He had such a lewd thing done to him, yet instead of feeling outraged, resentful, or repulsed, he actually… actually responded in such an improper way!!!

Ah, ah! He should clearly be dissatisfied right now! And angry, so angry! He should push the other away and scold him! Make him sleep on the couch for a year–no, month–no, week!!

But… but… actually… besides nervousness and shame, there was only…

“Nngh!” The voice that came out of Noah’s mouth was so lascivious the embarrassment brought tears to his eyes. He bit his lip in a pitiful attempt to stop himself from letting out such appalling noises. Yet his quivering lips just couldn’t remain closed under the onslaught of pleasure, constantly releasing choked gasps and whimpering moans.

Noah’s thick and long eyelashes shuddered, trying to blink away the moisture and hide the two amber orbs underneath. Those two gems were too mirror-like, clearly reflecting all of the thoughts that he didn’t wish anyone else to know. One look into their depths and the shameful truth would come spilling out!

The truth that he, Noah…

He actually liked this kind of forceful, shameless, lecherous Levi!

Being stripped and tied up by the other like this… actually… it made Noah’s very soul tremble with bashful anticipation. Its silent cries were too welcoming as if it wished to convey, “Come! Make me yours!”

Deep down, Noah thought that if he was “forced” like this, unable to refuse, then he wouldn’t need to feel ashamed about what happened next. If he was not given a choice, then whatever sinful thing took place couldn’t be blamed on him! It wouldn’t be him that was too lewd or depraved; he just didn’t have a choice!

If the responsibility was not his to bear, then… the overwhelming shame and anxiety would suddenly become much easier to take, turning from something suffocating to something… stimulating.

He, Noah, was a thin-skinned little virgin raised by a nun, instilled with virtues of modesty and purity from birth. Everything about romance and sex made him feel ashamed. More so if the other party was a big man just like him.

Rationally, he knew that there was nothing wrong with a pair of spouses being intimate, even if both of them were men. But things ingrained too deeply became an instinct, something reason alone cannot overcome.

As if a man on a reinforced glass bridge, he knew that he had nothing to fear, yet his feet still refused to move forward. Yearning to cross, yet unable to take a single step.

Standing above the precipice, what he needed wasn’t courage. But someone assertive and resolute, who’d grab his hand, not letting go until they pulled his rigid body all the way across.

If there was such a person by his side, then, even if the bridge was made of thin ice, he could still cross it!

Fortunately, there was indeed one such person by his side. A person with a large, warm hand, holding him securely and… rubbing up and down.

The hand moved in tandem with the mouth, sending shockwaves of ecstasy throughout Noah’s body with each motion.

The texture of Levi’s palm was slightly rough, yet the friction between it and Noah’s sensitive flesh was not painful but extremely stimulating, setting each and every nerve ending on fire. And the mouth…

Ah, the insides of Levi’s mouth were so warm, so wet! His tongue so soft, so slippery.

When Levi’s greedy mouth sucked, Noah thought the other would suck his soul right out of him. Each time, the pleasure was so violent, so intense his entire body jerked uncontrollably and only broken syllables came out of his throat. Intelligible, broken gasps and muffled whines so obscene they made him feel dirty.

It was only when he peeked at those pools of blue, filled with unconcealed, overflowing infatuation, that Noah found this side of him tolerable.

As long as that person loved seeing this side of him, then… then being like this wasn’t unsightly.

If seeing him like this made the other feel happy, then… then Noah even felt that being like this was… good.

Even if the other wanted to do more perverted things… it…. it wouldn’t be hard to bear at all… (⁄ ⁄> ︿

None of Noah’s little expressions was missed by Levi. His hand stroked up and down with increased pace, his tongue made naughty circles around his baby’s pink tip, but Levi’s eyes never left Noah’s face. He watched his little rabbit like a hawk, unwilling to miss a single twitch, constantly searching the other’s micro-expressions for any stop signs.

Yet that “no” that Levi half-expected never came.

