Chapter 29 - The Mermaid Princess's Little Brother

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The Ring of Silver〘4〙

 

 

As soon as Julius poured out the contents of his heart, he was swept into a pair of strong arms, held with such incredible strength that it stole his breath.

 

"If we believe that awkwardness and coldness come from a place of deep affection, then isn't all of this just a sweet shyness, my dear? Don't you think everything changes when we give form to the words that tell us we mean the world to one another?"

 

"Form?" Julius asked, his voice trembling.

 

"It's like a lucky charm, something to calm your heart when you see it, yes? No matter what, I want us to be bound together."

 

Fernan stepped back slightly and reached into his pocket. Pulling out a small leather pouch, he took Julius's hand, gently turning it palm-up. From the pouch, something small and shimmering tumbled into Julius's palm.

 

"…"

 

The sun caught on two silver rings, identical but for their size, lying side by side, their gleam as bright as a promise whispered to the wind.

 

"I love you. Marry me," Fernan said, his voice firm and tender.

 

"Fernan…"

 

"I truly wish to become your husband. If I ever reach for another, you'll have every right to strike me down. And if you and Theo ever decide to run away, I will chase you and bring you back. Since we love one another, such bonds are only natural. That's the kind of relationship I want."

 

Holding Julius's left hand, Fernan lifted the smaller ring towards his ring finger. Julius, too stunned to resist, kept his fingers straight, and soon enough, the ring was snugly in place. The simple act alone was a silent acceptance, yet Julius clutched the second ring tightly in his palm.

 

"Please, give me your left hand," Julius whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.

 

Looking into Fernan's eyes, he slipped the second ring onto his outstretched hand. As soon as the ring was in place, they both moved closer, almost at the same moment, to seal their vows with a kiss.

 

"Mmm…"

 

Hand in hand, the rings glinting under the forest's dappled sunlight, they shared a deep, fiery kiss, their tongues entwining as if nothing else existed. In love, things often seem complicated, but in that moment, everything felt simple, as though the entire world had bloomed in every color imaginable.

 

He had said he loved him. And he had given a ring with a promise of a future. Their unshakable feelings were bound by those rings, linking their destinies forever.

 

"…Ah… ngh…"

 

Even after they broke their kiss, their bodies, pressed so tightly together, refused to part. Their hands were still joined, unable to touch each other fully, yet both felt the burning heat low in their bellies, calling forth a passion that refused to be ignored.

 

"Fernan…"

 

"You once told me that when you were a boy of the streets, a prostitute... it was often in the forest… I couldn't bring myself to invite you to such a place, because of what you said."

 

"Did that worry you? Any place would be okay, as long as I'm with you…"

 

Julius gazed up at Fernan, his lips curving into a soft smile. He regretted ever feeling unsatisfied, but he was overjoyed by Fernan's care and thoughtfulness.

 

"Fernan… I want you to take me, as you would that boy I once was, here and now."

 

"As that boy?" Fernan asked, his voice hushed.

 

"Yes… I want to paint over that past… with your colors."

 

Julius knelt before Fernan, who leaned back against a great tree, his desire laid bare. When Julius had once been nothing more than a cheap boy-for-hire, men would rarely take him to bed. Instead, he had spent his days and nights beneath the trees, touching and being touched by strangers. He would lean against the rough bark, gripping it tightly as he presented himself, praying to the heavens that it would all pass quickly.

 

"Mm… Ugh…"

 

As Julius took Fernan's heated length into his mouth, a fire ignited in his veins. He moved in rhythm with the man, as if every touch were for his own pleasure, even though he hadn't laid a finger on himself.

 

"Julius…"

 

"Nnf… ugh…"

 

Julius gazed up at Fernan's powerful form, his lips and tongue caressing every inch of him. In the golden light, for the first time, he noticed the bluish sheen in the dark hair covering Fernan's chest. He discovered a tiny mole on his side that he had never seen before, and with every new detail he uncovered, Julius's heart swelled with happiness.

 

"Julius… That's enough…"

 

"Ah… mm…"

 

And at that moment... Against Julius's will, who wanted to give him as much pleasure with his lips as he could, Fernand forcibly pulled his hips away, his member slipping free with a slick sound. Julius's body, as if responding to an unseen command, trembled with need. His knees shook with a desperate desire to feel him somewhere deeper, more intimate.

 

"Fernan… Ah… Please… faster…"

 

Julius stood on wobbly legs, holding onto the tree for balance, and quickly shed his now too-tight trousers and undergarments. He bared his thighs, which the man often praised for how white and smooth they were, exposing a pair of fleshy buttocks to the sun breaking through the trees, spreading them with his hands.

 

"So fair... You're truly beautiful beyond words..."

 

"Ah... P-... Please wait..."

 

Julius, who thought that he would be fucked as is, was alarmed by the man's sudden bending over. When he realized what was about to happen, that Fernan's lips would graze his buttocks, his breath caught. And then the warm mouth touched that secret place between the hills of flesh, the slick tongue tracing the delicate inner walls, bathing them with wet heat.

