"Alastair… Ah!… Alastair… the person… Ah!… It's not me!!"
Alastair nibbled on his neck as Ellis kept murmuring in a language foreign to everyone in this world. The number of thrusts he had accepted had already exceeded a hundred, yet there was no sign from Alastair of stopping or coming. The thought of this man stopping after coming once was also backed up by nothing but hopes and prayers. Maybe it was because they were both men, that's why there was no gentleness at all, but even as a man himself, Ellis had never been this depraved with his partner in bed despite the constant nagging he had received from Nina about how he was too careful with everything.
For him, who had never lost himself to pleasure, he genuinely couldn't comprehend how the only prince of this kingdom could be this vicious in bed.
"Alas…!..!!"
Over time, Ellis's body was starting to heat up so much he wanted to dive into an ice bath. With his out-of-focus eyes, Ellis glanced at him and gently caressed Alastair's face to remind him of any gentleness in him.
"A man… Haa… should be gentle… Ahnm!…"
But Ellis was so out of it, he collapsed again with his eyes shut tightly, resting his head on Alastair's shoulder and opened his mouth to express his thoughts from time to time in Alastair's ear like an annoyingly buzzing mosquito, not afraid of the wrath of the person he was distracting excessively. It was true that Alastair had already told him to be quiet, but since he wasn't reprimanded for it again and Alastair hadn't been too enthusiastic with the request, Ellis had unconsciously moved it to the corner of his head.
Then, as if he was really fed up with Ellis's unintelligible murmuration, Alastair placed his hand behind his head to go for a kiss again—to seal his lips—which Ellis avoided again by twisting his neck and burying his lips in Alastair's shoulders.
"..."
That's how his attempt to ignite any gentleness from Alastair ended, and gradually, his ministrations only became even rougher, as though he intended to fuck Ellis broken. He could only accept the discomfort silently as the terrifying fullness in his stomach continued to increase and throb violently, hanging by a thread. Ellis, as a man, also knew what that meant. Alastair was close to coming. Finally…
Ellis raised his head dazedly and crooked his misty eyes open to mindlessly stare into the distance. The fervor in his voice had toned down as he became tired of screaming for too long.
"Uh!… uh!… Ngh…"
"Stop whining and crying… Haah… I'm almost done… I will let you go soon."
Alastair spoke as confirmation, thrusting hurriedly upwards a few more times before he completely stopped, causing Ellis to glance at him with clear exhaustion. Alastair was already staring at him. Breathing unevenly with his mouth, Ellis returned the stare before asking slowly in Korean.
"I lived…?"
His bottom was half numb; it did feel sticky and wet as Alastair had come inside him, but Ellis was sure he hadn't, he surely would've felt the difference. Ellis was even more confused now. Did this maniac not want to come, so he was purposely stopping himself?
"Wh—"
Just as he was about to ask Alastair why he had stopped so abruptly when he had yet to come, Alastair made another attempt to kiss him on the lips. Not even close, Ellis had preparedly pressed his lips back into Alastair's shoulder. Alastair took notice of it this time, but he still leaned closer and kissed him on the left cheek as settlement. Surprisingly, Ellis felt no repulsion to his touch; although everything was happening against his will, he didn't feel the kind of aversion you'd feel from the same-sex as a straight person. He had no doubts he didn't feel any attraction to men, so… Was it because he had possessed Ellis's body, who had been gay? Or was it just that all omegas were gay?
Pondering the reason, Ellis had to tighten his hold on Alastair, who out of nowhere decided to walk while being balls deep inside him. Scared out of his wits by the deeper pokes, Ellis tried his best to climb on Alastair's body as he rubbed Ellis's naked shoulders with his palm. Reaching the twin white sofas, Alastair sat him on one of the sofas as Ellis slowly let go of Alastair, and the unbearable length slipped out of his lower half. Ellis saw the malicious member right in front of him, thinking it was personally modified just for this man. They were both made for each other.
Alastair trashed the remaining clothes on his body, revealing a more masculine body than it appeared under all the fancy articles of his clothing. Ellis, out of the clutches of this man, began to move to escape at the earliest opportunity, but his whole body was thoroughly beaten and battered, devolving into soft jelly…
He cautiously eyed Alastair, thinking he might come for him again as long as he stayed close in reach, but Alastair, not sparing him a glance, grabbed the wine bottle, downing the contents while stroking his member. The perfect picture of a debauchee. Emptying the whole bottle by himself, he returned the emptied glass bottle to the table and blocked the tip of his member as he came in his own hand. Ellis felt a new surge of the heavy alcoholic scent of wine, making him restless for some unexplainable reason.
Wiping his hands with a handkerchief that he threw away carelessly, Alastair plopped down on the same sofa as Ellis, leaving a little distance between them. A smile crept up on Alastair's tilted head, resting on the backrest of the white sofa, as he licked his upper lip slowly, glaring at Ellis as if he wanted to eat him alive. Ellis instinctively tensed again, but Alastair didn't move; he just lifted his semi-hard member, twice the size of his hand, while eyeing him with impure intentions until it came back to life terrifyingly fast and began speaking displaying his vulgarness, eyes locked on Ellis.
"If you want to reach climax, get up and sit on it."
He let out an amused laugh before finishing his words.
"I had too much to drink, I don't want to move."