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C26: to love and to hate

C26: to love and to hate

The festive air of the city did not reach the Ruby Palace.

Instead of the cheers and sounds of banging drums, the atmosphere in the Ruby Palace was filled with ambiguity. The hot air turned cold, dropping by several degrees, as two figures appeared in a certain bedroom.

The wind blew hard and shut the windows and curtains, darkness enveloped every crook and cranny. The sound of snapping figures echoed as the candles at the bedside lit up in blue, cold flames. The soft glow illuminated two figures on the bed, one sitting on top of the other's laps.

They were none other than Ijekiel and Idris.

In this dark and ambiguous night, Ijekiel held Idris by the waist. Two hands roamed that sculpted figure; a body blessed by the gods. Each touch sent a thrill of shivers down Idris' spine, the fur cloak draped over his shoulders made the Guardian appear delicate.

With his lean and slim figure, the cloak enhanced his delicateness that Ijekiel could not bear to tear his gaze away. He soaked in this image of fragile beauty, burning this picture into his mind. The moment Ijekiel caught Idris' gaze, his lips curled into a gentle smile.

"You look as stunning as always," Ijekiel found that tonight, he had a pretty thick face. Flowery words escaped his lips as easy as breathing. "Shall we pick up the pace?" Even though he spoke like usual, Idris, who was in heat, shuddered.

He leaned forward until his forehead rested on Ijekiel's shoulder. A pair of arms snaked around the youth's torso, embracing the other tightly. "N, No," said Idris who was out of breath already. "This one... wishes to take it slow."

Ijekiel stiffened at the sound of that breathy voice, the heat below rising into his chest. He could not help but chuckle and stroke his lover's head. "Even if you're this close to climaxing already?"

Idris buried his face further into that dependable shoulder, flustered that Ijekiel noticed such a thing.

How could he not be this close to his climax when his little lover held him like so?

Held with such gentleness, filled with affection and care; how could Idris keep his cool? This was the person he had been waiting for for so many years. He could count on one hand how many times they had been this intimate in the past few months.

After abstaining for quite a while, he was bound to be sensitive to the point that even Ijekiel's voice could turn him into a mess.

And such a thing, how could Ijekiel not notice? Thus, the youth leaned forward, his lips touching Idris' red earlobe. Warm breaths tickled the Guardian's ears, causing him to tremble in Ijekiel's arms.

"Idris, you're so cute."

"Why are you shivering?"

"Do you like being held like this that much?"

"I'd hold you like this every night if you let me."

"Idris, I like your scent."

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of it."

"From now on, why don't we always take a bath together?"

"I'll wash your hair. Your face. Your neck. Your chest. Your waist. Your hips. Your thighs. Your calves. Your feet. I will even wash you in places like this." One of Ijekiel's hand trailed up from Idris' thigh to his crotch, the tip of his fingers brushing across the bulging part of his pants.

"Will you let me, Mister Fairy?"

Idris, who had been trying to hold it in, felt his heart tremble, followed by his body shuddering uncontrollably as he held onto Ijekiel tightly. "Nngh— Haa!" A wet patch spread across his pants, causing Ijekiel's lips to curve into a smile.