Damn. I thought he was just cocky and full of himself, but younger guys can actually be pretty cute, huh?
Despite the situation, despite our current positions, I suddenly wanted to spoil him a little.
“It’s okay,” I said. “I’ll behave myself today...”
C’mere.
I opened my mouth and waggled my tongue back and forth, beckoning him in.
Craig’s eyes widened for a moment. He made a small, frustrated noise in the back of his throat, then dove down into a ferocious kiss.
“Mnn, hh, mm...”
As promised, I obediently surrendered myself to him. He nibbled at my lower lip and sucked on my tongue as his mouth clamped onto mine. His saliva flowed down, and this time, I swallowed it willingly. I was letting him do as he pleased, and he definitely wasn’t bad at it—but seeing how frantic he was, a little mischievous impulse sprouted within me.
As his tongue pressed into my mouth as far as it could go, trying to devour me, I suddenly dug my teeth into it. I didn’t bite hard enough to hurt, but Craig froze for a moment, caught by surprise. I seized the opening and sucked on his tongue from below, as hard as I could. Our saliva mingled, and an undignified shlurping sound rang out as I lapped at him. Craig jerked back away from me with an adorable flustered noise.
“Now you’ve done it...” he growled.
His face was flushed red, and he wiped his wet mouth with the back of one hand. He looked absolutely precious. I swallowed down the remaining spit and smiled up at him.