What's so hard about it?

"Just do everything the way you did before, can't you see I'm ready?"

Cal kissed him long and tenderly, getting more and more hot and losing control.

As he put his ravenous cock against the tender, quivering entrance, he tried to act confidently but gently.

As before, after gently massaging the incredulous ring, he waited for the moment of relaxation and, pressing lightly, plunged in just a little.

This exhilarating and frightening state made Liam cringe, and at first, he involuntarily resisted letting Cal inside.

All he had to do was wait for the next opportune moment when he relaxed. Slowly the panic receded, replaced by a surprising feeling of fullness. Liam thrust sharply toward him and forced Cal halfway in.

The sharp pain made Liam ooze, trying to bring his senses back to normal.

Cal held back with all his might. The incessant massage wasn't doing this effort any good, stars were shooting out of his eyes as Liam squeezed and pulled him inside.

Making one last effort, he entered fully and experienced the pleasure of the very fact that he was so close to the man he loved.

"Try to move," Liam said with difficulty, "but slowly at first."

Obedient to someone he worshipped and did not wish to offend, Cal gently began to polish his pliable body.

Slowly and timidly at first, but at one point he looked at his teacher and subconsciously caught his impatience.

With a moment's increased pressure and amplitude, he realized that he was just about to reach the finish line on his own.

Liam grasped the sheets with his hands and threw his head back, holding back moans of either pain or pleasure.

Cal realized that every time he wanted to speed up, Liam looked at him impatiently.

Liam could no longer speak: his excitement had become so tangible and hot that it was about to pour out.

Liam was adept at hiding if he was in pain, choosing to endure it for the greater good, but he was also rewarded.

The unusually sensitive area inside was giving him relentless pleasure.

Gasping and arching his whole body, he was overtaken by the ninth shaft of sizzling pleasure and gripped Cal in a deadly grip.

After waiting out the storm, Cal stared at a flaccid Liam. He no longer had the strength to squeeze or push him out. For a while, he lay on the bed in an unbelievably slutty pose, almost emotionless.

Not caring what he looked like, he opened his moist eyes and looked seductively at Cal, who in his confusion had almost forgotten why they were all here.

This look instantly roused Cal, and he entered Liam with all his strength and became relentless, causing him to sob uncontrollably with bliss, forgetting everything in the world.

Easily throwing Liam's leg over his shoulder, he was able to fondle him with his free hand until he gave in to the provocation.

Cal outdid himself at the sight of the new wave of excitement, sending Liam into another wet knockout, engrossed in a mad race so much that he carelessly cum inside him. The realization came only a few minutes later.

They lay cuddled together, completely wet and sticky. Liam had a triple lead on the score, but also searing pain below the back.

After lying down for about an hour, he wanted to get up, but overestimated his abilities and collapsed back onto Cal with a pitiful "ouch." The apprentice was feeling better, he asked:

"You probably wanted a bath, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Liam said with difficulty breathing, "but probably not right now...I'm...uncomfortable."

Cal thought for a moment and then jumped up and ran away. Returning from the bathroom, he brought a basin of warm water and a sponge.

Gently rubbing a damp cloth over Liam's body, he tried to ease his discomfort with his care.

Suddenly the thought occurred to him that he had left the fruits of his zeal inside Liam, and perhaps it was better to clean it up.

In doing so, he embarrassed the teacher quite a bit and the latter had to bite his finger to restrain himself. The stinging pain made him additionally uncomfortable, causing tears to cluster in the corners of his reddened eyes.

"It's no good, you put up with the pain without showing it," Cal lamented, "and don't tell me it's okay."

Liam remained silent. The apprentice stepped out onto the terrace and touched his crystal, summoning the Seventh Elder.

"I need a cure for the pain that can be applied to a wound to relieve inflammation and itching..."

"Is someone hurt?" asked Seventh worriedly.

"Well, you could say that, but it's more like... rubbing..."

"О..." Elder thought, "then perhaps you could use that medicine that Nood takes from me?"

"..."

"Here," a small vial flew at Cal, and he caught it deftly. "And this... so this doesn't happen again, 'use before'..." the second vial flew there as well.

"Thank you very much," Cal said quietly, burning with embarrassment.

Returning to Liam, he looked at the bottles and hid one in his pocket.

After the therapeutic treatments, Liam felt much better and fell blissfully asleep. Seeing him so gentle, carefree, and lecherous was unusual and sweet.

Cal wanted to remember that face and those moans forever and expected to hear them again in the future. Satisfied with himself, he disguised himself and went to get food.

On the way, he checked on Legion and, after making sure he was all right, left him in the care of Unner, whom he ran into in the mess hall.

Upon entering the Head's room, Cal set the basket on the table and lay down beside Liam for five minutes. With his arms around his beloved, he fell sweetly asleep until the evening.

When Liam opened his eyes, the last ray of sunlight was slipping out of the room. His back and everything below were noticeably less sore, thanks to the care of the man sleeping beside him.

Liam didn't get up and continued to stare at Cal. He seemed to be getting the hang of it.

