#60

Twice? No, it felt like three times. First, as Amber said, with hands, then with the mouth, and then they went to the bathroom to shower and did it with petting.

Tennessee was inwardly surprised to discover that he possessed such a sexual appetite, having thought of himself as plain. Behind him, who was shaking his head in disbelief, was Amber.

Groaning, Amber pressed his body against him.

“It’s warm. Shall we take a nap like this? Or are you hungry?”

He was peckish, but Amber’s desire to be by Tennessee’s side was greater than his hunger. Come to think of it, Tennessee’s embrace was always warm. He just hadn’t been given many opportunities to feel that temperature.

“I’m not hungry.”

It was already 3 PM. Having missed a meal, he had actually forgotten his hunger.

“Then don’t get up and just hug me tight.”

Though he felt there were many requests, Tennessee wrapped his arm around Amber’s shoulder as urged. He slid his other arm under Amber’s neck and pulled his head close.

“……I’m going crazy.”

Inhaling Tennessee’s scent deeply, Amber spoke softly. It was a moment as warm and cozy as a sunset. Though Tennessee was merciless.

“Now let go.”

“……You’re so mean.”

Amber’s argument was that since they were now lovers, Tennessee had an obligation to respond more sincerely to his requests. The way he smiled brightly didn’t seem to fit his large frame, yet it suited him perfectly.

“Don’t leave me now.”

Since they were now dating, leaving was even more forbidden; Amber said this repeatedly, as if he desperately wanted to confirm this relationship.

“Come to Michigan on July 4th. The family always gathers then, and I want to introduce you formally.”

And so, Amber’s bucket list began to be revealed one by one.

“Let’s go to Texas for Thanksgiving. The Dexley family gathers there and throws a huge party every year. I always went alone—even Xander, that dim-witted relative, brought a girlfriend. Come and spend Christmas there too. Or, I’m fine with going to Chicago. Let’s spend New Year’s in New York, and have a fancy dinner out for Valentine’s Day.”

Tennessee felt a chill run down his spine, as if Amber had been obsessively imagining these things for years.

“Haa… I love it so much.”

Clinging to a warm Tennessee, Amber spent a long time enjoying his body heat and contact. It was as if he were filling the void of a bond that Tennessee had left deficient, teasingly giving just enough but never fully.

“I’m going to graduate quickly. I need to get a job and become independent. I can’t stand the thought of not living with you.”

“We’re living together now.”

“Not as a guest.”

Amber said, sounding like he was whining.

“A legal and equal relationship, where we can file a joint tax return.”

Joint tax returns… give me a break.

“I might not be able to be your ‘Daddy,’ but I can be your Sugar Daddy,” Tennessee teased, asking if he remembered when Amber used to call him ‘Daddy’ in the past.

“I don’t.”

It was a lie that anyone could see through.

“I don’t want that.”

A Sugar Daddy. He didn’t want to be some young lover who clung to an older man and bled him dry… Amber had thought that far, but then he looked up at an internal message that said ‘Wait a minute.’

“…There is one thing I want.”

Tennessee pulled back with a look that suggested the answer was unexpected.

“A car? A house? College tuition?”

Amber, completely unaware that Tennessee had already been saving ten thousand dollars every month for several years, thought the scale was too large. While the way Tennessee gave so freely felt unfamiliar, Amber simply loved it, smiling so wide his eyelids curved.

“I’ll beg for it later.”

Amber wanted a ring. A ring that would look picturishly perfect on Tennessee’s long fingers with their distinct joints. He knew Tennessee didn’t wear any accessories, but he figured if he begged, Tennessee would give in, just as he always had.

“Sure, then.”

Then, Tennessee braced himself, saying he had to get up. No. Don’t go. Amber held onto him, drawing out his words, but Tennessee coldly shook him off, saying he had to exercise. However, Tennessee wondered why he always ended up losing no matter how much he pushed. He was sure he had pushed him away, but before he knew it, he was back on the bed and Amber was on top of him.

“Haa…”

Hot breath spread, and looking down, Tennessee saw that Amber’s member was erect once again. The hot shaft pressed directly against his bare skin, rubbing thick and slow.

Tennessee was unusually flustered.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?”

“You just came.”

Tennessee. Amber’s eyes curved deeply, looking genuinely amused.

“You’re asking that knowing how old I am, right?”

If there was one thing Tennessee had overlooked, it was the sexual appetite of a healthy man in his early twenties whose yearning first love had finally come true.

* * *

It was only after a full day and night had passed that Tennessee was able to leave the bedroom.

By that point, Tennessee began to think that Amber might have a talent for confinement. Whenever he tried to leave, Amber would bind his limbs; if he used the excuse of being hungry, Amber would quickly whip something up; if he said he felt sticky, he’d be washed in an instant. He had only gone through that cycle twice, yet the sun had already risen again.

