Pr: Helen
His body didn’t feel like his own. Every nook and cranny ached with a dull pain, but at the same time, he felt drowsy. Rayan groaned and opened his heavy eyes. The dim vision became bright. He thought it was dark when he fell asleep—if that could be called falling asleep—but the sky had brightened again now.
Rayan’s hands twitched and he groped beside him.
“…”
The seat next to him, with no one around, was chilly. He stroked his palm over the empty coldness and thought back to yesterday.
Erich did not leave Rayan even for a single moment. Their lips met, his hands roaming over every inch of his body. When he was tickled and pushed away, he coveted that area even more persistently. Rayan was at a loss at the stimulation he felt for the first time, not knowing what to do, and occasionally moaned.
‘Like a puppy.’
Erich, who was watching himself squirm, removed his lips from his neck and blurted out. His hot breath tickled his fine hair. When he stretched out his hand to push him away, their hand intertwined.
“Mmm…”
A fever rose as Rayan recalled the vivid, but at the same time blurry, memory of last night. He rubbed his cheek on the pillow. The pure white bedding smelled of warm, crisp sunlight. After rubbing for a while to cool off, he curled up, hugging the fluffy duvet as tightly as he could.
“…”
The earlobes, which had been slightly red, had regained their natural color.
What he did with Erich yesterday was copulation. In the past three years, when he heard about the mating of humans on the street, or maybe even before he became an adult, that was, when they had just become lovers, Rayan wanted to sleep with Erich.
And last night, they did what Rayan had been wanting for years.
It was not as romantic as he had imagined. The intertwined gestures were raw and explicit, and there was barely any room for breathing to be exchanged.. Even the process of accepting the intruder was not easy for him. It was similar to how Asha helped him split his tail into legs a long time ago.
The moment Erich filled his body, he shook off the tears that physiologically threatened to come out. It felt extremely painful, but he was glad that he had finally accepted him.
But in the end, it was bittersweet.
Yesterday’s Erich was Erich, but at the same time, he wasn’t him. Also, what he said about having to get used to doing it with someone he did not love became, to put it another way, not loving Rayan.
“Are you awake?”
What a luxurious idea that was. Just seeing Erich alive and existing should make him happy, but he felt like he kept wanting more. Rayan shook his head to shake off his emotions. And so he didn’t hear the door open.
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When he heard the familiar voice, he peeked his head out from between the blankets and saw the face of the person who had brought him here yesterday. He thought he said his name was Jurgen. He couldn’t be sure, for the previous day was too eventful.
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“Aren’t you hungry?”
Contrary to his strict appearance, he was friendly. Come to think of it, he spoke highly of himself. It was a bit surprising for a human to use honorific speech on him.
“Yes. A little.”
His stomach growled as if laughing at his cautious answer. When Rayan smiled shyly, Jurgen walked away quickly, saying he would get ready quickly.
***
It wasn’t long before Jurgen came back. He was not alone as he returned while he was clutching his aching back and groaning. Those who followed him placed something on the table as a delicious smell wafted through the air. While Rayan’s eyes were still wide open, those who had finished their work left immediately and only Rayan and Jurgen remained.
“This way.”
In the process of Jurgen helping Rayan up, the blanket fell down, revealing his naked body without a single thread on. Instead of being embarrassed by the traces of the night before, which were closely engraved, he offered a muslin.
“I don’t know if it will suit your taste.”
The first thing that caught his eye was the delicious-smelling consommé.
“I heard you like it.”
“From whom?”
Jurgen smiled without saying anything and gestured lightly. Rayan turned his attention to the table. Not only consommé but also various seafood dishes. In general, it was the things he enjoyed eating. He especially paid attention to the pies and cookies filled with jam.
“You should eat dessert after your meal.”
When his hand started to move as if it were going to go nowhere, Jurgen noticed it and immediately controlled it. Before Rayan could react, the consommé was pushed directly in front of him, as if telling him not to think about anything else.
Well, this was not bad either. Rayan looked at the jam pies and cookies with eyes dripping with regret, and eventually picked up the spoon. Rayan’s eyes sparkled as he swallowed his first mouthful. Everything he had tasted so far was delicious, but this was nowhere near the same level.
Seeing that his reaction was positive, Jurgen explained further from the side. After boiling vegetables and chicken, the chef… etc. Rayan listened in one ear and out the other. His senses were all on his tongue.
On the other hand, there was anticipation. The consommé was so delicious, what about those desserts? Maybe it was so sweet that it made his tongue tingle. He was already looking forward to it.
