Little Pink Starfish

“Whether it was stroking my hair, brushing it, dressing me, or holding me in your arms… every one of those things you did for me was so clumsy that even someone like me, who had never experienced them before, could tell.”

“…I didn’t realize.”

It was only natural.

Before Ishar brought Veloan to the palace, he had never held anyone so tightly in his arms.

He had never stroked someone’s hair, never brushed another’s hair, and had certainly never dressed someone himself.

There were many other things, too. Until he met Veloan and did them for him, Ishar had only ever been on the receiving end—he had never done such things himself.

“I must have made you uncomfortable more than once, being so clumsy.”

“No, not at all.”

Veloan’s eyes curved into a smile.

“On the contrary, I truly loved that clumsiness of yours. I still do. So please, from now on… do all of that only for me.”

His heart, which had only just regained its calm, began to beat faster again. Even in the darkness of the room, Veloan’s gaze, filled with affection, reached Ishar with clarity.

Their eyes met briefly. A quiet and tender silence settled between them.

It was Veloan who broke the silence first. He leaned in close to Ishar and whispered softly.

“Will you allow it?”

Ishar didn’t respond right away. He slowly closed his eyes, then opened them with resolve and lowered his head.

And then, the warmth that came down upon his lips deepened as it met the warmth of the other.

Veloan sank his teeth into Ishar’s sweat-dampened, pale neck.

“Nhk—!”

Perhaps startled by the sudden stimulation, Ishar felt Veloan’s length throb as the inner walls around him tightened instinctively.

At that stimulation, Veloan licked his lips and suddenly thrust his cock, which had been pulled back to the glans, all the way to the base in one go. The sensation of it scraping against his inner walls sent Ishar into climax once again.

“St–stop……”

“I’d like to do that too, but you’re gripping me so tightly that I just can’t pull out.”

“―Ugh!”

As soon as the tension in Ishar’s inner walls holding Veloan’s member loosened slightly, Veloan thrust his cock upward again, aiming for the very peak of sensation that Ishar kept reaching.

It hadn’t been long since he had climaxed, but Ishar’s body, already overwhelmed by pleasure, convulsed in small spasms under the relentless pounding of the flesh mercilessly striking his most sensitive depths. When Veloan gripped his hips, hands still holding Ishar’s waist, a strained gasp—“Ugh”—escaped him.

“You’re so lewd, Ishar.”

Even the way he shrank his neck at those words was endearing, and Veloan sank his teeth into the nape of Ishar’s neck hard enough to sting a little. Even as he did, his hips never stopped moving.

“Hngh, ah, ah!”

Ishar squirmed, perhaps frightened by the relentless waves of pleasure shaking him to his core. In response to that desperate writhing, Veloan deliberately slowed the rapid thrusts he had been driving into him.

Ishar had always been clever and sharp, yet in moments like this—his body unaccustomed to such intense pleasure—he proved just how easily that clarity could falter.

“Haa—ugh!”

Overwhelmed by heat and drained of strength, Ishar twisted his body despite himself—only to end up rubbing his most sensitive spot against the cock inside him without Veloan needing to move much at all.

It seemed Ishar only realized his foolishness a moment too late.

Veloan was secretly disappointed, but as Ishar stilled his movements, seemingly trying to suppress the pleasure, Veloan took advantage of his momentary lapse—and drove his cock, which had been resting with only the tip at the entrance, deep inside once again.

With a wet squelch, the thick cock stirred up Ishar’s inner walls, and through the places where they were pressed tightly together, he could vividly feel every shudder of his trembling insides.

“W–wait…!”

Relentless thrusts drove the burning heat of Veloan’s cock upward, pressing against his inner walls, and stifled moans spilled continuously from between Ishar’s parted lips.

Seeing Ishar struggle so hard to hold back his voice was almost pitiful, and Veloan gently caressed his waist as he whispered tenderly:

“You can let your voice out as much as you like. Don’t hold it in. Hngh… I’m worried you might hurt yourself.”

Veloan knew better than anyone just how strong the body was that now trembled helplessly with each thrust, laid bare and vulnerable, back fully exposed to him.

But doesn’t everyone wish for the one they love not to get hurt?

Veloan felt a pang of distress seeing Ishar biting his lips over and over to hold back his voice. He would’ve preferred it if Ishar just clawed up his back again like last time—that would’ve been easier on his heart.

“Ishar, relax your jaw.”

“Then, ngh—take it out…!”

“I’d love to, but every time I thrust, you’re gripping me so tightly I can’t.”

The entrance, stretched nearly to its limit, clenched down hard each time he tried to pull his hips back, refusing to let him go.

When he rubbed just the right spot deep inside, Ishar’s inner walls clung to Veloan as if they never wanted to let him go, as if whispering they wanted to keep him there forever—tight and trembling with pleasure.