He supposed he should be glad that he wasn’t starved or kept awake. Tennessee let out a light sigh and stood up. Amber was fallen into a honey-like sleep.

As Tennessee put on the sweatpants that had fallen to the floor, Amber tossed and turned. Except for when they were children, Tennessee was usually the one sleeping and Amber was the one awake, so he had rarely seen him sleep.

In his sleep, Amber’s hand reached out toward the empty spot beside him. A sturdy arm with a moderate amount of muscle swept across the bed. Fumbling, his fingertips moved as if gauging the bedsheets, but all he felt were the cooled sheets.

An empty bed. Realizing this, Amber snapped his eyes open.

“Tennessee?”

Tennessee, observing the raw face of that obsession, clicked his tongue.

“Yeah.”

The eyes, which had been clear without a trace of sleep, slowly began to overflow with softness.

“Good morning. Why did you wake up first?”

“Just because. …And you?”

Even though the sun was high in the sky, Amber looked visibly exhausted. He looked haggard and even yawned. It seemed he had been more energetic right up until he fell asleep.

“Couldn’t you sleep?”

“Haha. Yes.”

Amber naturally avoided his gaze.

Even when drowsiness hit and he nodded off, he would suddenly wake up as if splashed with cold water. And reflexively, he had to check for Tennessee beside him. Tennessee, who had been sleeping more soundly than ever, didn’t wake even as Amber’s hand fumbled to gauge his arm and neck.

Only after savoring the sound of the regular breathing could Amber calm down. He repeated this many times. It was a sweet pain.

Tennessee immediately caught the faint expression on Amber’s face.

“Are you hurting?”

“No, I’m not.”

“You should sleep.”

Sleep is important. Tennessee, who had experienced chronic sleep deprivation and insomnia, knew this well. Amber burrowed into Tennessee’s embrace, as if confessing the fatigue and anxiety of the previous night. Or rather, he tried to.

Tennessee found it a bit overwhelming as Amber leaned his massive body against him. Amber probably thought he was being held in Tennessee’s arms, but in reality, Tennessee’s arm was just awkwardly draped over Amber’s shoulder.

They say large dogs still think they’re puppies even after they’ve grown.

Looking at himself, practically swallowed by Amber’s embrace, Tennessee let out a light laugh. Amber, resting his chin on Tennessee’s head and forcing his shoulders to bunch, burrowed deeper into the embrace.

“I’ve always wanted to do this.”

“Get your head off me.”

“I don’t want to.”

We’re stuck together, so I can’t.

The body radiating intense heat clung tightly. However, Tennessee declared that it was truly time to leave the bedroom.

“Tennessee, kiss me.”

Then I will wake from my eternal slumber.

“What are you, Snow White?”

“I ate a poison apple and fell asleep; what should I do?”

Tennessee stroked Amber’s hair while pushing him away, but Amber did not back down easily.

“If you’ve devoured such a young lover in one bite, you have to take responsibility.”

“This is absurd.”

Who was the one who seduced someone who said they didn’t want to?

“Kiss me, hurry. Otherwise—”

“Otherwise? …You.”

Something hard touched his thigh, and Tennessee pushed Amber away with force.

26 – Chapter

In the short time spent doing this and that with Amber, Tennessee had learned two things: first, that Amber had absolutely no hesitation about trying new things, and second, that because he lacked experience, even a slight stimulus elicited a massive reaction.

Furthermore, he possessed a gargantuan member that Tennessee still couldn’t get used to, and he had a habit of getting it hard at the most random times.

Gripping Amber’s short hair, Tennessee bit his lip. As if it were a natural sequence of events, Amber parted his lips and let out a red tongue. When Tennessee pressed deep into his lips, hot lips naturally pushed back. Then, Tennessee clamped his lips shut, refusing to let him in.

As Amber twisted his head in protest, a small gap formed between their locked lips. Just as Amber’s tongue began to slide in with a hot breath, Tennessee pulled his neck away with full force.

“……Why?”

Beyond those blue eyes, Tennessee could see a mix of sulkiness, bewilderment, and a faint trace of anxiety.

Ha, I really need to leave the bedroom now.

Even as he thought that, Tennessee couldn’t ignore Amber, whose anxiety was blatantly on display. Tennessee grabbed the back of Amber’s neck as the latter urgently searched his face.

“Amber, what do you say when you’re asking for a favor?”

The fear that had been stretching out slowly vanished. A fragment of a strained plea escaped from between those vividly colored lips.

“……Please.”

“Good boy.”

Huu…

With a faint moan, their lips tangled together.