Little Pink Starfish

Startled by the threatening sound, Ishar took a deep breath, his chest expanding. At that moment, Veloan firmly grabbed Ishar’s chest.

“Ah, hngh…!”

Though it was a firm chest unlike a woman’s, Veloan liked the sensation.

As Veloan mercilessly stimulated Ishar’s erect nipple, pinching it between his fingers, Ishar trembled and placed his own shaking hand over the back of Veloan’s.

“Don’t… touch. Hngh, it hurts.”

“Does it really only hurt? Please, be honest with me.”

Even as he whispered into Ishar’s ear with his lips brushing against it, Veloan deliberately caressed his chest in a slow, intentional motion.

As he rubbed around the areola, then pinched and rolled the nipple in slow circles, Ishar flinched and trembled in response—and Veloan found that reaction unbearably precious.

“It really… hurts. It h-hurts, hngh…”

As Veloan’s relentless touch tormented his chest, Ishar let out a feverish moan and instinctively tried to close his legs—only to become even more acutely aware of the presence of the member buried inside him. Realizing this, he could do nothing but bite his lip in silence.

“You’re enjoying this so much, yet you keep lying.”

“Ugh…!”

Even the way Ishar instinctively arched his chest and moaned when his nipple was gently twisted—it was all so beautiful. Veloan licked the space between Ishar’s neck and shoulder as his hand slowly slid downward.

Even though he had just ejaculated, when he stimulated his still half-erect member, which was dripping with clear fluid, he could feel his hot breath.

“Ah, please…”

“Why are you like this, Master?”

“Hngh…! Only at times like this…”

Pretending to slightly adjust his position, he lifted his hips and rubbed the tip of his member inside, causing the tormented organ to tense up tightly.

Veloan gripped and stimulated the member that now no one but I could touch. As he stroked and kneaded the thick shaft, then moved his hand up and down, Ishar let out a frustrated breath, as if burning with impatience.

Ishar was gently lifting his hips, as if in longing—a desperate gesture. Veloan narrowed his eyes, pressing his lips to Ishar’s shoulder to leave a mark of his own.

He must be burning with frustration. Both front and back were being stimulated just enough to fall short of release—deliberately lacking.

His body had already learned pleasure through Veloan, and though he feared that pleasure, he desired it just as much. It would leave him thirsting for more.

Deliberately avoiding direct stimulation of the tip, Veloan calmly stroked and teased around it, patiently waiting for Ishar to speak.

He himself was already painfully aroused, but if it meant he could draw both Ishar’s body and heart closer to him, he could endure anything.

And Veloan’s patience was rewarded.

“Veloan…”

The man who had always been unshakable—just seeing him falter, grow weak, show vulnerability and bare his emotions solely because of him—was already enough to make Veloan love him all the more.

“Please, hurry…”

“What is it that you desire?”

A low voice with a growl that sounded as though it might snap at any moment slipped from his lips.

For a moment, fear crept in—what if Ishar grew afraid and pushed him away now? But the look in those violet eyes that turned to him told Veloan right away that his fears were unfounded.

Ishar didn’t answer. He only moved his lips faintly. The instant their gazes met—violet locking with his—Veloan felt a shiver run through him.

With eyes that ached with such longing, there was no need for words.

“Hhnngh?!”

He laid Ishar down on the bed in one swift motion. Ishar, once again face-down, was beautiful—his back, the sweat-soaked ripples of pale blue and white fabric clinging to him.

But Veloan wanted more—to see Ishar consumed with pleasure, aching for him even deeper.

He leaned down and flipped Ishar’s body over without pulling out. Because they were still connected, his member rubbed against Ishar’s inner walls, making Ishar gasp sharply. Before that breath had even finished, Veloan began thrusting into him.

“Ah, ah—ah!”

There was no room left for composure. Patience had vanished. Without taking his eyes off Ishar, who lay beneath him, he moved his hips.

Pulling back and then thrusting forward roughly, he revealed the full extent of his desire buried deep within. As Ishar’s legs lifted into the air and his upper body was pushed upward, he grabbed onto his sides tightly to steady him.

Saliva dribbled from between parted lips that spilled moans like helpless thrashing.

Even the trail of tears falling uncontrollably from the overwhelming pleasure was so beautiful, so lovable, that he kissed Ishar as if to devour his lips, tangling their tongues together.

He was being ravaged roughly from top to bottom, and as their lower bodies pressed flush together, Ishar’s arousal—pinned between them and ground against Veloan’s firm abdomen—was stimulated to the point that even the faint grip he had on his reason seemed to slip away.

Strong arms tightened firmly around Veloan’s neck.

Even knowing it was a nearly instinctive act, Veloan felt a surge of joy. He pressed their bodies closer together, fully immersed in devouring him with even more fervor.