He'd helped them get to another level, or it would have dragged on for years. It took a lot of courage and admonition from his "favorite students," but it wasn't all for nothing.

Barely had Liam lost Cal in the distant past when he became painfully aware of how much he meant to him. The impossibility of meeting him, and the separation, had all greatly affected his resolve and outlook.

Confronted with the fact that his students were in love with each other, he used his communication with them to find out what was keeping him from his mind.

For some time now, he was ready for anything. Even if it was crazy because Cal would never get into the Aether.

But if there was even the tiniest and smallest chance, Liam wouldn't miss it again. Besides, his uncle had promised that one day he would see Cal...

In a world where men couldn't marry and have children together, only affection and affection could bring them together.

Thinking of the future, Liam hoped for their "happily ever after" together. As he indulged in these pleasant thoughts, he heard a knock on the door.

Cal instantly woke up and jumped in.

"Liam, it's me, Uncle."

Cal hastily disappeared onto the terrace, and the Head let his uncle in.

"Good evening," Liam greeted the Fourth Elder.

"Let's skip the conventions," his uncle interrupted him, "when did you return to the Academy?"

"The day before. I had two new students who had acquired dragons. I couldn't miss it."

"Yeah, I heard that what's-his-name, Dai-Kun showed up?"

"Now he asked to be called Legion," Liam clarified.

"Phew," laughed the man, "since when do these lizards pick their own nicknames? Is he that special?"

Liam ignored his uncle's bad mood and sat down at the table.

He had to moderate his ardor and follow his nephew's example. After a little silence, he tapped his fingers on the table and asked:

"You've been the Head for almost a year, what do you say, how do you like the place?"

"It's fine, but if someone more deserving can be found, I'll cede my position to him gladly. I don't like being in the public eye."

Liam was showing with every appearance that he wasn't holding on to the prestigious status of the Head, causing jealousy and envy in his ambitious uncle.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," his uncle repeated again. "And how was your injury? They say it was serious?" he faltered.

"By the care of the Seventh Elder I'm well, I'm all right now."

Uncle tapped his fingers on the table again. He seemed to have something to say, but he couldn't.

Uncle: "..."

Liam: "..."

Somewhere in Cal's room a lone dragon: "Where is everybody?"

Cal got tired of standing on the balcony and looked into the room and saw Liam alone.

"Is everything all right?"

"You never can tell for sure," Liam replied, "but I'm feeling restless."

Cal turned the chair with its back to himself and sat down.

"Have you considered my offer for a business trip?" he remembered the business.

Liam looked at his chair absently.

"Not yet. And you already want to find a reason to break up?" Liam himself didn't realize how he'd blurted that out, and he was confused.

Cal didn't say anything but asked himself if it had been long since his friend had become prone to mood swings. It had never happened to him before.

"Sorry, I don't know what I'm saying myself, I'm just in a bad mood after seeing a relative."

- Uh-huh," Cal retorted. - Do you want me to fix your memories of that night a little bit?"

Liam tensed: one more session of intimacy was unlikely to endure, was that really what Cal was talking about?

Seeing Liam's tension and confusion, Cal stood up and returned his chair. Then he picked up his sweetheart in his arms and carried him lightly to the bed.

"Oh, my God," Liam thought, but immediately took it back.

After he made him comfortable by shoving pillows under his back, Cal crouched on the edge of the bed and began massaging Liam's feet.

"Ahhhh, oooh, oooh, mmmm," he wasn't shy about expressing emotion until he was feeling so good.

Cal was enjoying it. He never thought those righteous to the point of squeaking lips could make such musical sounds.

He diligently kneaded Liam's legs to his knees and then politely asked the Head to lie down on his stomach.

Throwing an indignant look, Liam began to pull a mountain of pillows out from under him.

Finally, he was able to roll over and comply with the order. Cal began gently kneading the stiff muscles in his back.

Gradually the numbness of the overload began to pass, giving way to more pleasant feelings of relaxation and pleasure.

Cal moved gently from top to bottom and paid particular attention to the areas on her lower back. They were known to stimulate circulation in the pelvic organs, causing arousal, and they could also relieve pain in that area.

Liam lounged in his arms. It was a wonderful sensation I wanted to keep forever. Satisfied with his care, he rolled over and drew Cal to him.

"I didn't know you had such hidden talents," he said, kissing his hands.

"I'm glad you were satisfied, or I guess you misunderstood me."

"Um...well, sort of, yeah. I really thought you wanted a repeat, but it's going to take me a while."

Cal kissed Liam's fluffy eyelashes, then his nose, his chin, and deliberately did not touch his lips.

Liam opened one eye and peeked at him bewildered. Cal kissed various lovely parts of his body again and ignored his lips.

Liam couldn't stand such injustice. He sat up on the bed and looked at Cal indignantly.

"What's the matter?" ostensibly not understanding, Cal asked.

"Why do you..." Liam didn't finish.

"What?" Cal teased him.

"Why do you... Oh, nothing!" he collapsed back on the bed.

Cal leaned over a disgruntled Liam and said:

"If you want something, just say it."

Liam stared at his slightly swollen lips.