"Ah, hhhhh…!"

"Ah, hhhhh…!"

The climax was long and intense. It hadn't been that long since Kishiar and he last intertwined, yet the sensations he felt were as strangely refreshing as a long-awaited liberation.

Leaning his trembling body against Kishiar due to the aftershocks of pleasure, Yuder resumed his halted breathing. Despite having released what needed to be released, his mind still felt hot and foggy.

Was it because the end came so unexpectedly, and too quickly? Instead of the clarity one should feel after climax, lingering warmth swirled around his skin like a haze. Yuder looked down at himself, his breath not yet fully returned, and then shifted his gaze to the solid warmth of Kishiar still held in his hand.

His mouth felt dry, and the scent of his sweat-soaked body grew stronger. Kishiar, no doubt, must have sensed Yuder's reaction keenly. A deep scent, almost a response to Yuder’s own, enveloped him gently, stimulating his body as if to say everything was okay.

Kishiar, who had kissed Yuder's temples and hair, spoke softly with eyes flushed from arousal.

"Have you calmed down? Shall we stop?"

"Don't talk nonsense... just don't."

Yuder knew better than anyone that the fire within him had not yet gone out. He contradicted the intention conveyed by the scent he gave off. Even if there wasn't enough time left to satisfy him, it was no reason to stop now.

Drinking even a sip of water was better than bearing the unspent flame. At least that was the case for Kishiar. When Yuder responded with a grimace and threw off his gloves and upper clothes, soaked with bodily fluids, Kishiar chuckled softly.

Yuder kissed Kishiar forcefully on the lips to make it clear he had no intention of getting up until every last bit of heat between them was resolved.

"All right... I understand."

As if knowing Yuder's intentions without further words, Kishiar responded softly through their intertwined tongues.

"You should know how much I want you. What a foolish question to ask."

Long fingers slid below Yuder's waist and into his clothes, gripping his buttocks tightly. Just that minor contact made his half-erect body feel completely invigorated again.

When did he become such an embodiment of desire? Although he felt a bit silly, it was still better than satisfying himself alone and snuffing out the fire prematurely.

Yuder let out a faint moan while looking at Kishiar's perfectly straight nose, pressed firmly against his wet, robust chest. His chest, which initially felt almost numb, now seemed to transform into an entirely different organ just by the touch of Kishiar’s breath. His nipples, continuously stimulated by Kishiar, had completely lost their initial pale color.

Kishiar repeatedly crushed and licked them with his tongue. Focused on those sultry movements, Yuder inadvertently let out a breath. Just then, a finger slipped into the gap between his buttocks. Yuder stifled a short moan, bit his lip, and soon relaxed his furrowed eyebrows.

"…Ah."

Despite not using any lubricant this time, the invading presence did not feel difficult to accommodate. It wasn’t just his front that had gotten wet during the climax.

The sound of something sticky echoed every time the welcoming fingers brushed against the inside. It was an indescribably strange sound, but Yuder didn't find it embarrassing. As more fingers entered, the sound grew louder, but what mattered more to him was the presence of Kishiar, who had lost all laughter and was entirely focused on him.

By the time more than three fingers began to explore inside, he felt a tight sensation from the widely stretched interior. The pressure was so immense that it was hard to believe it wasn't from a male organ. However, holding Kishiar's, Yuder knew how much bigger the real thing was, and he was certain this wasn't the end.

"Does it hurt?"

"It's fine," Yuder replied.

Far from pain, the unusually long fingers intertwined and moved, causing a sharp sensation in an unknown place, making it hard for him to hold back his moans. There was a sensitive spot deep within him that he wasn't aware of. It usually lay dormant, but in front of Kishiar, it swelled immensely every time it was touched.

Suppressing his moans, Yuder responded, and Kishiar exhaled deeply. Realizing that it was Kishiar's way of controlling himself, Yuder spread his legs wider and wrapped them around his waist before Kishiar could take another breath.

"Yuder?"

"Don't think of anything else," Yuder whispered.

He tightened his grip, and their bodies came even closer, sending shivers down their spines from the intense stimulation.

"Ah..."

Their mutual moans were swallowed as their lips met in a desperate kiss.

Yuder felt even more intoxicated than when he had drunk Quelochet. Perhaps the real feeling of intoxication was closer to this.

