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Sora’s eyes widened, and his bottom lip trembled slightly. The simple movement of Fang reaching for the ice was enough to make his body tense. It was as if he could already feel the freezing touch before it even reached him, the memory of that sharp cold sending a nervous shiver through him. “Fang—wait…” The protest barely left his lips before his voice faltered. “No—!” Sora’s voice cracked as another tremor ran through him. He couldn’t control the shaking in his body. It came in quick, helpless waves that made his muscles tighten and his breath hitch. He didn’t want this again. He was embarrassed enough. This felt like it was too much. He was too exposed. Too humiliating. “Fang, no… don’t—please.” The protest came out as a thin, strained whimper. Sora tried to pull away on instinct, his body twisting slightly as if distance alone could save him from what he knew was coming. His fingers clenched against the surface beneath him, searching for something to anchor himself with. “Please, Fang… I was wrong,” he murmured quickly, his voice unsteady. “I won’t trick you again, —I swear. I won’t do it anymore. Just… not the ice. I don’t want the ice inside.” His eyes squeezed shut as the cold touched his butt. The ice cube pressed lightly against his rim, and the shock of it sent a sharp shudder racing through his body. Sora gasped, the sound catching in his throat as the freezing sensation spread in a slow, deliberate trail. Every nerve seemed to spark awake at once again. The icy sting made worse by the warmth of the hand guiding it. He trembled like a newborn deer—small, fragile, and completely unable to steady himself. Fear and nervous anticipation tangled inside his chest, making his heartbeat pound so loudly he was sure Fang could hear it. The worst part was the reaction he couldn’t control. Sora hated the cold. The sensation made his skin prickle and his body recoil every time it touched him. Yet even as he shivered and protested, something else stirred beneath the discomfort—an involuntary warmth that spread whenever Fang’s fingers brushed against him. He didn’t want to react like that. But his body did anyway. And judging by the way Fang looked at him, it was obvious he saw it too. The moment their eyes met, Sora felt a tight knot form in his stomach. There was something different in Fang’s gaze —something darker, heavier. His eyes lingered on Sora with a quiet intensity, following every small movement, every shiver that passed through him. It wasn’t just for his own amusement. It was desire. His gaze drifted downward almost without thinking, and the sight made his breath catch in his throat. The outline beneath Fang’s jeans was unmistakable formed, the fabric stretched by the clear imprint of his arousal. Fang made no effort to hide it; if anything, the relaxed way he acted suggested he knew Sora had noticed. Fang was turned on.. He recalled what Fang had said before. ["If you want something else inside you, all you have to do is ask~"] Quickly Sora reached out and brushed his hand over Fang’s crotch. As if that was the only thing that could save him from the tortur. "Use this.. I want your cock to inside me instead." He was begging with not much of a choice. ----------------------- Leon’s breath caught in his throat as Asta came. His tight rim was clamping down around him like an snake squeezing its prey to death. And yet Leon’s hips didn’t stopped moving. He could feel the pulsing from inside Asta as the human came. He could smell the heavy scent of his release hitting the sheets. - They would need to be changed later, but right now Leon didn’t care how dirty they became. Not when he planing to make them even more dirty. “You’re so sensitive… so sweet… adorable.” Leon’s voice was low and rough, each word drawn out with a quiet intensity that betrayed the depth of his desire. The praise wasn’t teasing—it was warm, as though he was savoring everything Sora gave him. His gaze lingered on Sora’s trembling form, watching the way even the smallest touch made him shiver. To Leon, those reactions were irresistible. Every flinch, every sharp intake of air, every nervous glance only made the heat in his chest grow stronger. A faint smile tugged at the corner of Leon’s lips. “So cute,” he murmured softly, his voice still thick with want. It had been a long time since either of them had been like this—so focused on each other, so completely caught up in the moment. It was the kind of closeness they hadn’t shared in far too long—and Leon seemed determined to savor every second of it. Aster had even came just from the back this time. Leon guest he was pent up just as he was. "Do you have any wishes?." Leon asked Asta. "Something you want..ngh- I'll do whatever you want me to~" he encourage Asta while he was still weak from his orgasm. His body had begun to relax, though faint tremors still lingered in his muscles. The tension that had gripped him moments before was slowly easing. Yet he still tensed up automatically with every thrust. "All expect stopping" he admitted honestly with a smirk. And as if proving a point, he ajust himself so his member sank even deeper. The angle was perfect -Each move pressed against Asta’s prostate, like he was grinding cheese. Leon was growing close to his second orgasm. But wasn’t in any rush to finish.

