“Please stop talking like a middle-aged man!”

Reynard chuckled as he watched his husband shudder and shout. He was still hugging him with his forehead pressed against his shoulder. Valentin shook his head, feeling the laughter vibrate through the alpha’s large body. This guy is trying to tease me again…!

“But I am a middle-aged man. I’m already thirty.”

Valentin pinched and stretched Reynard’s cheek with a mischievous expression at his still playful words.

“You can neutralize a bit since you’re living with a husband 10 years younger.”

Even though age isn’t some kind of solution that mixes and becomes one or neutralizes, Valentin stubbornly insisted.

“So since you’re living with me too, we mix and you get about 5 years younger… and I get about 5 years older living with you. How about that? We’re both 25 now. You and I are the same age.”

“Because spouses are equal?”

“Yes. Because spouses are equal.”

It was a strange theory, but it felt somewhat persuasive and cute, probably because Valentin’s lovableness was at its peak. Reynard nodded, celebrating the rebirth of their couple as newly 25-year-olds.

“Then shall we continue what we were doing to celebrate being 5 years younger?”

“What?”

“Valentin, aren’t you curious?”

“About what?”

“How much more amazing I was when I was 25 compared to now.”

Valentin’s face was completely filled with shock at those words. He looked like the screaming figure in Munch’s painting.

More amazing, he says. Even now, when he set his mind to it, that part that became as hard as bone simply wouldn’t cool down.

Valentin had never seen it properly wilted when they made love. He wondered how he managed to store this thing like a wooden stick or anaconda in his pants usually. That part was like watching a magic trick where a wand keeps coming out endlessly from a small box. The greatest mystery of his husband’s body…

As Valentin’s pupils shook with such scream-filled thoughts, the sound of wheels stopping and the coachman’s voice brought them back to reality.

“We’ve arrived.”

They almost went all the way in the carriage. They might have had to witness the miracle of being 25 in the carriage… Valentin made the sign of the cross on his chest, muttering an inexplicable gratitude and relief for the timing in his heart. It was a great relief that he could maintain his dignity.

“Let’s go in.”

“Huh?”

Reynard stood up, still holding Valentin in the same position, and stepped onto the ground. The butler of Lution House who opened the carriage door, what sin did he commit… He stumbled backwards, losing his professional composure as the two rushed out through the narrow door.

“Wait a bit.”

What more is there to wait for… Valentin shook his head, his shirt tail sticking out around his waist, in a rather untidy state. Though he had started it first, seeing Reynard rushing towards their room like a wild horse with its reins cut, unable to hold onto reason, he felt he might have made a mistake.

Valentin, gently placed on their vast bed in their bedroom on the second floor, looked at his husband with a feeling of having been teleported. Reynard’s face as he covered him with his whole body, looking down…

‘This is bad…! He’s completely on fire…’

Though it was a situation he had secretly hoped for, somehow judging by the level of excitement on this face, tonight seemed like it would be very arduous and long… Valentin was suddenly gripped by such an ominous premonition.

The little one had again lit a fire without anticipating his future self. And on his husband, whose reason had become like dry firewood with patience… It was like dancing merrily in front of such perfect kindling, pouring oil and striking flint.

The excited alpha’s eyes shone in the darkness.

“Look at me, Valentin. Don’t look away. Look straight at me.”

With those words, Reynard slowly began to undress. From the formally worn tailcoat, to the vest embroidered with acanthus patterns in the same color as the background… Even the white shirt that perfectly wrapped his body…

As those were shed one by one like fruit peels, revealing the intimate flesh underneath, Valentin’s face heated up with embarrassment and excitement. His white cheeks were turning pink again.

“You like my body, don’t you?”

It was the arrogance of someone who knew exactly what Valentin got excited by seeing. So now he was deliberately undressing more seductively, as if to show off.

The alpha’s physique was reflected directly in the blue eyes. The body of the alpha he loved was engraved in both eyes.

Broad shoulders that could be twice Valentin’s size, a thick neck like an old tree and the arms connected to it… And if you lower your gaze further, the thick forearms full of muscle and the chest equally swollen with muscle… The abdomen clearly divided into segments… The skin shining as if oiled.

‘Look at those muscles like a running wild horse…’

It’s crazy, it’s insane. Though he was his husband, it was too stimulating. Valentin took it all in with his eyes as if licking. Someday I should draw that body and keep it to myself. It’s out of the question to show it to others, he thought such lewd thoughts.

“Haa…”

Valentin’s chest heaved roughly up and down as he exhaled hot breaths. The visual stimulation was too much. Mixed with pheromones, it made his head spin.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes. I like it. Hurry and do more.”

