Chapter 531

As if to confirm that his words were no lie, a sudden chilly fragrance wafted up and mingled with the scent that Yuder was about to capture. Although intangible, it insinuated itself unabashedly. Naturally, it was the scent released by Kishiar.

Yuder felt a sensation as if invisible fingers were tickling his very core. He suppressed a voice that almost involuntarily escaped his lips.

No matter how much he bit the inside of his lips and tried to restrain his surging emotions, it was futile. A part of him that had been parched rejoiced as if a drop of refreshing water had finally quenched its thirst. The fragrance that was about to subside abruptly disobeyed his command and rushed towards the familiar scent.

Visibly, neither seemed to move, but in the unseen realm, it was a different story altogether. If another Awakener with a second gender capable of sensing scents had been present, they would have doubted their senses upon detecting two scents that intermingled so freely they filled the Commander's office to overflowing.

Twisted together like two ferocious beasts in combat, yet quickly blending into one intoxicating scent, each fragrance stirred something deeper within its owner.

Yuder, with his uniquely tinted eyes, slowly scanned the man as he rose from his seat.

"Shall I come to you, or will you come to me?"

The voice, lowered to an almost oppressive level, tenderly offered choices. Amidst his boiling impatience, Yuder turned his gaze toward the closed door of the Commander's office.

No one would casually enter. Kishiar had just finished his paperwork, and Yuder had long completed sorting his correspondence. There was nothing left to do until their departure for the Imperial Palace.

'And then...'

As if contemplating something more for any unforeseen situations, the moment he saw Kishiar's tilted head and rising red lips as if awaiting an answer, everything came to a halt.

Fire surged within his chest.

By the time he regained his senses, he was already kissing Kishiar, his arms around the man's neck.

Kishiar entangled their tongues deeply as he pulled Yuder close, his back arching so Yuder could embrace him tightly. Far from feeling restricted, Yuder welcomed the confining arms around him.

The moment their bodies met, a tingling sensation surged from their interlocked tongues, flooding his throat and belly. It felt as if the muscles that had been supporting him were all melting away.

Yuder's dark eyelashes trembled like a small boat in a violent storm as he strained to look into his partner's face. When he tightened his grip around Kishiar's neck, eliciting a faint hum, Kishiar swallowed every bit of that sound, ensuring none of it escaped.

Their legs, tangled in an unyielding desire to get even closer, wobbled. Yet even as he seemed about to fall backward, Yuder had no concerns for what might happen next; he knew the arm around his waist would skillfully guide him to prevent any fall or injury.

As expected, their bodies, swaying and spinning, managed to tumble onto the sofa without parting their lips or suffering any harm. Only then, as if sinking into water, did their lips finally separate with a plush sensation.

"Haah, ha..."

"Haha... There was no music, but for some reason, it felt like those times we practiced dancing, doesn't it?"

Yuder lay sprawled on top of Kishiar, panting for breath. Kishiar, sunk deep into the cushioned sofa, also mixed laughter with his heavy breathing. The absurd sight of a man lying atop another in such disarray should have been comical, but Yuder couldn't take his eyes off Kishiar's golden locks and crumpled clothes sprawled on the sofa.

It was a beautiful sight. Even the few rays of sunlight pouring over him seemed to exist solely to make him look even more beautiful and complete. An absurd thought, but one that couldn't be helped.

Yuder instinctively reached for his face but halted when his arm got tangled in the draping folds of his outer garment. Looking down, he realized he was no less disheveled than Kishiar.

As Yuder involuntarily furrowed his brow, Kishiar reached out and pulled off the entangled garment. Hearing the sound of the black fabric fall lifelessly, Yuder finally touched his face as he had wanted. He gingerly caressed Kishiar's cheek with his rough fingertips, and the man tilted his head slightly as if leaning into it. He let out a breath that seemed to come from a deep place within, and his eyes were not much different from Yuder's.

The eyes, aflame with an entranced heat, yet not knowing what to do with the object of their desire, called out Yuder's name.

"Yuder..."

"..."

The warmth felt against his palm soon turned into another kiss. The electrifying first brush of their lips became a searing imprint by the second, and by the third, it was as fluid as water on the skin, leaving them both speechless.

As if the utterance of his name had pulled the trigger on something, Yuder collapsed into Kishiar's arms. It was as though the man had been waiting, as he took Yuder in his arms and kissed his cheeks and neck.

The intensified scent enveloped them, and in response, sweat broke out. Yuder moaned as he hungrily explored the man while simultaneously being explored. His entire being seemed to open up toward him. He had no way to stop the cascade of sensations flooding him from within. It was as if he were standing at the edge of a massive waterfall.

Even the heat he felt below his waist couldn't stop him. Yuder willingly spread his legs, pulling Kishiar closer through the opening in their clothes.

"Mm... Ah..."

Though still separated by cloth, the intense contact momentarily blurred his vision. Yuder recognized the sensation. It was the same pleasure that had taken root in his body throughout their vacation, becoming as familiar as another hand or foot.

With swift and rough movements, he cleared the obstacles between them. Both of them were hard to the touch, as if poised for a climax. Despite the illusion that Kishiar's was too large for Yuder's not-so-small hand, the moment he touched it, it twitched noticeably, and unbelievably, it grew even larger.

The moment they touched, Kishiar, who had been pressing his lips to Yuder's rapidly beating chest, suddenly let out a feral breath and tensed his body. Hands that had been wrapped tightly around Yuder's waist moved under the fabric. Even without touching the same area, the intention behind each caress was unmistakable as their hands continued to explore.

He had gripped her sweat-soaked waist and back, and every time he caressed her, Yuder flinched reflexively, moaning at the sensation of the touch. Their lower bodies, pressed together, rubbed against each other, offering pleasure. This repeated motion soon became a familiar rhythm.

"Ah..."

Yuder, having forgotten even the thought of removing his clothes, continued to sway his body, following the movement of the hands caressing him. The liquid that flowed from the front soaked his underwear, and the two intimate parts made a continuous, slippery, and lascivious sound.

It wasn't just the front that was wet. Inside, where he knew the sensations that would follow, it felt as if sweat was oozing out, accompanied by a feeling of yearning, contracting and relaxing repeatedly.

Yuder moaned, feeling as if his head was about to explode, and buried his forehead in Kishiar's shoulder. As he gritted his teeth and rubbed his waist, the hand that had been caressing his back pressed gently somewhere between his spine and wing bone.

"...!"

That spot had always been one where Yuder reacted strongly ever since they had been intimate. The moment it was pressed by the fingertip, an intense sensation erupted, making his body convulse uncontrollably.

Gasping for breath, Yuder bit down on Kishiar's neck. An illusion of burning overtook his vision as something hot exploded within him.