The corner of Rayan’s mouth twitched.
“You’re not even a child. Why do you like sweets so much?”
A voice suddenly fell to the top of his head. Rayan lifted his eyes from staring at the dessert. Unlike himself, who was barely covered in a muslin, Erich was perfectly dressed from head to toe.
He had brilliant blonde hair, as always, and even dark blue clothes that matched the color of his eyes.
“Your Majesty.”
He did not hear the door open. As if Rayan was not the only one who did not notice, Jurgen also called out to him with a quite startled expression. Upon closer inspection, Erich’s body glowed like a remnant of light.
“Leave, Jurgen.”
Erich kicked Jurgen out as soon as he arrived. It was only a brief word, but Jurgen obediently retreated. Creak. The door was closed. The only ones left were Rayan and Erich. The space was spacious enough for running, but when he thought that only the two of us were left, he felt awkward.
Moreover, the memories of last night kept coming back to him. The pieces were put together into a scene that was embarrassing to look at with his eyes open. Rayan hastily lowered his gaze. He moved his hand to scoop the consommé, but it was in vain.
“Why did you come?”
Rayan, unable to bear the awkwardness, eventually opened his mouth first. When he woke up, he almost felt a faint resentment toward Erich, who wasn’t by his side, but he barely suppressed it and didn’t let it show.
“I’m coming into my bedroom. Is there any problem?”
Ah. Now that he thought about it, Rayan was not the owner of this place, but a guest. However, he asked Erich about the purpose of his visit as if he were the owner.
“Then I’ll go out…”
“Sit.”
As soon as Rayan hesitated to get up, Erich made him sit back down with simple words. Rayan eventually put his butt back down because he was determined that he would force him to sit down if he insisted otherwise.
“Again, yesterday you spoke very well, but today you are showing poor manners.”
Rayan’s cheeks twitched.
They were not strangers, Erich had been his lover, and since Rayan still had the habit of speaking informally since then, he had to be conscious of it.
But yesterday, he didn’t even have the time to recall the etiquette he had learned so he had slipped back into his old ways. The best he could do was not to call him by his name.
“Relax.”
“Yes?”
“I mean that you should get rid of such strange manners that make people wonder.”
“Mm.”
Rayan did not know what kind of whim it was, but it was a good thing anyway. The fact that Erich sat on the highest throne among humans did not really impress him. A look of bewilderment flashed across Erich’s face as he spoke softly without a moment’s hesitation, but it was only fleeting.
“Finish eating. Don’t leave anything behind.”
He wanted to ask if he wanted to eat together, but Rayan held back. He continued the conversation casually, but every time he saw him, his feigned composure was shattered.
Erhart looked down at the round top of his head.
He ate better than the last time, when he had to repeatedly prepare dishes focusing on whatever they had. He had to feed him more to make him gain weight on his skinny body.
“…”
Everything from the way the spoon was held to the order in which it was held went against etiquette. Compared to those who placed their lives on the line for respect, Erhart was not the type to be strict about etiquette, but the sloppiness was obvious. Still, he did not feel like pointing it out one by one. Even if he wanted to turn away because he did not like seeing it.
While Erhart was pretending to not see anything, the other’s eyes were focused on the tray filled with cookies and jam pies, as if he had barely finished eating. When he lightly pushed it in front of him, he quickly grabbed it and took a bite.
There were cookie crumbs on the corners of his mouth.
“You keep getting it on your face. Messy.”
He unconsciously reached out his hand and brushed away the crumbs left around Rayan’s mouth, but then stopped. He couldn’t understand his actions at all. He was not only neat, but sometimes even stubborn, but now he was naturally brushing away crumbs from around someone’s mouth. Did this make sense?
What was more absurd than that was Rayan’s attitude of sticking out his chin as if he was used to that behavior of someone wiping for him. Erhart’s stomach turned at the sight.
Who could it be? No, did he really need to question it? He had a rough guess. Or perhaps it was a certainty.
‘El.’ It was clear that it was him.
Erhart clicked his tongue and withdrew his hand. Rayan also jerked his head back, as if he had finally come to her senses. The sneaky glances made his stomach churn even more, but Erhart swallowed it. The atmosphere, which had become slightly lighter as the conversation progressed, became as frozen as the weather outside.
“You.”
“It’s Rayan…” The other person mumbled his name as if he wanted to be called, but Erhart had no intention of doing so, at least not yet.
“El…”
“…”
“What kind of person was he?”
Just “wake up” and realize that you were jelly of yourself the whole time lolol
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thanks for the translation
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