Ishar’s body responded to bliss with complete honesty.

For a brief moment, Veloan considered carefully pointing out every single detail to him, one by one, in a calm and deliberate tone.

If he did, Ishar would no doubt grow flustered and embarrassed, but in the end, he’d acknowledge it—and his cheeks would turn an even deeper shade of red.

But Veloan decided to hold his tongue. He figured it would be far more delightful—and far more endearing—to watch Ishar come to the realization on his own, rather than be told outright.

If possible, Veloan hoped Ishar would come to realize it all on his own—the way his body, so vulnerable to pleasure, was utterly lovable; the way his voice, occasionally calling Veloan’s name between moans, stirred something deep; even the curve of his shoulder blades standing out each time his chest rose and fell with breath—all of it, utterly cherished.

“I love you, Ishar.”

“Huuh, haa—ah…!”

He tried to suppress the urge to completely devour Ishar, but it was no use.

Ishar might not have realized it himself, but now, soaked in pleasure and starting to move his hips on his own, he was quickly wearing down Veloan’s restraint.

“Haa… you have no idea how much I want to consume you whole. But since I can’t, I’ll just fill you to the brim with my seed again tonight.”

“No, ngh—ah, you can’t… d-don’t—hngh!”

Even though Veloan had kindly explained the conditions during their first time, it seemed Ishar was still afraid—each time he pulled his hips back, his inner walls clenched tightly around the cock inside him, trembling and gripping even harder.

That sensation drew a low, rumbling growl from deep in Veloan’s throat.

“…Are you doing this on purpose?”

Murmuring in a voice that simmered with heat, Veloan released Ishar’s forearm from his grip.

Gasping for breath, Ishar trembled in thin spasms as he spilled again from being struck right on his peak. When the hand supporting his body suddenly let go, he flailed his arms to keep his balance.

The moment Veloan saw him hastily brace himself against the wall, he sank his teeth into the nape of Ishar’s neck.

Even in the faint darkness, Ishar’s ears were flushed red. The more Veloan saw him, the more he knew him, the more unbearable the affection became—he wanted to tease him, to consume him whole.

He wondered what kind of face this noble being would make if he filled him with so much pleasure that all reason disappeared. How beautifully he’d cry, how sweetly he’d squirm in helpless ecstasy.

But Veloan held back, suppressing those dark urges with patient restraint.

He had seen how deeply wounded Ishar had been the day he lost Veloan. He knew just how much Ishar had sacrificed for him.

Knowing that—how could he bear to hurt him?

So instead, Veloan simply held him close and whispered gently:

“You don’t need to be embarrassed. I truly, deeply adore this honest side of you.”

Even if you’re scared, even if you tremble—my desire to fill you so full of myself you overflow hasn’t changed.

That last thought, he swallowed rather than say aloud. Instead, he began to move again—slow, deep strokes, tender and deliberate.

Ishar still hadn’t gotten used to sex. His lovely partner feared pleasure more than welcomed it.

‘That’s alright. I’ll guide him slowly.’

If he continued to help Ishar adapt like this, step by step, then one day, even when Veloan touched him without meaning to arouse, Ishar would part himself in quiet anticipation of the pleasure to come.

The very thought sent a delicious thrill through him, and Veloan smiled deeply, gradually picking up the pace.

With every scrape along the inner walls and sharp press into the sweet spots, he left his mark on Ishar’s shuddering, beautiful body.

“Nngh—ah! Ah…!”

The bare nape of his neck, the faint reddish marks blooming down his back—Veloan found them mesmerizing.

He thought that someday, if the chance arose, it might not be so bad for the two of them to leave lasting marks on each other’s bodies.

“Ah—w-wait, ngh, it’s… too much…!”

“Is it?”

Veloan’s voice, as gentle as if he’d stop at once, floated down—and Ishar nodded frantically. Veloan responded by slipping an arm around him and gently pulling him close.

“Haa-aah!”

Without a chance to resist, Ishar was drawn in, his back pressed to Veloan’s chest.

“My, was that too intense as well?”

“Hnngh…”

Caught off guard, Ishar ended up straddling Veloan’s thigh, legs spread—his body weighed down by gravity, which forced the already-deep penetration even deeper, pressing hard against his insides. Unable to withstand it, he came once again.

Despite the embarrassing position, Ishar couldn’t even bring himself to feel ashamed. Leaning back against Veloan, he was gently held by the thighs, Veloan helping him settle into a position where he could rest more easily.

But even that small touch seemed to trigger a response—beneath Veloan’s palm, the muscles in Ishar’s thighs quivered with tremors he could feel completely.

“How is this position for you?”

“It’s… too deep—nngh…! It’s too deep, ah!”

Ishar’s panic was made clear as his inner walls tightened around him, clenching down on Veloan’s cock and drawing a low, growling moan from his throat.