The Next Prince, Chapter 36 pg4
The Next Prince, Chapter 36 pg4
Minutes passed before Charan finally agreed to pull away. The handsome young man slid his attractive face closer, lowering it to the forehead, allowing his frameless glasses to rest on the bridge of his nose.
“If we don't stop now, I won't be able to.” Charan muttered with a voice as deep as a desperate lion offering a last escape to the victim. The young man told himself he would stop, even though the true desire burned within his body, almost to the point of self-immolation.
“...”
“Nin? If you aren't ready... I won't...”
“And who said I would stop? Who said I'm not ready?” This time, Khanin conceded without waiting for Charan's words to finish, using his young hands to explore both sides of Charan's face that had once belonged to him. He slid down to his waist and forcefully grasped his hip, uttering words that cut through the last strand of resilience like a sharp knife.
“...”
“Because I am here. Now... because I want to be yours.”
“...”
“I won't stop, so Phii, you can't stop either, ah...” With that, Khanin's whole being was pulled down onto the floor, his fair and untouched skin exposed and enveloped in the thick arms.
His little heart skipped a beat, unable to beat when he tilted his face to the left and caught sight of a large reflective mirror that showed his entire body. His face was pale and flushed, wanting to speak words of reassurance, but was interrupted by the person behind him.
“Phii Ran… I... ah.”
The tip of his nose touched and rubbed against the backside of Charan's earlobe, inhaling the scent of his clean body, smelling the same soap brand as his own, yet the sensations received were fundamentally different.
Khanin's entire body smells sweet... and strangely intoxicating.
“Beautiful...” The thought slipped out of his mind. Charan used one hand to explore ardently, while the other glided across the skin, moving down to the lightly touched middle section of the petite figure. It caused the person who used to be so strong-willed to tremble.
“Ah... um...” Khanin bit down on his lower lip, raising his slender, soft hand to grip the armrests of the chair to vent his emotions. Just as the other person began to lift his voice.
With one hand, Charan passionately acted, while the other slid along the flesh, moving to the top of the chest and gently flicking, causing the young one's breathing to hitch.
Khanin opened his twinkling eyes, gasping for breath and blurted out, feeling that the desire to lead was completely wiped away. Now, the young prince realized that he would never be able to conquer Charan. If the other side decided not to let him.
How could a sword ever win against a shield? It seemed today was no different.
Warm hands accelerate the pace, causing the emotions of the person on the platform to soar. Khanin's sweet voice escaped, the tip of his ripe body exuding a clear dew, which overflowed and dripped onto the art room floor.
But the older person didn't think of relenting.
Oh...
“Forget about it.” The sound, resembling a command, seemed to intensify
Khanin's desires even more. The breath of some people became shallow, gasping, while the lump in the left chest beat fast. The cause was the pleasant feeling of Charan becoming bold enough to give orders.
“Are you embarrassed... Phii Ran.” He reluctantly forgot about it but blushed until his face turned red when someone intentionally made him look into the mirror. The image of his reddened complexion was reflected. Misty eyes, revealing an open longing from the corners of his mouth. His hair was unkempt, only making Khanin feel like he looked different every time.
“Yes.”
“Phii... ugh, oh...” The more he gazed, the more he felt his hips instinctively sway with the pulling force. Khanin used one arm to tightly embrace the strong arm of the older person. On the other side, he lowered it onto the expensive armrest.
“I want you Nin to see what I see, to know how beautiful you are.” Charan, like a lost dreamer, but in reality, a man, a young man with complete senses, pressed the base of his neck a few times, causing the person on the platform to tremble and shudder.
“Oh... Nin... Nin still... I still don't want to cum yet.” In the past, Khanin thought of himself as a patient person, but for some reason, in this situation, his fragile body didn't think so.
It was fortunate that Charan didn't intentionally harass him or do anything vulgar. He agreed to let the person on the platform breathe freely.
Understanding the meaning of the sentence spoken by the younger person very well.
Khanin didn't want to cum with his hands... but the younger one wanted something more than that.
“...!” The recently relieved body, after just a few minutes of catching his breath, eyes widened when the older person lifted him up. Charan, in a bridal pose, led the younger person from his position straight to the curved doorway located in the corner of the room, without any explanation other than a short narrative sentence.
“Let's go to the bedroom.” A simple statement, but with powerful destructive force.
The more Khanin immersed himself in the gaze filled with Charan's desires, the less he could speak. He could only lean his face towards the strong chest, turning into a shy and embarrassed person, not being able to help but let out a suppressed laughter in his throat with joy.
The tall figure led the slender person to the bedroom door. The other side was the bedroom, then Charan gently laid the younger person on the kingsized bed before undressing himself.
His muscular body gracefully showcased itself. Khanin bit the corner of his lower lip, observing for only a few seconds, before someone else leaned down to touch his skin, their every part snugly fit together.
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