Chapter 23 - Sleeping King

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Chapter 23

 

 

Though Fisé's body mirrored a human's, it had a strange construction—his pulse throbbed clearly beneath the skin, but his blood held no warmth. The parts of him that Aurelian hadn't touched remained slightly chilled. As his palm lingered, he felt the faint exchange of heat begin.

 

"Fisé… your body warms so quickly. I wonder… does that warmth reach all the way through? If I could give you more of myself, could I help it reach your heart?"

 

He whispered near Fisé's ear, tender but trembling.

 

Fisé didn't stir. Still unmoving, still unguarded.

 

But when their lips met—finally—there was a flicker.

 

Soft and pliant, those lips stiffened ever so slightly at the touch. When Aurelian tried to deepen the kiss, to part them with the barest pressure, he could feel resistance, not rejection—but tension, uncertain and unresolved.

 

Was this a protest? Or a silent acceptance of what he'd said would come?

 

Uncertain of which way the answer would fall, Aurelian pressed forward, letting the kiss linger, letting it grow.

 

Fisé's lips, always a little flushed, always faintly moist, yielded with an almost unearthly sweetness. There was something in the taste—something delicate, enchanting. Even without anything to compare it to, Aurelian knew it was singular.

 

There was a whisper of rose in Fisé's breath. A sweetness like nectar lingered in the shared warmth of their closeness.

 

"...Nn..."

 

A soft sound escaped, and Aurelian, startled by its vulnerability, drank it in gently.

 

It struck him—yes, Fisé was a rose spirit, through and through. But even if he'd been an ordinary man… if there was love between them, perhaps even the simplest kiss could taste this impossibly sweet.

 

The moment felt far more precious than he had ever imagined.

 

"…Fisé."

 

Aurelian pulled away just far enough to breathe, checking again if he had awoken.

 

Even as he whispered his name, no reaction came.

 

If he could allow himself one selfish wish, it would be this: that Fisé would open his eyes, look at him, and softly say, "Aurelian."

 

Not with anger or embarrassment, but in full acceptance of this moment they shared. If only he would return the kiss—reach out, wrap his arms around Aurelian's back.

 

The longing for that warmth, that embrace, filled Aurelian's thoughts like a dream too beautiful to voice.

 

"I had intended to kiss your hand, your fingers, and make a vow… But I'll swear it with my lips instead. I promise I will love you, Fisé, for the rest of my life. You'll have both my beginning and my end. And I… will hold your end in return."

 

He smiled faintly, almost to himself.

 

"There was a time when I heard stories—suggestions, even—from friends and ended up being introduced to a famously flirtatious widow. I thought perhaps I should practice with someone experienced like that. The thought crossed my mind… but I couldn't even imagine it—so of course, I never acted on it. My body only ever responds to you."

 

Aurelian spoke honestly, eyes never leaving Fisé's quiet face.

 

The light from the fireplace cast warmth across his features, giving color and life where coldness once lingered. He no longer looked like a doll, or a corpse. And with that change, Aurelian's earlier doubts faded. Fisé was awake. He simply chose not to stop him.

 

His cheeks, faintly flushed. His lashes, trembling faintly as if preparing to take flight.

 

A slow-burning heat spread through Aurelian's chest, igniting something that could no longer be ignored.

 

"Fisé, please… accept this vow. Be my one and only, the first and the last."

 

He pressed a kiss of promise to his lips—and with his hand, reached to gently lift the hem of Fisé's robe.

 

His fingers touched the softness of a pale thigh, and a heat suddenly surged through him.

 

Blood rushed downward, and his trousers grew painfully tight. The fabric creaked under the strain, and Aurelian half-expected a thread to snap. He'd gotten like this before, lying alone in bed and imagining the feel of Fisé's skin. But never like this. Never this sudden, this sharp, this overwhelming. His arousal swelled, as if it didn't belong to him at all, but was some foreign force that had overtaken him.

 

"…Nn…"

 

As his tongue explored Fisé's mouth, Aurelian tilted his head to deepen the kiss—chasing the taste of him, grazing over his teeth, gently claiming his lips.

 

He finally stripped off the coat he'd kept on against the cold, leaving only his vest, shirt, and trousers. As he sank closer to Fisé's warmth, he pulled his lips away and moved to his neck, sucking softly. Fisé gave a faint, breathy gasp.

