Little Pink Starfish

Blink.
Too flustered to mask his expression, Ishar just stared blankly at Veloan with wide eyes. Veloan’s eyes were faintly glowing with heat.

What’s more, the flush on his cheeks resembled the bashful shyness of a newlywed couple planning their future, and for a brief moment, Ishar even wondered if he might be dreaming.

“Yes. Just now, when I saw your younger self… I thought that if a child resembled you, I might actually be able to cherish them.”

Ishar had been bracing for something else entirely. Realizing his fear had been premature, he felt a bit pathetic. He dodged slightly as Veloan leaned in toward him.

“Let’s have a child who looks like you, Ishar. I’ll do my best.”

“…Don’t say weird things.”

“How is that weird?”

“Why a child that looks like me? It should look like you.”

“A child who looks like me…? My younger self was utterly pathetic. How could I ever cherish something like that?”

“…What did you just say?”

“Ishar…? Are you angry?”

Veloan blinked in confusion as Ishar’s voice, which had been calm, suddenly rose sharply. But Ishar was already too upset.

“Calling your younger self pathetic… Do you truly not realize how precious you were back then? When I first met you, yes, thanks to that damn Zishka you were as frail as a dried twig, but to me you were more precious, cuter, and more beautiful than anything else! Do you know how adorable it was, seeing you dash around like a little chickpea, puffing your cheeks in frustration whenever something happened? If I ever had a child, I’d want them to be just as cute and lovable as you!”

It hurt.
Ishar hadn’t exactly loved his own childhood either, but he never hated himself. Yet Veloan sounded like he resented his past powerlessness—and that weighed heavily on Ishar’s heart.

Veloan, who had been staring down at Ishar with wide eyes, blinked again.

Blink, blink. Like someone slowly waking from a dream and returning to reality. Ishar watched blankly as Veloan’s face gradually flushed red.

“Ah…”

That was when Ishar realized just how embarrassing everything he had just said really was—his face quickly turned as red as Veloan’s.

There’s a problem that arises after creating a clone.

Due to the magical side effects, controlling one’s emotions becomes twice as difficult. Now aware that he had blurted out all of his feelings without filter, Ishar hesitated and took a step back.

“I said something I shouldn’t have. I have no intention of having children. Even if you possess the ability to make it possible, I have no plans to bear a child myself. So—hng, mmph!”

Veloan suddenly pulled Ishar into his arms and, without warning, pressed their lips together and pushed his tongue inside.

As Ishar struggled and moved his tongue to push him away, Veloan eagerly met it, sucking hard as though he’d been waiting for that moment. The tugging sensation at the base of his tongue made Ishar’s eyes well up with involuntary tears.

He quickly realized that even if he tried to escape Veloan’s tongue, the friction only heightened their shared sensitivity.

In the end, Ishar stayed still and obediently moved his tongue, waiting for Veloan to relent first.

It was a wrong decision. As he was pushed back by Veloan, he stumbled and his backside hit the office desk.

All of Ishar’s attention had been focused on Veloan, so his upper body fell backward without defense.

As if he had expected this, Veloan supported Ishar’s waist as he fell, guiding him safely to lie back on the desk.

With only his upper body and hips awkwardly touching the desk and his legs suspended in the air, Ishar tried to push Veloan away with them—but his ankles were caught immediately.

“It’s dangerous. Please stay still.”

“Then get off me, hngh!”

Ishar’s protest was completely ignored by Veloan. Instead, he deeply explored the mouth of his mentor who had said something he didn’t want to hear, and even began undressing him.

Startled by the urgent hands that had begun to strip his clothes, Ishar raised his voice in alarm.

“It’s the middle of the day, Veloan! This is the office, and…! There’s still work—work to do, haah…!”

Because the buttons on his uniform were fastened more tightly than usual, making it difficult to remove the top, Veloan slipped his hand between the folds of the garment and slowly caressed from Ishar’s chest down to his waist. A tingling sensation spread, causing his whole body to tremble.

At the same time, Veloan pressed his lips more firmly, stimulating the inner lining of Ishar’s mouth, and heat began to gather in Ishar’s lower abdomen, pulling taut with a growing tension.

With subtle anticipation, Veloan gently caressed Ishar’s twitching body as if cherishing every flinch his touch elicited. Then, his hand slipped down and untied the sash around Ishar’s waist.

“I’ll assist you with your duties by your side. So please, don’t worry.”

“The main tasks this afternoon are meetings and audiences. Wait—don’t take that off, alright? Veloan, calm yourself for now. We were in the middle of a conversation, weren’t we?”

“We’ve already spoken with words—now it’s time to speak with our bodies, isn’t it?”

“Who said—hngh…!”