Yes, his baby whimpered and cried out very pitifully, but not once did he tell him to stop, not once did he say he didn’t like it, didn’t want it. Even if his mouth couldn’t form words, he could have used his powers or body to express his rejection. But he didn’t.

Though his body writhed under Levi’s administrations, the struggle was instinctual, perfunctory, without any real force behind it. The loosely tied black ribbon didn’t even come undone.

Though his baby’s red, watery eyes looked as if he would burst into tears in the next moment, the way he unconsciously arched his hips towards Levi and his very energetic little bird that kept frothing with a mixture of precum and saliva, all spoke of a different story.

Levi’s chest rumbled with a soft laugh. His precious baby was truly the cutest thing in existence. Too shy to admit he wants it, yet too honest to deny wanting it. So, darn adorable Levi didn't know what to do with him other than to do him. Thoroughly.

The vibration of Levi’s chuckle transmitted into Noah’s “little brother”. It jerked within Levi’s mouth so intensely the other nearly swallowed it down his throat.

Noah’s meowl was especially loud, especially pitiful, as if pleading for mercy. The short puffs of breath coming out in between the whines so hot they were nearly visible. His lower half kept seeping shameful fluids like a broken faucet. The more Noah tried to plug it up, the more it leaked.

‘Ah, ah, too embarrassing!!!’ Noah dearly wished he could just bury his head into the sand like an ostrich! He tried to cover his burning face with his hands, but as they were tied up, he had to settle for barely covering his eyes.

With those captivating amber gems cast in the shadows of his baby’s two slender arms, Levi finally managed to move his gaze downwards, fully taking in the gorgeous scenery in front of him.

Levi’s eyes roved over every inch of visible skin yet always unconsciously lingered around the love bite he had left yesterday night.

Milky white skin branded with lovely pink, sprawled on top of crimson sheets.

So pure and clean, yet so devastatingly alluring it drove him mad with hunger!

Touching his baby like this wasn’t enough! Not even close!

He wanted to sink his own throbbing length into his baby’s tight little hole! Mercilessly pound his white round ass until it turned red! Love him so thoroughly his very being would meld with Levi’s, forever unable to be separated, eternally belonging only to each other.

Gentle, soothing infatuation and harsh, burning passion battled within Levi. He wanted to treat his precious treasure tenderly, yet he also wanted to pound him ruthlessly, leaving his mark on every inch of his skin, inside and out.

Those red, teary eyes, that flushed face, those lips raw from gnawing. Everything screamed “pitifully bullied wife”. And yet, instead of evoking pity, it awakened each and every one of Levi’s predatory instincts, making him wish to ravage the prey in front of him until he really did become a pitifully bullied little wife.

His boiling blood wouldn’t be able to rest until every sensitive place on his baby’s body had been thoroughly “abused”. The puffy mouth, the little red buds on his chest, the cute pink little bird, the perky white ass, and the tight pink pucker in between the round, supple cheeks.

He would not be satisfied until he entirely devoured this tantalizingly ripe peach that was leaking out sweet, fragrant juice with each nibble and squeeze.

Was he too greedy? Perhaps.

But he didn’t wish to restrain himself any longer.

He wanted to let it all out. All of him. All of the yearning, hunger, obsession, adoration. Love.

- Author Note -

I noticed you guys trying to guess what Noah’s anima is going to be. I’ve already decided on this a long time ago. Do you guys want a spoiler? :D

P.S. After some data analyzing I stumbled upon a (not at all) astounding realization - it takes me a lot more effort and time to produce a smut chapter than a non-smut chapter. (°△°|||) According to the data, it would seem I really can't keep a one chapter per day release rate during this period. ○|￣|_ Thus, forget what I said about trying to release one chapter per day. I certainly am trying, but no matter how much a pig tries to fly, it won't happen. QAQ It seems I'll only be able to make up my chapter deficit after this entire smut is done with.

I hope my smut writing speed will improve with practice.