It was around the time Veloan released inside him for the third time, completely consumed by his desire for Ishar.

“Sto-op… hng, Ve-Veloaan…”

Hearing Ishar’s pleading voice, slurred and softened by pleasure, Veloan licked his lips as he looked down at him.

Even now, Ishar’s body clung tightly around him, tightening as if to stop him from pulling out—so what did he mean by stop?

On top of that, his lips parted as if begging for more, and his chest—still marked by Veloan’s bite—rose and fell in a seductive rhythm, deliberately enticing him. And yet he was saying to stop?

“Did you just say stop?”

Veloan wanted nothing more than to ignore it and thrust into him to the end. But he knew all too well how Ishar would react once it was over if he went that far.

And so, as if he were about to stop right then and there, Veloan pulled his length out slowly, leaving only the tip still nestled deep inside.

Ishar flinched slightly from the stimulation, but perhaps the thought of escaping the overwhelming pleasure brought him relief—his tear-filled eyes nodded eagerly again and again.

“Y-Yes, ahhh—!”

Catching him off guard, Veloan suddenly drove in with full force, striking the spot that made Ishar tremble. A nearly clear fluid spattered from the sudden thrust.

“Hngh… haa… ah…”

Watching him wide-eyed, lips trembling in shock from the pleasure, Veloan felt like he could lose his mind—he was so pitiful, so beautiful, so lovable.

Lowering himself, Veloan licked the line of drool trailing down Ishar’s chin, then sucked on his wet, swollen lips. After all the tongue they’d shared throughout their coupling, his lips were now visibly flushed and plump.

As Ishar’s breathing began to steady slightly, Veloan, still buried deep inside him, moved his hips in a slow, steady rhythm and slipped his tongue into Ishar’s defenselessly parted mouth.

“Mmngh… ha, uuh…”

Now, with not even a hint of resistance, Ishar responded eagerly, entwining his tongue with Veloan’s—and Veloan loved it.

Sharing warmth like this with the one he loved, becoming one with Ishar, filled Veloan with a profound sense of contentment. He wished he could stay like this forever.

When he finally pulled back from Ishar’s lips and looked up at the sky—where the rain had stopped and the first pale light of dawn was beginning to seep in—he felt a tinge of regret.

“It would’ve been nice… if it were just the two of us.”

He murmured softly, then smiled when he saw Ishar looking up at him with puzzled eyes, as if to say, Isn’t it just the two of us here?

But what Veloan meant was a world where only he and Ishar existed—and he didn’t explain. If he voiced such a desire, Ishar would surely retreat in fear and reject him all the more.

So instead, Veloan met the gaze of Ishar’s eyes, glowing like dew in the morning light, and returned to sharing warmth with him once more.

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Ishar admitted it.

That Veloan truly loved him—and that he himself, emotionally, leaned on Veloan.

Since childhood, Ishar had always been quick to accept the situations thrust upon him.

It wasn’t just about survival. He had learned the hard way that denying reality changed nothing, and often only made things worse.

So he didn’t hesitate to acknowledge Veloan’s feelings, nor to reflect on his own.

But even now, Ishar couldn’t be sure whether what he felt for Veloan went beyond the love of a teacher for a student.

And understandably so—

“I liked this boy from the moment I brought him to me.”

The first time he met Veloan, he was a small, fragile tuft of black hair. After that, he resembled a chickpea.

Sometimes he swelled like a soaked chickpea. Other times, he’d grow like a kidney bean. And in winter, like a fluffed-up sparrow, puffing up his little body—a cute little chickpea.

Even now, though he’d grown larger and stronger than Ishar himself, Veloan was still just that chickpea to him.

Adorable. Lovable. Precious.

When he was small and would nestle into Ishar’s arms, his delicate warmth made Ishar smile without even realizing it.

Watching Veloan grow, being by his side—those things gave Ishar a sense of relief and joy he had never known.

Thanks to Veloan, Ishar learned how sweet the rain could be, soaking into long-dried earth.

Ah… how could someone look so beautiful just by blinking their eyes? Even when he whined or threw tantrums, even when he tried to act mature and then slipped into childishness—he was so lovely, so dear.

Ishar was happy because of Veloan. And he learned what happiness was.

That, he knew for certain.

The kind of affection he felt from Veloan—he had never once felt it from Shuzel or Marriad.

Since becoming Emperor, Ishar had never breathed a day in peace. The Imperial Palace was nothing short of a tomb to him.

Each day felt like gasping for air inside a suffocating, shadowy coffin. But after bringing Veloan to the palace, Ishar had finally begun to breathe properly.

Which is why… he still couldn’t be sure.

“Do I love Veloan?”