Into The Rose Garden

Vol. 5 ITRG Volume 5 Chapter 10.1

The overwhelming physique was a force to be reckoned with simply by facing it. Aeroc stumbled backward, unable to stand properly. Instinctively, he reached out and grabbed the back of the chair behind him. Bend.y.k.e seemed as if he couldn’t stand the slightest bit of distance and repeatedly got closer. Bend.y.k.e buried his face in the already half-exposed nape of Aeroc’s neck. As the blade-like nose pa.s.sed near his carotid artery, Aeroc felt threatened, as if the razor-sharp teeth beneath would tear a blood vessel at any moment.

His opponent, who liked to pretend to be a gentleman, didn’t tear at his b.u.t.tons like a beast. Instead, he undid the small b.u.t.ton with one hand, his tongue licking the gap where Aeroc’s ear met the chin, as deftly as if he knew everything about Aeroc, even without seeing anything. His vest had already fallen to the floor. The hem of his shirt was dragged out with a lascivious squawk, like the hem of a seduced aristocratic wife’s dress. Through the gaping fabric, Aeroc could see his abdomen, rising and falling with his ragged breathing. A large hand slid over it. It was the visual stimulus, rather than the heat of his throat, that fueled his shame.

“What happened to the man who was so smug about taking off his clothes?”

“Shut… up.”

Aeroc’s lungs gasped at the unfamiliar sensation that washed over him like a wave. Not wanting to add to the other’s satisfaction by moaning, Aeroc bit his lower lip.

“I’m not going to be able to stick a single finger in your l.u.s.tful hole even when this night is over if you keep squirming like a virgin who doesn’t know anything.”

The unkind words turned into a giant hammer and struck Aeroc in the back of the head. His mouth fell open in shock, and then the promiscuous man smiled. Spreading his long fingers like a net, he raised Aeroc’s face like a goblet of wine.

“That’s a little better.”

Their tongues met before their lips. The flesh he had felt a couple times before slid effortlessly into his mouth. It checked the teeth and mucous membranes as one might check the safety of their possession, then clung to the tongue that wanted to be left alone. Bend.y.k.e’s kiss was a true reflection of his temper. It was insistent and rough. The real problem was that the kiss was having a profound effect on Aeroc.

“Mmm.”

Aeroc’s nasal pa.s.sages rumbled low as breath couldn’t pa.s.s his clogged mouth. His hands gripped the back of the chair. His half-closed eyelids, instead of dulling his vision, made his sense of touch more acute. The sensation of the wicked flesh meeting and mingling with his tongue, a stranger roaming his intimate mucous membranes, was still bizarre. It was bizarre, at times eerie, and sweet at the same time.

Bend.y.k.e was the first person Aeroc had ever made intimate contact with, intentionally or otherwise. It was embarra.s.sing, but perhaps his ignorance of s.e.x made him more susceptible. In any case, the current kiss wasn’t bad, which made the other man all the more repulsive. Aeroc should have been disgusted by every second of being with the man. His pride was being painfully stripped away.

Saliva connected between the two tongues rubbing hard against each other, then broke off. At just the right moment, Bend.y.k.e allowed Aeroc a moment of rest. He gave out a breathy exhale several times. The devil’s lips curled into a smile. It was a clear temptation.

“Ae…”

The obviously lower-ranked man attempted to insolently call him by his first name again. Unable to tolerate it, Aeroc stopped those lips first. Just like the other man did, Aeroc grazed his equally sharp teeth and skimmed the mucous membranes of his mouth. Slightly panicked, the other man flinched and tried to further the distance. Aeroc reached out and wrapped his hand around Bend.y.k.e’s neck to prevent him from escaping.

A m.u.f.fled sound echoed from his ma.s.sive chest. Through his half-obscured vision, Aeroc could see the other’s closed eyes, dark brows pressed together on either side of his brow in agony, dense lashes fluttering like b.u.t.terfly wings. It was an incredibly delicate reaction to find in Bend.y.k.e. Aeroc nuzzled the other’s neck, which was as big as his own thigh. He lifted his index finger slightly and felt the neatly trimmed hair. He expected it to be stiff as an aspen leaf, but it was unexpectedly soft.

Smack.

Their lips parted with an embarra.s.sed sound. Dark eyes that had sunk like dead winter leaves suddenly glowed a dangerous color. Cedar-like arms wrapped tightly around Aeroc’s waist. Standing stiffly on one leg, Aeroc returned the same sneer he’d received from his surprised opponent.

“You have a knack for surprising people. You’re always unpredictable.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. But with all that admiration, will you have time to properly wield that stallion of a phallus? I mean before this night is over.”

Aeroc was proud of himself being generous with others, but not with this guy. When he could, he would exact revenge. He didn’t want to lose, even if it would lead to unintended consequences. Shocked by the provocation, the other looked dumbfounded. But a cheeky grin quickly emerged.

“If you’re so worried, why don’t you take off my clothes instead of standing still?”

“How lazy and arrogant of you to make your employer do it.”

Even so, Aeroc reached out his hands.

The enclosed chamber quickly filled with heat. The Violet Room was small and cozy compared to the other rooms in the manor, but it was shockingly vast when one was wearing only a loose shirt. The thick stone walls provided a firm sense of privacy. Nevertheless, Aeroc bit his lower lip and stubbornly cleared his throat.

“You might bleed if you bite down like that.”

The low voice echoed in his ear, rough as if sandpapered with l.u.s.t. Aeroc wanted to snort at the hypocrisy of the man who was making his skin crawl, but he felt like he was going to break apart if he lost the slightest bit of caution.

A thick bead of sweat rolled down Aeroc’s neck and split the center of his chest, and Bend.y.k.e gently lifted Aeroc to sit his a.s.s across the table. A strong grip around his waist forced his back to fall backward.

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