Valentin nodded with a flushed face, encouraging him. Now, forgetting his own dignity in the excitement he hadn’t felt for a long time, he had forgotten about shame or anything else.

Reynard stretched his neck and massaged his shoulders as if it were some kind of rhythm or show. Disguised as a motion to relax his body, but as if showing Valentin the vibrant movement of that physique. Continuing to use it as a tool to arouse his omega husband’s excitement.

The omega, emboldened by excitement, put his hands on his own clothes.

Valentin, still unable to take his eyes off Reynard’s thick and manly body, panted as he threw off his coat and unbuttoned his vest.

Meanwhile, Reynard was very slowly removing the shoes on Valentin’s feet. Despite just taking off one shoe, he unnecessarily put strength in his hands and arms as if he was going to tear it apart. The show to demonstrate the vitality of his muscles continued.

And finally, he lifted the bare foot near his face and bit the end of the sock with his teeth.

“No…! It’s… dirty!”

Valentin stuttered and tried to stop him, not expecting him to take off what he had been wearing with his mouth.

“There’s nothing dirty about you.”

Reynard smiled with his eyes and overrode Valentin’s protest, completely removing it. How natural was his way of rejecting the rejection… Valentin unknowingly gave up his socks and feet.

The way he tilts his head back, applying force just to remove a sock, is as wild as a carnivore tearing raw meat. To display such masculinity with such a small piece of cloth…! Valentin, thinking he couldn’t lose, threw off his removed vest. How about that, I’m manly too? His expression was quite proud.

Reynard put down Valentin’s foot he was holding, settled between his legs, and unbuttoned the shirt he hadn’t taken off yet.

“Hurry…!”

“Wait.”

It was good, but what’s this all of a sudden? Valentin raised his upper body, seeing Reynard stiffen again.

He was hesitating, caressing that round place near the belly with his hand, as if his confident unbuttoning until just now had been a lie. Where did the person who was so excited he was biting off socks go…?

“Why? Finish unbuttoning.”

A command to hurry up and free me from these clothes.

At those words, Reynard smiled, frowning his eyebrows as if troubled.

“I think it might be dangerous after all.”

“No, if that’s the case, you shouldn’t have started in the first place!”

“How could I refuse when you came at me like that?”

“What is this, getting me all heated up!”

Valentin raged furiously. His expression demanded, ‘Bring back the beast who was doing a strip show while chewing off socks!’ Reynard looked hesitant even as he saw that.

“Hmm.”

Valentin’s safety, overcoming even excitement…. Seeing that, Valentin, whose arousal hadn’t subsided, bit his lower lip and shook his head firmly. No, no, absolutely not.

“Just using your mouth like before isn’t enough.”

Valentin said firmly, remembering their honeymoon.

In the early stages of pregnancy, they couldn’t do it because his physical or mental state was often far from ideal. And after entering the stable period, Valentin had been feeling depressed all along, so Reynard didn’t even dare to touch him.

So he had endured for a very long time. A very. Long. Time.

Valentin was completely heated up.

Now his body was in a stable period, and especially yesterday and today after coming to Elden, his mind was at peace too.

“This time I want to do it properly.”

He raised his body slightly and kissed the tip of Reynard’s chin, as if whining.

“Hurry and take everything off.”

“…”

“And do it like before. Make love to me.”

“Haa… Valentin. You know there’s not an ounce of falsehood in my love for you.”

“But there’s more than an ounce of anxiety, right?”

“I really want to do it too. But I’m worried you might get hurt. You’ve gotten so thin lately…”

Reynard gently caressed Valentin’s skin where his ribs were visible from losing weight. His expression was as if he would die from pity.

“I’m really fine. I want to do it now. I feel like I’ll die if we don’t!”

Reynard sighed, touching his forehead at the whining words. Seeing him conflicted between safety and desire, Valentin pressed his bare foot against the waistband of his pants. The wiggling of his toes pressing against the bulging area there was unbearably bewitching.

“Hurry. This is getting hot too. Look, look. A bone is growing here again.”

Valentin moved his mouth in amazement at the changes in what he was pressing and caressing with his foot. It was so innocently astonished that it was almost laughable.

“Look at this. Poor thing… It’s going to tear through the pants. I said give it freedom quickly.”

Valentin spoke of freedom as if that thing he was pressing was a house-elf. He looked ready to gather an assembly and start a liberation movement if it wasn’t freed soon.

Yet seeing Reynard still clenching his molars and jaw muscles tightly, Valentin began to use his final move. He took his fingers and started licking them in his mouth.

He kept moving his feet while also busily moving his hands and tongue. Now Reynard’s hand was soaked with Valentin’s saliva. This seemed to evoke something.