You Belong to Me

“It’s not difficult. First, give me your hand.”

Eren cautiously raised his hand and held it out to him.
Kazen’s pale hand wrapped around Eren’s small one.
Then he placed it gently on his thigh.

Eren could clearly feel the firm muscles rippling beneath the thin flannel.
It was a body he had touched countless times, yet strangely, his heart pounded.

Just like that night, when he had imagined Kazen and Harold together and felt desire.

“Slowly, stroke it gently so you don’t startle him.”

Kazen instructed in a low voice, slowly sliding Eren’s hand over his thigh.

“…Yes.”

Slowly, Eren’s slender fingers crept along the inside of Kazen’s thigh.
Beneath his trembling palm, he could feel the heavy weight of his flesh.

He had seen Kazen’s member while helping him change, but touching it was a first, and a sudden fear surged within him.

“You’re doing well.”

But because of Kazen’s voice, he couldn’t stop.
Eren slowly stroked Kazen’s length as it began to harden.
Gradually, it grew larger, taking on a distinct form.

“Take off my pants and touch it directly.”

“B-but….”

He didn’t have the confidence to look directly at it.
As Eren hesitated, Kazen gently wrapped a hand around the back of his neck.

“It might be easier if you pretend I’m Harold.”

Thinking of it that way only made it feel more difficult.
Eren quietly felt Kazen’s member pulsing beneath his palm, his heart racing as if it would burst.

If it had been anyone else, he might have stopped there, but because it was Kazen’s, he could touch it.
No, he wanted to touch it.
He wanted to reach Kazen’s most intimate place.

But despite that resolve, he couldn’t find the courage.
So he hesitated, fidgeting with the waistband of Kazen’s pants instead.
Kazen, who had been stroking Eren’s nape as if tickling it, urged him on.

“Surely you haven’t forgotten how to take off someone’s pants?”

“Ah, no. I’ll do it.”

He had taken Kazen’s clothes off and put them back on dozens of times.
Hadn’t he just been undressing him moments ago?
So it should have been nothing, yet he couldn’t understand why he was hesitating so much.

Eren first unfastened the remaining buttons of his shirt.
Then, slowly, he grasped Kazen’s pants and began with the button.
Whether from nervousness, his hands kept slipping.

Kazen leaned back slightly, watching Eren intently.
His persistent gaze only made Eren feel more embarrassed.

Finally, looking at Kazen’s fully swollen member through his loosened pants, Eren swallowed dryly.

“His pants….”

He was about to ask if he needed to remove them completely, but Kazen cut him off.

“Put your hand inside.”

“Ah, yes.”

Following Kazen’s command, Eren slowly slid his trembling hand inside his underwear.
Inside the thin fabric, he felt an astonishingly warm heat.

He hadn’t inserted his hand very far when his fingertips touched hot, soft flesh.
Though it was his first time touching an erect penis, because it was Kazen’s, he didn’t find it repulsive.

“When erect, the senses become heightened, so don’t handle it roughly. Slowly stroke it all the way down to the tip.”

As if entranced, Eren obediently stroked Kazen’s member as instructed.
He slid his hand down the steadily stiffening shaft.

His member twitched inside Eren’s palm as if alive.
As it grew in size, the heat seemed to intensify.

Eren moved his hand along the thick, veined shaft.
It was so large that he had to go down quite far before his fingertips reached the soft glans.

As he traced the protruding shape, his fingers brushed the tip.
The sticky fluid pooled in the indentation clung to his fingers.

Startled by the unfamiliar sensation, Eren flinched and withdrew his fingers.

“Hah….”

Kazen’s low sigh was thick with humidity.
The thought that he had aroused Kazen made Eren’s own stomach churn.

And simultaneously, a storm of emotions swept through Eren’s chest.
Along with the excitement of seeing an unknown side of Kazen, Harold’s gentle face came to mind.

He knew that Kazen and Harold were already in a deep relationship, so he felt it wasn’t right for Kazen to be doing this with him.

So he looked up at Kazen and cautiously spoke.

“I can’t… go any further, Your Grace.”

