Scandalous.
Scandalous, but unfortunately too cute for his own good, was the only way the blonde could describe himself at the moment.
In his extremely imaginative mind—which was right up there with the creativity of one D-29—it was as if his top had been torn to bits by a wild beast, shredded into pieces and never to be seen again.
But in reality, the innocent top had just been rightfully and properly displaced while remaining as intact as it could possibly be.
Moreover, instead of hearing something akin to demanding a surrender, Kyle, the sly beast that he was, instead murmured, "We should prepare for a bath now, don’t you think?"
"Ahn! Wait—"
Now, Ollie could’ve believed such innocent words if not for the lips grazing his bare shoulders.
See, it wasn’t like they’d never done this before. In truth, undressing was something Kyle normally did for him after he’d gotten comfortable with the fact that his then-boyfriend really wasn’t one to bite.
And since all mornings were lazy mornings and his responsible boyfriend, ahem—husband, had since been in charge of everything related to him, this shouldn’t have been any different.
But today, this man was touching places he hadn’t touched before. And the poor, innocent blonde, who was supposed to be running away, was instead acting like a lunatic and rubbing back.
"...?"
Wait. What?
Yes. Rubbing back.
Ollie furrowed his brow, finding it surprising after realizing the situation didn’t seem right. Instead of running for his life, the allegedly innocent mop was doing his best to rub up against his man’s body. It was as if failing to be in contact would spell distress and demise.
"Huh?"
Now... how come he was doing that when, in the novels he’d read before, they didn’t seem to be that eager? Wasn’t it supposed to be terrifying?
Unfortunately for the thinking blonde, his thoughts were apparently obvious on his flushed face to the point where his newly-bonded husband couldn’t help but say, "I see that you’re distracted. It’s probably because I’m not trying hard enough..."
"!"
"Hah!"
"Nngh!"
"Wait, you’re already—!"
Ollie Mylor, the bright star of DG, naively thought he’d already reached his limits as he writhed uncontrollably. But much to his surprise, just when an erect peak he’d ignored all his life was pinched, the hand that had held his waist since the beginning went for something else that had his eyes unfocusing.
"!!!"
"Ahp!"
As Kyle’s hand reached for his manhood, Ollie yelped, blushing a deep crimson while melting against that too-sturdy chest.
But as if not realizing the predicament the mop was in, Kyle simply kissed his neck, asking softly, "Are you okay?"
The inexperienced Mylor didn’t know how to answer because it felt like his body was on fire.
But as if the universe understood his dilemma, a beep sounded from one of the rooms as a cleaning robot rolled out.
"Ah. It seems it’s done cleaning our room," Kyle said, looking to the side.
"Room?"
"Yes. Just past this hallway would be my room. And now, it’s yours too."
The towering man with frisky hands said that with a small smile, and Ollie could only manage a dazed, "Oh."
"Do you want to rest first while I take a bath?"
Kyle kept him close but stopped his more daring movements, giving the mop a breather and a chance to decide for himself.
Thankful for the momentary reprieve, the blonde, who looked more like a strawberry now that he was seeing his reflection in the mirror, gulped but nodded in agreement.
He panted while being swept up by Kyle, who carried him like a princess. He’d always been carried like this, but today it felt like he’d be carried to face a private trial.
Was he going to be okay?
The practically undressed blonde had been expecting something—anything—but was surprised when he only ended up being deposited on the large bed with a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose.
"???"
Was that it?
That couldn’t possibly be it, right?

Just how pent-up am I that it’s gotten to this point?

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