You Are Hot Then You Are Cold

Vol 4 (Side Story 1): Propose day (3)

I'm so sinful for this 🥹🥹

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"Take off your robe."

Ash's voice is exactly the same as when he's in rut. There's a strangely coercive tinge in his voice that spreads in a low reverberation, making goosebumps run through his body. His fingers twitch, Karlyle's body unconsciously freezes up.

"I'm going to add one if you don't follow me right away."

Does he mean physical punishment? That statement catches Karlyle off guard-Ash never struck him as the type to raise a hand to anyone.

"What?"

"Don't even ask."

Ash's voice is kind, giving an ominous edge to his words. His soft smile puts an inexplicably gentle pressure on Karlyle.

Karlyle isn't afraid of getting hit. He is strong against pain. It's common to be injured during soccer and other sports. In particular, he had broken his bones several times when he rode horses. That's because Alexander's mother was a pretty cantankerous horse. But for some reason, thinking that Ash is going to hit him makes his heart tremble with anxiety. For Ash always treasures him and treats him so gently.

With a slightly feeble hand, he takes off his robe. The bathrobe slides down and spills across the bed. Ash looks at it for a moment, then he puts on a strange smile and pats his thigh.

"Now lie down."

"....Are you telling me to lie there?"

"I'll add one."

Instead of affirming it, Ash calmly increases the number by one. Karlyle falls silent. Ash just taps his finger on his thigh, implying that Karlyle needs to lie down there, and doesn't say a single word. Karlyle keeps lifting his butt slightly then goes back down, unable to work up the nerve to lie down. Embarrassment has risen to his throat. It'll be such a shameful sight. What's more, Ash's still wearing clothes. Meanwhile, Karlyle is the only one naked, completely vulnerable lying down on Ash's thigh.

"You're taking too long. I'll add one more."

Ash's smiling face and voice are as friendly as usual, but only his tone is different. Feeling a little stung, Karlyle looks at Ash with sad eyes. Seeing his face like that, Ash narrows his eyes for a moment. "Hah." He lets out a troubled sigh, shaking his head. Then he rubs Karlyle's cheek.

"I don't mean to hurt you. Okay? Don't worry."

"....Okay."

Ash's soothing voice relieves the sadness inside him. Only then does Karlyle reluctantly climb onto the bed. Hesitantly, he kneels down on the bed and crawls onto Ash's thighs. Staring at the white sheet, his face flares up. He's just lying on his stomach, but the embarrassment is eating away at him. There's a furious blush crawling up his face. The nape of his neck is so hot that it hurts.

Ash doesn't do anything right away, instead, he twists his body slightly to grab something behind them. Karlyle can hear the sound of a plastic lid snapping open. He lifts his head slightly to see Ash's face, frighteningly neutral. Ash is squeezing something into his hand concentratedly. It's a lubricant.

"Ash?"

"Lie still."

His hand that squeezed out the lubricant goes down to Karlyle's hip. At the same time, his other hand grabs Karlyle's chin.

"I have to loosen you first."

Everytime Ash raises his soft voice, a chilling shudder spreads through Karlyle's body. Ash's fingers stroke his skin, his body jumps at the spark it sends through him. Ash holds his jaw. Their eyes meet, as if they are connected as one. Karlyle can see affection in Ash's eyes. That once again calms his anxiety down. But just before he can relax, something pushes into his hole. It's Ash's finger.