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The ice cube disappeared inside Sora, and Fang felt the reaction ripple through every inch of the man beneath him. The cry that tore from Sora's throat was raw, desperate, nothing like the playful sounds from earlier. Fang's grip tightened instinctively, not to hurt, but to hold. To keep Sora from hurting himself as his body tried to flee the sensation. ["Ah Bastard!"] Fang couldn't help but smirk seeing that Sora still had fight in him. Good. Water leaked from where the ice had been, trickling down and making Sora blush pink with humiliation. Beautiful. He got to see Sora react in a way no one else would see. This moment...would only belong to the two of them. Even as they kissed he could see how Sora was struggling to get through it. His lips clumsy and desperate, distracted by the cold. And Fang could feel the trembling in Sora's knees where they pressed against his sides. It only made him more excited. When he finally pulled back, Sora was gasping, glaring up at him with tears in his eyes that promised revenge. His mate was quite the sore loser. Fang kissed Sora's cheek, " If you want something else inside you, all you have to do is ask~" he whispered. He reached for another ice cube and pressed it against Sora's inner thigh, watching him flinch. His ice moved lower. Getting closer to his behind. "The first one melted so quickly, should I try again?" The question hung in the air. Sure Fang loved to tease Sora and play games but—Fang would stop in an instant if Sora truly asked. He waited, curious to see how long Sora would put up with his antics until he begged for sex. ____________________________ Asta couldn't control himself. The sounds coming out of his mouth didn't sound like him anymore. They were broken, desperate. Leon's arm hooked under his thigh, lifting, changing the angle, and Asta saw stars. His back arched against Leon's chest, head falling back against his shoulder, mouth open in a silent scream. This new position allowed Leon to hit deeper and Asta couldn't escape even if he wanted to—Not that he wanted to. In fact...he never wanted to leave these arms that ensnared him. Leon's mouth was on his ear, teeth grazing, tongue tracing, and Asta's whole body shuddered. His hips were moving on their own, rocking back to meet each thrust, a lustful instinct. Sometime between the first round and now, Asta had stopped running away. He was now being honest, lewd, needy. Leon was holding him like he was precious. Like he had missed this....and it caused Asta to melt into him even further. The rhythm suddenly changed—sharper, harder—and Asta cried out again, his hands scrambling for something to grab, one finding Leon's thigh, the other twisting in the sheets. The bed squeaked underneath them, knocking against the wall. Leon caught his chin, turning his head, and then his mouth was there—stealing breath, stealing thought, stealing every defense Asta had ever built. He kissed back desperately. When Leon finally broke away, he was gasping and trembling, truly at Leon's mercy. And then— A whisper. So quiet Asta almost missed it against the sound of his own heartbeat. ["Please… bear with me."] Something in Asta's chest ached. He felt Leon's forehead press against his shoulder for just a moment and he felt the weight of something unspoken pressing between them. "L-leon--" Asta wanted to turn, to see Leon's face, but Leon's hips began to move again at a hard and relentless pace. Every sound that came from his mouth was just that- a sound. A moan...a choked on scream as tears streamed down his face and he saw white. He couldn't even tell Leon he was cumming. All he could do was barry his face into the mattress and dig his nails into Leon's thigh as his body convulsed, cum shooting out of him and staining the bedsheets. Asta wanted to say something...tell Leon that he wasn't 'baring with' anything. That he wanted to be here. Wanted to be doing this...wanted him...but pleasure and pain were dominating his thoughts and he was ultimately drowning in Leon's love.

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Julius sank into the seat beside Yukie, the cool m glass still in his hand. The music filled the room in gentle waves, and the soft glow of chandeliers reflected off the polished floor where couples drifted through slow turns. For a moment he simply sat there. The anger that had surged through him earlier was ebbing away, dissolving the closer he was to Yukie. What remained was a faint tightness in his chest and the quiet satisfaction that the situation had ended quickly. He lifted his glass and took a slow sip of the cider. Then Yukie asked then question. Julius gaze wandering across the hall rather than directly at Yukie. Not because he was avoiding the conversation. It had been such a small, unpleasant thing. Nothing special really. “Nothing dramatic,” Julius said calmly. His tone carried the faintest hint of dismissal, as though the matter had already lost its importance. “I asked for something without alcohol.” He rolled the stem of the glass lightly between his fingers. “The man behind the bar decided that was an opportunity to entertain himself.” Julius’s expression didn’t change much, but there was a brief tightening at the corner of his eyes. “He assumed I wasn’t old enough to drink. Said a few things that were… unnecessary. Julius exhaled slowly, letting the cool sweetness of the drink replace the last traces of heat in his chest. “I corrected the situation without making a scenen.” That was the simplest way to put it. He didn’t want to elaborate on the insults. Repeating them would only give them more weight than they deserved, and Julius had no intention of letting some stranger’s stupidity linger over the evening. His attention shifted to the dance floor again where the musicians had begun a slightly livelier piece. For a brief moment his expression softened. “I mostly just wanted the drinks.” He set his glass down on the table with quiet precision. “And I wanted to deal with it myself.” Julius finally glanced sideways toward Yukie then, the earlier tension gone from his posture. “I didn’t see the point in dragging you into it. I wasn’t in any danger, there are dumb people like that everywhere.” There was a faint note of honesty there. Julius had protected his pride, by handling the situation on his own. The hall buzzed gently with conversation and laughter around them, the earlier disturbance already forgotten by most of the guests. Julius leaned back in his chair, shoulders relaxed now. “Besides,” he added quietly, a small trace of dry humor returning to his voice, “if you had stepped in, I suspect the evening would have become far more memorable for the rest of the room.” He gently touched Yukie arm. Telling Yukie it wasn’t worthy to be bothered with. “And I’m fairly certain the organizers would prefer their furniture to remain intact.”

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