Veloan, having finally stripped off Ishar’s trousers, wrapped his hand around Ishar’s member without hesitation, stroking and stimulating it with firm, deliberate movements.

He’s gotten so much more skilled…

With Veloan now fully aware of exactly where and how to touch him for the strongest reactions, Ishar was helpless under his practiced hands.

As Veloan’s strokes quickened along the steadily rising shaft, Ishar let out a shaky breath and braced himself against the desk with his palm.

Rustle.
As the papers beneath him crumpled pitifully under his own weight, Ishar was jolted by their crinkling protest and finally remembered that he was lying back on his office desk. Clenching his fist tightly, he tried to collect himself.

Veloan smoothly settled between Ishar’s legs and, with practiced ease, pushed two fingers from his idle hand between Ishar’s lips.

Ishar’s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden intrusion, but Veloan calmly explained:

“Please suck on them. Without lubricant, you could get hurt—we need to moisten them well.”

“Y-You, haah—”

Though the words came out slurred, Veloan seemed to understand perfectly, smiling faintly as he replied:

“I’d love to do it for you myself, but I thought you might not like that, Ishar—so I’m giving you the choice. Shall I do it instead?”

The hand that had been stimulating his member slid down, grazing over his shaft and testicles, then pressed firmly against his perineum before rubbing at the closed entrance. Even in his dazed state, Ishar could clearly tell—Veloan hadn’t been talking about sucking fingers just for the sake of it.

Instead of answering, Ishar obediently began to suck on the fingers now in his mouth. Having never even sucked his own fingers before, his tongue moved awkwardly, to which Veloan responded with a faint smile.

“Just move your tongue to wet them. Think back to the last time I did this for you. Ah—was it really that intense? You just twitched down here.”

As the hand that had been tracing each fold of the entrance began to press as if ready to push in at any moment, Ishar shook his head side to side in refusal.

Veloan, licking his lips with a hint of regret, took hold of Ishar’s now-dripping member once more, precum glistening as he resumed his stimulation.

“Ishar, I hated the powerless boy I used to be.”

As Ishar’s tongue paused in its licking, Veloan gently but firmly pressed down on it with his fingers.

Guhk—Ishar flinched and let out a small cough. Even though they were just fingers, Veloan had large hands, and his fingers were just as long.

The slight pressure against his tongue triggered his gag reflex, bringing tears to the corners of his eyes. Seemingly satisfied that they were wet enough, Veloan withdrew his fingers.

“But the moment you said even that version of me was beautiful and lovable… for the first time, I began to like myself.”

“……”

Despite the heartfelt words, Ishar had been glaring at him, displeased by how Veloan’s actions remained so thoroughly driven by desire. But his gaze gradually softened.

In the meantime, Veloan began preparing in earnest to enter him.

As Veloan slowly pushed the saliva-slicked fingers in, Ishar instinctively grabbed his wrist tightly.

“Do you really have to put them in?”

“Yes. Didn’t you just confess your feelings to me so passionately? I could hold back, if you truly asked me to… but if I do, I think I won’t be able to let you go for at least a week.”

“……”

“Don’t worry about work.”

At Veloan’s relaxed smile, Ishar felt a twinge of unease. And soon enough, that unease became a vivid reality.

In the office, where the only usual sounds were the rustling of papers and the stamping of the imperial seal, there now echoed the wet squelch of fluids and the rhythmic friction of flesh against flesh.

Ishar, slumped over the desk, bit his lip hard as he was helplessly rocked by Veloan’s relentless thrusting from behind.

“Mm, hngh!”

The hands on his pelvis lessened the thrusts of Veloan’s penetration, but the rubbing of his nipples against the desk was still arousing, causing him to feel even more stimulation.

“Aaah, aaah, Veloan, slow down……!”

His mouth fell open at the mind-numbing pleasure of each hard thrust to the root of his length, as he adjusted to Veloan’s massive cock.

There were already several documents soiled with my bodily fluids from my entanglements with Veloan.

‘Just thinking about having to restore these later is already overwhelming—’

“Haahng!”

A flash of white exploded before his eyes. Veloan, as if sensing Ishar’s wandering thoughts like a ghost, thrust upward forcefully, pressing hard against the peak — and sent him straight into climax.

Drip, drip—semen splattered across the desk. Veloan rubbed Ishar’s hips in a motion almost like a caress, savoring the searing tightness of the inner walls that refused to let go, clinging tightly around his member.

“Ishar, haah… didn’t I tell you? Not to let your mind wander while you’re holding me inside you.”

There was no time to respond. The moment the tight grip of his inner walls loosened just slightly, Veloan resumed his rough thrusts, continuing to move his hips with force.