 

"No... Ah... A-a-ah!"

 

The sensation of Fernan's tongue, thick and warm in such a sensitive spot, sent a shudder through Julius' body. He could barely stand, so intense was the pleasure mingled with embarrassment, his knees buckling under the weight of it.

 

"Fua... Ah... Fernan..."

 

"Mmm..."

 

Releasing the soft mounds he had been holding, Julius grasped the tree with both hands. But before the little entrance could close, Fernan's firm hands spread him wider, guiding his tongue and thumb to explore that open, tender place.

 

"No, ah... Just put it in... Please..."

 

He was both humiliated and aroused beyond measure. Everything inside him throbbed unbearably, and Julius found himself pressing his hips back, eager to feel more of Fernan. His shame warred with his desire, and yet his body only moved closer to the man behind him, craving what was to come.

 

"Julius..."

 

"A-ah... Nn..."

 

Fernan, pressing between the firm mounds of flesh, spread them even wider. The slickened entrance, still wet from his kiss, welcomed him easily as he pushed forward. The long-neglected place trembled with joy, eagerly receiving the heat of his hardness, wrapping around it with soft, eager walls.

 

"Fua... Ah!"

 

"!..."

 

With a swift, powerful thrust, Fernan buried himself deep, then removed his hands from Julius' hips, gripping him instead by the waist. Placing his palms firmly on the bony ridges of the boy's pelvis, Fernan drove in to the hilt.

 

"Ah, a-a-ah!"

 

The force of Fernan's movements was so great that Julius thought he might split apart, his body clutching the tree for support as cries escaped him with every thrust. The wet, rhythmic sound of their joining filled the forest, and with each stroke, the head of Fernan's shaft brushed that spot inside him, sending jolts of unbearable pleasure through his frame. Julius found himself moving in sync, pushing back to keep him there, inside, never wanting to let go.

 

"A... Ah... Ua-a..."

 

"Julius... You're my wife... This ring... never take it off," Fernan's voice rumbled, his breath hot against Julius' ear as he pounded into him.

 

Julius nodded several times, feeling the warmth of Fernan's breath against his skin. His eyes fell on the simple ring adorning his left hand, and tears welled up. Of course, they were tears of happiness... the same joy he had felt when he first met Fernan.

 

"Ah, fua-a... A-a-ah!"

 

"Julius!"

 

As Fernan moved within him, the weight of his ring brushed against Julius' hip, a constant reminder of their bond. Julius felt the rush of hot seed filling him, warmth spreading deep inside, and his chest swelled with affection. How deeply he desired him, how strong his attachment... The realization hit him with such force that his heart ached with it.

 

"Mnn... Kkh..."

 

"Mmh..."

 

Julius, now spent, twisted his body to capture Fernan's lips in a kiss. The rough stubble that grazed his skin made him smile, for it had already grown in just a day. The thought that shaving Fernan's face might become part of his daily routine filled him with joy. He could see their future—so full of light, nothing like the dark caves of his past.

 

This world was filled with color, with warmth, and with the sweetest scent. There was Fernan, there was Theo, and there was himself... and they were all smiling. Even the strangers around them, holding potatoes, were smiling, and nearby stood little red houses, painted with the dye Fernan had sold. Such lovely, welcoming homes.

 

"I'm so glad I met you..." Julius whispered.

 

"I told you, it was fate," Fernan replied with a smile.

 

"Yes..."

 

Julius gazed into Fernan's eyes as they lowered themselves to the ground, their hips still pressed together. With gentle movements, they shifted into a new position, facing one another without breaking their intimate connection. Lying on the soft grass, Julius looked up at Fernan's glowing smile and the bright sunlight streaming down on them.

 

"I love you," Fernan said.

 

Hearing those words, a wild joy surged in Julius' chest. He reached for Fernan's lips once more, drawing him into a deep kiss. They kissed slowly, sweetly, with soft smacks of their lips, tongues dancing together in a rhythm that seemed endless. Each time they paused to look at one another, they were drawn back into another kiss, as though they couldn't stop.

 

"Let's be happy together, alright?" Fernan whispered between kisses.

 

Julius laughed heartily, overcome with joy. At last, he was bound to the one he had first loved, his heart full of light. Suddenly, he felt the part of Fernan still inside him grow even harder, pressing against him with renewed intensity. There was no resisting it—Julius was drawn deeper into the whirlpool of passion.

 

"I am already more than happy."

 

"Ugh... Ah... A..."

 

With each sensual moan, Julius could only nod, again and again, lost in the blissful connection they shared. He thought he had reached the pinnacle of happiness, but deep down, he sensed there was even more joy to come.

 

(... he removed the bronze bracelet from my ankle. And placed a silver ring on my finger...)

 

The ring on his hand glimmered as his fingers tangled in Fernan's hair, a symbol of their love, their bond. Bound by love, and binding with love—what a magical promise. He hoped with all his heart that they would remain forever captive to this love.

 

Julius wished to remain bound to him for all eternity...

 

 

 

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