Night had draped the Altavis mansion in its quiet, silvery shroud. Moonlight streamed through the tall windows, casting delicate shadows across the polished floors and ornate furniture. In the serenity of the night, a more intimate scene unfolded in the private bedroom.
Alvin lay sprawled gently beneath Kazien, his golden-yellow hair falling over the pillow like liquid moonlight. Kazien's hands traced delicate patterns on Alvin's face, his fingers lingering as though memorizing every curve, every expression.
"Alvin… will I be able to get through all this?" Kazien asked, his voice a fragile whisper. His forehead rested against Alvin's, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist.
Alvin's lips curved softly into a reassuring smile. "My dear," He murmured, brushing a strand of hair from Kazien's face, "you can get through all this. Look at me! I… I lost my entire family. I thought I'd never recover. But you… you've given me a reason to smile again, a reason to forget my grief."
Kazien's heart throbbed at those words, each beat echoing in his chest like a drum of warning and desire. He gently lowered Alvin onto the bed, careful not to overwhelm him with the weight of his own emotions. Seeing Alvin so exposed, so vulnerable beneath him, awakened a fierce tenderness that made Kazien's chest ache.
He gazed into Alvin's mint green eyes—pools of trust and longing—and felt a stirring he could no longer deny. Wow… he's so cute. Is he really willing to let me…? Can I do it?
Kazien's lips kissed Alvin's fiercely yet gently—their first real kiss. A mixture of excitement and curiosity, as if every hidden desire and unspoken promise flowed into that kiss. Alvin responded instinctively, drawing closer, letting the warmth of their bond fill the silence of that night.
Kazien swayed gently but with intense sexual passion. Alvin, feeling the movement, instinctively wrapped his arms around Kazien's body, hugging him tightly as if Kazien would disappear if he let go.
He began to straddle and hug Kazien's hips. Alvin's face was resigned and eagerly awaiting what would happen next.
"Do you… want to?" Alvin whispered, voice low and laden with both hope and urgency. "If you do… let's do it, my dear."
Kazien ignored Alvin's words and continued kissing him. Alvin, who was getting carried away, immediately put his hand inside Kazien's pants. He grabbed and played with Kazien's erect penis.
My dear, your penis is very erect and it seems like you're already at your limit. Come on, do it now! I've been eagerly waiting for your penis to move back and forth passionately inside my body.
But suddenly Kazien realized that he was not yet married to Alvin, so he spontaneously pulled away. Alvin, who had been eagerly waiting to have sex with Kazien, was forced to stare blankly at the face of his future husband.
"I… I'm sorry." he whispered, heart pounding. "I almost lost control. We can't—not yet. We're not married!"
Alvin's eyes narrowed in mock frustration, pouting as he shot Kazien a glare tinged with disappointment. Kazien's hand instinctively pinched his cheek, gentle yet apologetic.
"For now… just wait," Kazien murmured, voice trembling.
"You're really the worst, future husband!" Alvin muttered, half-playful, half-angry. "I was looking forward to more!"
Kazien smiled faintly, hiding the storm inside him. He could not—would not—let their first intimacy cross boundaries before the bond of marriage was official. His desire to protect Alvin, to honor his innocence and the promise of their future, outweighed even his own desperate longing.
"I'm sorry, Alvin. I… I'll sleep in the library tonight. Good night, my cute prince."
Alvin remained silent, refusing even a glance at his future husband as Kazien quietly retreated. The weight of his disappointment lingered in the room, heavier than any words could express, and Kazien's heart ached with guilt and yearning.
Morning broke over the Altavis mansion, painting the gardens in a pale golden hue. But the household was unusually quiet. Breakfast, normally a lively and cheerful affair, was subdued, tense, and heavy. Alvin did not greet Kazien. Kazien, for his part, moved with mechanical precision, avoiding the boy's gaze and leaving his food untouched.
"Is everything alright?" Duchess Larina asked, her brows furrowed at the palpable tension. "Did you two have a quarrel?"
"It's… nothing, Mother," Kazien muttered, voice low, eyes fixed on the floor.
Alvin continued to eat silently, mint green eyes cast down, yet brimming with subtle resentment. Duchess Larina's frown deepened; it was clear that the coldness between them ran deeper than a mere misunderstanding.
"Breakfast is over," she declared, rising from her seat. "Now, I want to know what's truly going on between you two."
Alvin hesitated, then admitted softly, "It's… because Kazien refused me again. After I… after I had given in to my feelings, I was hoping… I was looking forward to it. But he refused. It felt… like I was being toyed with."
Duchess Larina's eyes widened as comprehension dawned on her. This was no trivial quarrel. It was a clash of desire, love, and restraint—a tension wrought with fear of overstepping boundaries and deep care for each other.
"I'll go see Kazien," she said firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument. Without waiting for anyone's response, she left the dining room.
She found him in the garden, seated alone beneath the soft light of early morning, staring at the dew-kissed grass. His posture was tense, small hands clenched in his lap, eyes distant and troubled.
"Kazien…" she called gently, stepping closer.
Kazien flinched, bowing his head instinctively.
"Mother… it's my fault," he whispered, voice trembling. "I—"
Before he could respond, a sharp slap landed on his cheek. Kazien's eyes widened in shock—the first time he had ever felt the sting of his mother's hand. He pressed a trembling palm to his face, unable to meet her fiery gaze.
"After you provoked him… why did you reject him?" Duchess Larina demanded, her voice fierce but laced with concern. "If your father had acted this way, I would have been upset too. Did you even consider Alvin's feelings?"
"I… I just didn't want to ruin his purity until we were officially married!" Kazien whispered, voice breaking, drenched in fear and sincerity.
"Then next month, you won't wait for the engagement," Duchess Larina declared, eyes blazing. "You'll marry him straight away!"
Kazien froze. His mind spun with disbelief. "What? Mother… isn't that… against the rules? I'm only thirteen!"
"Rules?" she snapped, voice rising. "You're already breaking rules simply by loving him, and now you dare question me? You'll marry him. That's final!"
Kazien's legs trembled, his heart pounding. Fear, confusion, and a strange warmth of anticipation collided violently inside him. He lowered his head, unable to meet her glare.
"I will not hear any more arguments!" Duchess Larina continued, voice softening slightly, yet remaining unyielding. "Alvin relies on you. Do you truly wish to hurt him?"
"No… Mother. I don't," Kazien murmured, barely audible.
"You see," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder, "if you can't take this step willingly, then at least face him. Go see him. You must. Now."
Panic surged through Kazien like a storm, leaving him paralyzed in fear. I… I can't… what if he hates me? What if I ruin everything?
His mother's grip tightened on his hand, guiding him slowly toward the mansion door. Each step felt like a battle with his own heart, legs shaking, mind screaming to flee.
"I… I… I'm so scared…" Kazien stammered, chest heaving. "Mother… I'm not ready… I can't…"
"Stop arguing!" Duchess Larina's voice cut through his panic. "This is no longer a choice. You go, face him, and take responsibility for what you feel."
Kazien's hands shook violently as he approached the threshold. His heart pounded like a drum of warning. Every instinct urged him to turn away, yet he forced himself forward, driven by the unrelenting weight of love, fear, and duty.
Kazien froze, panic gripping him as he whispered, "I… I'm here… even though I'm terrified… I… I don't know what to do…"