Chapter 25

At the first sounds of rhythmic thumping and muffled grunts, the servants who guarded the inner chamber cleared the yard and delivered themselves to their own rooms.

After hearing such a blushing noise, no one would dare to return until dawn. Many years of experience taught them that the masters were going to be working late into the night. It was best that they saved themselves the embarrassment of having to hear the fierce battle coming from within.

Pushing as deep as he could go without hurting the man, the General gave his all. Thrust after thrust he hit the area of pleasure that squeezed out suggestive cries from Randell. Unable to hide his explicit exclamations, he covered his mouth with his jade-like fingers. 

Even in the comfort of their own home, the lovely man was holding back.

Wearing a lazy smile, the General whispered, "They've all gone. You can be as loud as you want now."

Tears formed in his eyes from the intense pleasure, but Randell held them in defiance. He may have been a servant since he was a boy, but year after year of being warmly embraced and showered with love by his Master stripped off the humble thoughts, revealing a proud and haughty nature.

Randell glowered, "You..."

The General lowered his head until their noses were touching. And the breaths intermingled while the rhythm of their hearts became one. When they were alone together, it was as if he wasn't an almighty warrior but the unruly teenager who used to pull his servant boy into closed quarters at every chance he had. 

The days of awkward fumbling and short exchanges were far gone - only to be upgraded to the boundaries of the gates of their estate.

"What about me?" At the end of the question, his strong hips snapped downward.

Randell swore that the long whip was trying to kill him. 

Even now, people on the outside of the mansion's walls believe that General Lovel was an upright gentleman whose first love was the country and second love was his sword. He would never pick flowers or whore around.

Little did they know that this man was a big hooligan who was greedy for sex.

The poor servants who just fled could testify this fact. All of them knew from countless nights of standing guard that their General was a hungry man with a monstrous appetite.

And Randell knew even better than they did that his lover had no limits. If he hadn't met the old Marquis and Marchioness and seen the resemblance of parent to child, he would have been sure that Jedrick was the son of an incubus.

Sometimes, after being thoroughly ravished, Randell would lay limply in bed with a wish to announce to the world, "A wolf that guarded sheep was still a wolf!"

Of course, these were just empty words because... secretly, he too was a wolf. A wolf who loved being eaten by another wolf.

"Go slower... Ah!"

Hearing such a nice demand, of course, Jedrick had to do exactly the opposite. His lover liked to lie in bed - both figuratively and physically. Their act was like a balance beam. Pretending to be good was just a pretense and a mask. It was Jedrick's job to remove that disguise to reveal the true person beneath. 

Sometimes, the mask would surrender by itself; sometimes it would momentarily fall before it would return seconds later.

And whenever this happened, the General would do his best to fuck the debauched nature out of Randell. 

There was nothing better than his efforts being rewarded by his man forcefully pushing him down and riding his cock. 

With each forceful pounding Randell felt his balls drawing upward. The tears he withheld fell in accordance to their own will. Yet, the hot droplets didn't travel far when the General licked them up. The salty taste was sweet on his tongue.

Such beautiful tears should only ever be made because of him and him alone. "Sl-ow d-dowwn. Mmmm. Ah~" Such a simple request might have been convincing had it not been for the fact that he reciprocated each plunging movement with an equal amount of force.

Seeing Randell's mouth laxed open as he pleaded passionately, the General gave a violent twist to a blushing nipple.

"Ahh!!" The pleasurable pain went straight to his upper and lower head; a shot of precum spurted, almost causing Randell to lose it. Removing his clutch from Jedrick's arm, he gripped the base of his shaft that was ramming against the impressively hard stomach. 

Feeling drunk on how responsive his lover was, the General continued to twist the nipple while sucking on the other tit. Just like it was the candy from his childhood, he lightly pulled and rolled the bean in his mouth. Then, as if he sensed the jealousy of the other side, he switched.

Flesh upon flesh, a slick mess from the oil. A tumultuous crescendo that was reaching it's peak.

The two madly fucked like this.... Higher and higher, the moment of climax was coming. So close. They were so close...

Until...

the General's efforts powered by a horse's stamina slowed, providing a untimely response to Randell's prior wishes. The staccato rhythm was no longer punctuated. And the melody of their bodies suspended in the air. 

"Dammit! You bastard!" With his orgasm on the edge of the cliff, Randell was a hair trigger away from ascending to heaven. This time, his falling tears were accusatory and filled with frustration.

The only beholder was pleased to let them fall.

With his hands now holding onto the deceptively toned thighs, the General lightly gnawed the flesh. Like a possessive animal, he praised himself for the marks splayed across Randell's chest. In the morning, they were surely going to be deep bruises. His smile was smug and playful as he said, "You told me to slow and I slowed."

Such a response had the other man pissed to no end. With one swift movement, Randell flipped them over. Their connection breaking, Jedrick hissed a compressed breath when his crown was forcefully pulled out. "How can you still be so tight after so many years?"

The movement also hurt Randell, but he refused to pinch his brows in pain. With a little arrogant tilt of his chin, the beautiful man testily said, "This just means you haven't worked hard enough."

The General chuckled amusedly. Grabbing him by the neck, he pulled the superior man down. And before he fell too hard, Jedrick softly met him in the middle where they shared a contented kiss. "Is that so?"

"Mhmm."

Randell nodded as if he wasn't singing a different tune just moments earlier.

Finding his way back into the channel, the General's hands snaked down the smooth back until he could grip the perfectly muscled waist. In one fluid movement, he rammed his length upward and synchronously, they sighed in satisfaction.

When they were flushed as one, the General moved his hips in seductive circles. He watched as the alluring eyes fluttered until they were half lidded. 

Then, with another piercing thrust, he smiled as the bewitching gaze opened at full mast. 

Amorously, he said, "Then, I better do my best."

~~~

When the soft glow of day met the end of night, the two bodies laid flushed on the bed.

After the death of the previous Marquis, their lives had been busy and filled with responsibilities. On the outside, many things were out of their control or required their attention. 

The pressure of was great.

So, moments like this where the world was at peace and nothing was in between them were the greatest sanctuary to Randell and Jedrick.

While kissing the sleeping man's neck, the General took in the scent obsessively. Their lovemaking had stopped a few hours ago after - halfway through the third round. Randell said that he did not work hard enough, but Jedrick could argue that it was he who was the first to tap out each time.

Knowing this would be the outcome, Jedrick hurriedly finished up before dutifully wetting a clothe to wipe his man with.

After that, he shut his eyes for what seemed to be a brief rest. Then, as always, his internal clock woke him to this very moment where it was neither night or day.

Feeling the familiar breath on his neck, Randell fluttered his eyes open. Like the General, he wasn't as greedy for sleep as most people. The light kisses tickled his skin, but he would never stop such an endearing act.

"Do you have your regrets?" Straight to the point, the General asked. His mouth lingered on the pulse point of the neck. It was as if given the possibility Randell were to answer wrong, the General wouldn't hesitate in biting off a piece of flesh on the spot.

"No."

"You will forever be mine?"

Randell's eyes were open. A soft light shined through the window, barely illuminating the room they shared. His sleep-filled gaze idly roamed over the ceiling. His heart beat was slow from barely waking up. "I will, forever. Will you be mine forever?"

Tucking himself closer to the warm body beside him, the General concurred, "I will. Forever."