⚠ prostitution, threesome

… Khyriel? Glancing over his left shoulder, Nafan realized that the sliding doors hadn’t been completely shut. There was still a thin crack there that he could see through, and though he tried half-heartedly to talk himself out of it, Nafan shuffled over and peeked nervously inside.

Shock seized his entire body, and the sensation was so intense it felt like his torso had split in half.

He saw clearly, in the small and plain room, the lycan – on the bed, almost completely sandwiched by the three men. One below, one behind, and one in front with his hands roughly fisting the boy’s messy hair.

“– I said – ah –! Mmnf…” Khyriel managed to pull his head back for a couple seconds to protest in a hoarse voice before his mouth was forcefully stuffed again. The other two men on his rear chuckled, and the one on top smacked his hand across the boy’s pale buttocks with a sneer.

“You’re so cute when you make those noises,” the man purred, leaning forward with a couple quick hard thrusts and also grabbing Khyriel’s hair. He pulled the boy’s head back, and the member that had been in Khyriel’s mouth popped out with a slick sound and dragged over his lips and cheeks, leaving a messy goop of fluid over the boy’s face. “Come on, whore. Scream louder.”

… Is he okay? Nafan swallowed past the hard lump in his throat with some difficulty. His fists by now had clenched themselves so tightly that he could feel his skin stretching over his knuckles, but he hesitated. If Khyriel wanted to stop them, he could easily do it himself.

He knew that. He knew that, so…

Why did he feel so… angry…?

He didn’t like this. How dare they… how dare they speak to Khyriel like this? How dare they touch him?

Anger was a rare emotion for Nafan, and the sizzling darkness that was tensing up his body was a completely foreign reaction. He lifted his stiff hands towards the door, but before he could do anything catastrophic like fling it open, a sudden muffled whimper snapped him out of his strange rage.

Looking through the door, he saw Khyriel arching back, eyes closed in a grimace as a member was driven deep into his mouth. When Khyriel finally managed to pull away, he bent over with an explosion of breathless coughs, only to be grabbed by the hair and dragged back up. Grabbing his flushed face, the nobleman began slapping the tip of his member against the young man’s cheeks, grinning in drunken delight.

“What’s with that? You said you were good at this. Is my cock too big for you?”

“Ungh…” Khyriel’s long lashes fluttered briefly as he closed his eyes in a grimace. Incited by the sound, the men behind him quickened their paces, battering his pale body with their enthusiasm. “Mm… mmnn…”

The boy’s moans, sweeter now, escaped from the room and dug into Nafan’s conscience like burning pieces of shrapnel. Taken aback by the sudden tightening of his own trousers, Nafan turned away and found himself running. The sound of his rapid footsteps thumping against the wooden floor were far outpaced by the beating of his racing heart, but in that moment he wasn’t really a conscience thing. It wasn’t until he had reached his own room, slid the door shut behind him, and had stood frozen for a good couple minutes staring into space that Nafan finally recovered his sanity.

… Shit. I hope he didn’t see me. He’d been pretty brusque about his escape, Nafan realized. If Khyriel found out that he’d peeped, for sure the lycan would be angry. Though right now, every time the boy’s name or face flashed into his mind, he would immediately hear the echo of his coy moans, and see the lingering hand-shaped flush on his white buttocks…

Tianxi and Khyriel’s teasing voices slid briefly through his conscience.

Pervert.

Yes. Nafan agreed, digging his fingers into his temples with small circular motions as he stumbled stiffly over to the bed. You’re a pervert, Nafan. Get a hold of yourself.

The discomfort of an unfamiliar anger reacted strangely with his body’s physical arousal, and Nafan groaned as he collapsed onto the woven bed.

Enough thinking. Nothing was making sense anymore. He had somehow survived one more day, but he’d had more than enough of today.

Tomorrow would be better, Nafan told himself. It would be a new day, a new sunrise, and a new chance.

A new chance to get closer to the truth…