He felt Kishiar's fingers slide out from within him. The sensation of emptiness was both familiar and strange. The man, with his hand wet from Yuder's fluids, moistened himself and finally positioned himself at the entrance.

Biting his lip, Yuder relaxed his lower abdomen as much as he could.

"Ah..."

He couldn't believe that something of that size could enter him. Even though he was fully prepared, he felt like he was on the verge of tearing. Kishiar filled him completely. Overwhelmed by the intense sensation, Yuder tightly gripped Kishiar's shoulders. He felt sweat dripping from his forehead and back.

"Ah..."

Kishiar paused when he was halfway in, giving Yuder time to adjust. Even then, Yuder felt completely full.

Once Yuder's breathing steadied, Kishiar began to move slowly. Even the slightest movement made Yuder gasp, and his body screamed in pleasure.

Yuder moaned softly, instinctively moving with Kishiar. Every time their bodies rubbed against each other, he felt the muscles in Kishiar's lean body tense. In front of Kishiar's genuine reactions, Yuder felt an exhilarating and wild sensation.

It didn't matter that this place was an office, where no one could enter without knocking, or that sound could leak out. The overwhelming desire to make the beautiful being before him his own agitated his senses, tightened his body, and involuntarily brought a smile to his face.

Had it always been like this? Wasn't it strange that despite doing it multiple times, each time felt like a new surge of pleasure? Such thoughts fleetingly crossed his mind, but they were quickly submerged, washed away by the tide of sensation.

Yuder was thoroughly engrossed, clinging to him as if wanting to explore not only the depths within but go even deeper. Their intertwined bodies shook and jerked increasingly faster. In his hazy mind, nameless emotions circled and disappeared in repetition.

In those indescribable sensations, beyond the simple expressions of "feeling good" or "feeling bad," Yuder saw an illusion. A thin thread-like something seemed to waver between himself and the man entangled with him. That something existed in Kishiar's red eyes.

A single thread. No, two threads.

No, perhaps a bit more than that...

For a moment, it felt as if all the internal barriers had opened up, making a flinching sound.

His vision turned white...

When he came to his senses, he found that the sun streaming into the office was almost set.

"...Did I fall asleep?"

"Just for a moment," the man replied softly, holding Yuder's naked body tightly against his own. It was then that Yuder noticed the bite marks on his skin. Judging by the clear impression of teeth, it must have hurt, but Kishiar looked utterly calm.

"...We should get going soon."

"Yes, we should."

But neither of them moved, a first for feeling so reluctant despite knowing something must be done immediately.

"You seemed a bit more sensitive than usual today. Any idea why?"

The scent was stronger than before, too. The man murmured, rubbing Yuder's back, locking eyes with him. Though the glance seemed light and weightless, Yuder knew it was anything but.

"No."

"Then it must be because some time has passed since your second gender manifested."

This was unexpected. Yuder blinked slowly, pausing before speaking.

"It's not my heat cycle yet."

If he had to be reminded of the time that had passed since his second gender had manifested, there was only one reason.

"Right. It's not yet. But it's not something that will never come," Kishiar softly replied, embracing him. A feather-light kiss touched and left his temple.

"It won't hurt to be prepared for anything, especially since you're somewhat insensitive to your own body."

This would be the first time since the manifestation. Kishiar probably just meant what he said, but for Yuder, who had not even experienced a single proper heat cycle from his previous life, excluding the week he couldn't remember at the time of manifestation, the words felt both unfamiliar and heavy.

"True enough..."

In this lifetime too, the heat had come as soon as he awakened his powers. But he hadn't felt a thing, having slept it off after taking painkillers. Although the frequency of the heat cycles varied for each Awakener with a second gender, enough time had passed that, by Kishiar's account, something should be on the horizon. Yet for someone who had never experienced it, the concept of his own heat cycle felt awkward, as if he were hearing tales of something that didn't even exist.

Yuder suddenly realized that he had never seriously thought about his heat cycles or symptoms since his awakening.

‘Certainly... I've been feeling a bit off lately, so it wouldn't hurt to keep that in mind.’

The sensations he had just felt while entwined with Kishiar were undeniable, and he had reached his peak far too quickly. Perhaps his unquenchable heat wasn't solely due to his desire for Kishiar.

"I hadn't considered it, but I will keep it in mind."

"Good."

Kishiar smiled, as if to say that was enough.