You Are Hot Then You Are Cold

Vol 5 (Side Story 2): Chapter 4.2

Only you can love me this way

"What I want to eat is you, Lyle."

Karlyle's body stiffens at the unexpected answer.

".....Ash, you need to eat first."

"If I don't get a taste of you, I don't think I'll have an appetite."

Ash's voice sounds fine for a moment, then suddenly becomes hoarser. Seeing his vulnerability, Karlyle can't hide his embarrassment. What should he do? Karlyle rarely does it in this posture, just sitting down on Ash makes him shy. Isn't this posture too lewd?

"You are sick, Ash. You need to rest first."

Karlyle stutters, fluttered. Below his pants, he can feel how Ash is getting hard. That vivid presence dyes his earlobes in red. He averts his eyes, not knowing where to put his hands.

"You think so?" Ash asks.

"You have to, Ash."

"Then you move, Lyle. Like this."

Ash grips his waist and makes him move. He lightly lifts Karlyle's waist up and presses it down. Karlyle bites his lips, the nape of his neck flushes. Meanwhile, Ash gently runs his hand down Karlyle's back and digs into his clothes. Ash's hand touching his bare skin is incomparably hotter than usual. It feels weird. With even the slightest touch, the fever simmering beneath Ash’s skin makes him burn.

"But, Ash, uhm, first, you should…."

He can't let the patient overdo himself. But Ash doesn't care, he skillfully strokes his skin under his shirt. As Ash runs his fingertips along his sensitive spine, Karlyle gasps, his back bends over. In an instant, his stomach tightens, his bottom becomes heavy. The fire in him, which has been lingering ever since Ash's erection lurched between his ass, has flared up. His body is so excited right now.

"You move, Lyle."

Ash’s voice is deep, both from fever and desire. His fingers slowly scratch lines down Karlyle's back, then they move to the front. They gently touch his abs, his strong stomach. Ash rubs his abdomen with deft fingertips, then dips them down. His hand brushes against Karlyle's dick, which is hidden behind his clothes and has already become slicked with precum.

"Ah," moaning, Karlyle bites his lips. He feels like an animal like this, unable to control his lust and becoming horny before a sick person, but he can't move his body. Instead of shaking Ash off and climbing  down, he helplessly grinds his ass on top of Ash. He doesn't know what to do. In the meantime, Ash loosens his belt. He peels Karlyle's bottoms open, then pulls Karlyle, still in his suit shirt, flush against him.

Being pulled forward, Karlyle falls to his knees. Now stuck on all fours to keep himself from smashing into Ash, his palms land on Ash's bare upper body.

"Turn around." Ash commands in an amicable-sounding but strangely powerful voice.

"Wait, Ash, let me take off my clothes…."

"Come on, darling. Won't you listen to the patient?"

Karlyle's heart immediately weakens at the word "patient". Unable to take off his clothes, Karlyle hesitantly turns around with his pants undone. He isn't sure what Ash is up to. He turns around, then sits on top of Ash with his back to him.

"You're pretty."

Ash praises him, then he moves. With a puzzled face, Karlyle tries to turn his head around. But at that moment, Ash pulls Karlyle's pants halfway down, then pulls his ass close to his face.

"What are you trying to do….!" Karlyle startles.

Karlyle hurriedly fumbles on the bed to avoid sitting on Ash's face. But Ash is faster. He pulls Karlyle by the waist, and makes him take a position that is too humiliating for words. Karlyle panics at the sight of his ass touching Ash's face. Although they have made love countless times, Ash has never attempted to put him in a position like this since Karlyle is too embarrassed to let him.