 

"Fisé… may I touch you more?"

 

He whispered, gently stroking his slender thigh as he drew open the high collar of the dark robe.

 

Fae garments had no ties or buttons; Aurelian hadn't known where to begin. But it didn't matter. The fabric—unlike anything from the world he knew—yielded with the faintest tug of his fingers. It stretched and flowed like a cat's body, shifting freely to reveal pale shoulders, the gentle slope of a chest.

 

He always wore the same clothes, but sometimes he was buttoned to the neck like a nun, and sometimes his collarbones were bare. Even now, Fisé could have changed the outfit however he wished. If he didn't want his thighs exposed, he could have reshaped the cloth into something more modest. But he hadn't.

 

Even with so much skin laid bare, he didn't resist. He simply… let himself be held.

 

And yet, he wasn't unresponsive. A subtle tension ran beneath his skin, impossible to hide. As Aurelian's hand slid inward toward his groin, Fisé's knee lifted slightly. When he pressed his lips to the soft peak of his chest, the muscles in his neck tensed, standing out in stark relief.

 

"…I'm sorry… for touching you while you sleep."

 

Torn between the desire to wake him and the fear that he'd be rejected if he did, Aurelian gave in to his longing. He let his tongue graze the soft, blushing tip of Fisé's nipple.

 

"──Ah…"

 

Fisé let out a sound—a small, broken breath—and shivered beneath him.

 

He said nothing more. But to Aurelian, that breath was everything. It thrilled him.

 

Fisé's pale nipples, so soft and gentle in color, were the opposite of the remote, aloof air he always carried. They were delicate, innocent even. And yet, with the faintest flick of his tongue, they grew sharper, more pronounced—almost as if begging to be touched more, to be played with. That single invitation sent a fresh wave of heat through him.

 

"…Ah…"

 

Again, Fisé whimpered, and Aurelian's desire only grew heavier.

 

But that wasn't all. When he finally touched Fisé's member, he found it was already beginning to stir.

 

Not fully hard yet, but no doubt aroused. Pulsing.

 

If he made some tactless comment, Fisé would probably snap at him—say something like, "Fairy's penises are naturally firmer than humans'," with an indignant scowl. But just imagining the embarrassment behind those cold eyes, the flustered honesty he'd try to hide, was almost too much to bear.

 

"…Nnh…"

 

Still pretending to sleep, Fisé let out another sigh of pleasure—and Aurelian couldn't help himself. He began to mark him, kissing him hard enough to leave bruises.

 

Just beside the pink of his nipple, he left a darker mark—like the petal of a blood-red rose. He didn't know how long it would last, but just looking at it made him want to taste more of Fisé's body, to leave more of himself behind.

 

"Fisé…"

 

He whispered his name, voice trembling like a petal caught in the wind, as he moved between his pale, slender legs.

 

With only the sleeves and waist of his robe still clinging to his body, Fisé looked like a painting—sensual to the eye, with a heady fragrance rising from his skin, sweet and impossible to describe. He could scarcely imagine a soul who could resist it.

 

Drawn in like a bee to the heart of a flower, he bent down and took Fisé's stiffening member into his mouth.

 

"…A-ah…!"

 

A voice unlike anything that had come before—sweet, sharp, and ringing with helpless pleasure—paired with the first bead of nectar from his tip, shattered the last of Aurelian's restraint.

 

He grasped Fisé's knees as they began to close and spread them wide.

 

For a moment, he thought he heard a faint "No…"—but it was only a phantom echo, no more than his own hesitation.

 

Though his knees trembled, though they tried to resist, Fisé said nothing. He didn't push Aurelian away. His face remained composed, but Aurelian could see it: the clenched jaw, the fingers digging into the sheets.

 

"Fisé…"

 

With a low voice, Aurelian gently licked up the thick drop trailing from the head of Fisé's length.

 

He had begun with an eager suck, but now he slowed—offering reverent kisses, letting his tongue tease open the small slit where the sweetness welled up.

 

"A-ah…"

 

With each stroke, each flick of his tongue, Fisé's arousal grew firmer—matching Aurelian's own rising desire. Whatever guilt lingered within him melted away.

 

All he wanted now was to be joined, as quickly as possible. His hands moved faster, his mouth grew hungrier.

 

He had always thought himself capable of restraint. He was wrong.

 

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