No One But Me

Once the electrifying pleasure surging along his spine had passed, a wave of exhaustion followed. Eren rested his cheek against Kazen’s broad shoulder, catching his breath.

Belatedly realizing he was brazenly nestled in Kazen’s arms, he tried to lift himself. But instead, Kazen tightened his arm around Eren’s back, making it impossible to move.

“Not bad for a first time.”

It was a compliment from Kazen, the first in a very long time, if one could even call it a compliment. Eren recalled the first compliment he had ever received from him.

‘Your mana reserves are considerable. Your output speed and sustain are also quite impressive. I’ve never seen anyone as usable as you.’

Those were the words he had heard when charging the mage-stone in Kazen’s pistol in the forest where they first met. Perhaps it was then that Kazen had decided to bring Eren back to the Ducal residence.

“…I’m sorry.”

Eren apologized cautiously, his voice slightly subdued. His heart was still racing wildly. Through their touching chests, his heartbeat must have been transmitting to Kazen as well.

“What are you sorry for?”

Kazen asked, fidgeting with Eren’s dry back. His touch was bold yet playful. Even as he felt drained, the ticklish sensation on his side almost made him laugh.

“For dirtying the bathwater. If you’ll wait outside for a moment, I’ll prepare fresh bathwater.”

Eren struggled to grip the edge of the tub and slowly rose. As their touching chests shifted, he heard Kazen’s low chuckle.

“Where do you think you’re going? We need to review what you learned yesterday.”

For a moment, unable to remember what he had learned yesterday, Eren’s eyes widened. Then, the moment he felt Kazen’s hot, hard member twitching against his belly, he remembered. He had touched it just the day before.

“Or, should I teach you something else instead?”

Kazen’s arm, which had been stroking Eren’s back, slowly slid lower. His hand, tracing down his spine, firmly gripped his buttock.

“You’ve never used the front, so of course you’ve never used the rear either.”

At the word ‘rear,’ Eren’s face flushed scarlet once more, unbidden. Innocent as he may be, he wasn’t so naive as to not know how men coupled. Though, of course, it was only hearsay.

“Your Grace, that place is….”

“You said you had no intention of preserving your chastity. Now you’re thinking of saying no?”

Kazen’s slender fingers parted his buttocks, roughly probing the tender flesh hidden between them. The area, never before yielded to another, felt even more sensitive.

His fingers pressed firmly into the downy soft groin and, moving upward, finally traced the tightly closed folds.

“Y-Your Grace….”

Startled, Eren instinctively reached out and grabbed Kazen’s arm.

“Are you thinking of saying no again this time?”

Eren lifted his head. Kazen’s icy blue eyes, cold enough to freeze, reflected his image transparently.

It was absolutely not that he disliked Kazen. No, rather, he was relieved to be able to give his first to him. But regardless, the act that awaited him was unfamiliar and frightening.

“It’s my first time, so… I’m a little scared.”

“It’s only natural that I take your first. Have I ever taught you anything that would harm you?”

Eren had surrendered countless firsts to Kazen without ever questioning him. So he could not dare refuse him now.

“…No.”

Eren answered quietly, removing his hand from Kazen’s arm.

“The water’s gotten cold. Let’s continue on the bed.”

As if annoyed, Kazen stripped off Eren’s robe and tossed it out of the tub. The cool air hit his wet skin, and Eren’s shoulders trembled.

“Wrap your arms around my neck. Unless you want to fall.”

Before he could even understand Kazen’s words, Kazen wrapped his arm around Eren’s waist and lifted him up in one swift motion. Water splashed out of the tub, and for a moment, Eren’s body tilted backward.

“Ah.”

Hurriedly pulling Kazen’s shoulders, Eren clung to his body. Kazen draped a dry towel over Eren’s shoulder and strode forward.

“I must be heavy. I can walk.”

“Heavy? You’re lighter than a musket.”

Frankly, as light as Eren might be, he couldn’t be lighter than a single musket.