“And why can’t you? Are you getting cold feet now?”

He could have spoken indirectly, but he simply wanted to be honest with him.
After all, Kazen had been the first to mention Harold’s name.

“…Because I’m troubled by His Highness Harold.”

Kazen stared at Eren with an expressionless face, then let out a short sigh.

“Enough. Go wash your hands and come back.”

Still feeling Kazen’s member twitching beneath his palm, Eren startled and pulled his hand away.
A thick, opaque fluid clung to his fingertips.
He didn’t know what it was, but because it came from Kazen’s body, he didn’t find it dirty at all.

“Ah, yes. I’ll go wash.”

Eren quickly turned and headed to the washbasin in the corner of the room.
While he washed his hands, Kazen silently changed into his pajamas.

As Eren silently washed his hands, he happened to glance down and saw his own arousal, his face flushing bright red.
Fortunately, Kazen hadn’t noticed.
Just imagining how much Kazen would have teased him if he had seen was mortifying.

The sensation and temperature of Kazen’s member, which had touched his palm, kept coming to mind, and his excitement wouldn’t easily subside.
Did Kazen truly feel nothing?
Was he able to do this with Eren even while sharing his heart with Harold?

Thoughts swirled chaotically in his mind, and Eren washed his hands over and over.
Wishing away the lingering sensation that seemed to hover in his palms.

After a long sigh, he dried his hands and approached the bed.
Kazen, who had been lying still, turned his head.
He seemed to have no intention of leaving the room.

“Um, are you planning to sleep here tonight?”

“Yes. I moved your room specifically so we could sleep here. So lie down.”

Kazen gestured as if asking why he was stating the obvious.
Eren had no idea that had been his reason for moving the room.
Bewildered, Eren hesitated, then approached the bed.

“Well, if you plan to sleep standing there, I won’t stop you.”

Kazen truly seemed intent on sleeping here.
Unable to sleep standing, Eren reluctantly took off his shoes and lay down on the bed.
He belatedly remembered that he had forgotten to change into his pajamas, but he didn’t want to get up again, so he just closed his eyes.

Still, it was far better than his previous palm-sized bed.
There was plenty of room left even with two people lying down.

“Your Grace, if I may be so bold, may I ask you one thing?”

Eren finally brought up the question he had wanted to ask all along.
Kazen, who had been staring at the ceiling, slowly turned onto his side to face Eren.

“What is it?”

“I’m curious why you thought I harbored feelings for His Highness.”

Though he had asked on impulse, it was something he had kept hidden in his heart all along.
Kazen opened his mouth with an expressionless face, as if asking why he was bothering with such a trivial question.

“You were always hovering around him, so it would be strange not to think so. More than anything, it’s strange that Harold pays attention to you. He has no reason to.”

It seemed Kazen was deeply bothered that Harold paid attention to someone as insignificant as Eren.
In fact, Eren knew as well.
That if not for Kazen, someone as noble as Harold would have no reason to take an interest in him.

“That’s only because His Highness Harold is kind enough to care even for someone like me. His Highness Harold himself said he only looks after me for your sake, Your Grace.”

It might have sounded as if he was defending Harold, but it was the truth.
He hoped this answer would clear up Kazen’s misunderstanding.

Listening to Eren’s calm reply, Kazen lay still without any particular reaction.
He was silent for a moment, lost in thought, before finally speaking.

“Eren, you are mine. Your body, and your heart too, are mine. So there should be only me inside you.”

His tone was grave, yet his attitude was selfish and stubborn, like a child throwing a tantrum to keep a doll he held.

“You must only breathe by my side, only think of me. Live only for me, until I no longer need you.”

Kazen’s demands, which he would normally have accepted without question, felt painful to Eren today.

He had so little time left now, and as that time grew shorter, Eren would only become more useless.
Before he became unnecessary to Kazen, he felt that leaving him first was the right choice.

“…Yes, Your Grace. Then goodnight.”

Eren answered quietly and closed his eyes.
Hoping Kazen would say nothing more, he deliberately pretended to sleep, not moving a muscle.