Kazen calmly opened the bathroom door, walked to the bed, and dropped Eren onto it as if tossing him aside. The bed barely sank, so he truly wasn’t that heavy.

Tossed onto the bed with a towel, Eren first checked the table. It had been cleaned, perhaps by Brennen in the meantime. All the lights except the fireplace had been turned off, leaving the room dark.

Looking around the room, Eren glanced up at Kazen standing beside the bed and swallowed hard.

“Did you stay too long in the tepid water? Your face has gone pale.”

“Ah, no.”

Kazen moved closer to the bed as he spoke. But that wasn’t the reason Eren’s face had gone pale. He was simply terrified by the massive member standing upright against Kazen’s lower abdomen.

Even when he had touched it yesterday, he had thought it was large, but seeing it in person was shocking. During his military service, Eren had often seen naked bodies during group baths. But he had never seen an erect one before, and he had never imagined one this large.

And to think it was Kazen’s. Eren felt like pinching his thigh to see if he was dreaming.

“There should be something useful around here.”

Whether knowing Eren’s thoughts or not, Kazen muttered quietly and rummaged through the bedside table drawer. Soon, he took out a small glass bottle and returned to stand where Eren lay. Then, biting off the stopper with his teeth, he lightly opened it and poured its contents over Eren’s body.

“What is this?”

Having just washed, Eren looked up at Kazen in confusion, doused in cold, sticky liquid. Though he didn’t know what it was, it felt sticky and gave off a strangely sweet scent.

“It’s scented oil for the body.”

Answering curtly, Kazen grabbed Eren’s ankles and pushed them upward. At his rough handling, Eren ended up in an embarrassing position with his knees bent and legs spread.

When Eren tried to close his legs in embarrassment, Kazen firmly gripped his thighs and spread them apart. Red fingerprints remained on Eren’s tender skin.

“Don’t lower your legs. Keep them like that.”

With his strangely authoritative attitude, Eren didn’t even dare think of resisting. He only nodded, his eyes wide open.

Meanwhile, Kazen spread Eren’s buttocks apart. His private area, never seen by anyone, was now completely exposed.

“Is this also the first time for you to see this place?”

“Ngh, yes….”

Face flushed with shame, Eren raised both hands to cover his face.

“Move your hands.”

Kazen whispered lowly, once more stroking the place his fingers had touched before.

“But….”

“I want to see what expression you make.”

Eren cautiously lowered his hands from his face, and Kazen’s face filled his vision. The eyes he had always thought sparkled beautifully like sapphires now gleamed with a dark, sticky heat he had never seen before.

Just locking eyes with him made his stomach churn again, burning as if set aflame.

“Ngh.”

Without warning, Kazen’s long fingers began to bore into the tight entrance. Whether thanks to the slippery oil, his fingers slid inside smoothly without any resistance.

Though they were slender fingers, oddly, they felt as if they were filling him completely. He could feel every detail: his prominent knuckles, the shape of his long nails.

“Your Grace, ngh….”

His fingers curved, then straightened, probing inside as if searching for something. The bizarre sensation, beyond anything he had ever imagined, sent goosebumps down his spine.

“Your front is sensitive, and this place is sensitive too. Are you sure you’ve never used it before?”

Kazen whispered, pulling his fingers slightly outward before thrusting them back in deeply.

“Hngh, yes….”

He couldn’t believe it was none other than Kazen exploring his insides. Eren, gripping the sheets, let out ragged breaths.

Without touching anywhere else, Kazen focused intently on stirring his inside. The sticky liquid squelched as it rubbed against the tight interior, making lewd sounds.

“Hnn, Your Grace….”

“Just from touching your rear and you’re already this undone.”

Kazen looked down at Eren appreciatively, smiling faintly. His expression was one of satisfaction, like a predator watching its caught prey squirm.

“You’re not thinking of showing this side of yourself to anyone else, are you?”