By Zephyria He moved only his hips, thrusting in and out. With each deep penetration, he felt his penis, lifting his head beneath Dane’s muscle-covered belly.
“There, there, there, ah!”
Dane let out a rough groan. Semen filled his penis to the tip. Grayson, unable to contain his excitement, quickly sat up. Still connected, he tightly gripped Dane’s chest. Now, now, now, now.
“Ahhh……”
With a gasp boiling from deep within, the movement suddenly stopped. His thick body trembled intermittently as sweat dripped down. Semen gushed out from his deeply buried penis. His own fluids overflowed, filling Ambrosia to the brim. Feeling both satisfaction and a faint sense of emptiness, his lips slackened. He let out a weak, silly laugh, and Grayson, frozen for a moment, lowered his hazy gaze. Dane’s face suddenly came into view. Grayson tried to laugh, “Heh.” It was as he opened his mouth to call his name. Something suddenly caught his eye.
“Cough.”
With a weak cough, blood poured from Dane’s mouth.
Huh?
“Daaaaane!”
Grayson’s laughing face contorted with terror. He screamed in shock, but he had forgotten. He had forgotten that Virginia was still inside Ambrosia.
The moment his penis, which had partially withdrawn, was thrust deep inside with a dull thud due to Grayson’s sudden movement.
“……?”
Something suddenly splattered onto Grayson’s face. Startled, he instinctively closed his eyes and furrowed his brow. It was a considerable amount. Covered in a somewhat slick and viscous fluid, Grayson could finally see the world again only after it subsided.
Nothing had changed. Dane, pale and bleeding, lying sprawled out, and Grayson, sitting with his penis inserted into his body, were all still the same.
Except that Dane’s spilled semen had not only drenched Grayson but was also splattered all over his body and the bed.
“Dane…!”
Grayson turned ashen, clutching his head. But he was the only one who could resolve this situation. He frantically wiped away the fluids from various places, tidied Dane’s clothes, and turned on the fan to purify the air, moving busily. Meanwhile, Dane remained half-conscious, limp, and completely still.
2
Pleasure comes with a price. Dane lay on the bed, his face deathly pale, and keenly realized this life lesson.
“What happened?”
The doctor, his face ashen, asked in a slightly raised voice. It was natural for him to be surprised when a patient he thought was recovering smoothly suddenly vomited blood and developed dark bruises all over the side of his body. He continued to fuss over Dane, examining him here and there.
“You were just lying in bed, so what happened? Did you fall? Tell me what happened!”
The doctor pressed Dane, sounding frustrated. Neither Dane nor Grayson, who was watching nervously from behind, could say it was unfair to the patient. It was true that they had done something they couldn’t bring themselves to speak aloud.
I took painkillers, had an amazing sex session, and this is what happened.
Instead of the truth, Dane blinked his unfocused, hazy eyes and mumbled,
“I felt restless, so I did some exercise.”
“Exercise? Huh, with this body? You haven’t hit your head, have you?”
At those words, Grayson’s eyes flashed. Unaware of the killing intent directed at his Dane, the doctor continued,
“If it’s like this, your hospital stay will just be extended. If you move around recklessly because you’re restless, you might end up lying like this for the rest of your life. Is that what you want? Hmm?”
“The rest of my life?”
Only that word from the doctor’s speech seemed to register, and Grayson blurted out. Dane didn’t miss the slight perk of his ears.
“I won’t do it again.Grayson deflated again at the painfully drawn-out answer. This guy still hasn’t given up.
Dane lay there, letting the doctor’s nagging wash over him. Finally, after the doctor left and they were alone, Grayson spoke first.
“I’m sorry.”
Seeing him so dejected, Dane’s heart softened.
“It’s okay, this is what I wanted…”
“Still.”
Grayson continued in a subdued voice.
“It’s because I was too rough, isn’t it? I should have been gentler…”
“I don’t like gentle,” Dane cut him off immediately. Grayson finally looked up, and Dane said with a smirk,
“If I liked that, would I have used a whip or handcuffs? You should know by now.”
That was true. Dane much preferred rougher sex to slow and sweet. Of course, he had been extremely satisfied with this sex session too. It was just that the side effects were a bit severe.
“More importantly.”
He frowned, a memory surfacing late, and Grayson visibly tensed. Instead of reassuring him, Dane spoke sternly,
“You, stop giving up now.”
“Giving up?”
Dane said, not even looking at Grayson, whose eyes were now wide.
“I don’t mean give up on me.”
Grayson’s expression returned to normal. Dane, still looking at the ceiling, continued,
“Give up on the idea of… doing something to me and tying me to the bed, or anything like that.”
“I don’t have those thoughts anymore,” Grayson replied without hesitation. Dane rolled his eyes, glancing at him briefly before looking away again.
“Then that’s fine.”
A brief silence followed. Grayson mumbled, looking away awkwardly,
“I just had a fleeting thought just now. Very briefly, for a moment.”
His grumbling words sounded strangely dejected. Dane turned his gaze back to him. Seeing Grayson desperately avoiding his eyes, he raised a hand, then hesitated. Ugh, he groaned inwardly, holding his breath and waiting for the pain to subside before speaking.
“Come here.”
He said in a raspy voice, and Grayson flicked his eyes over. When their eyes met, Dane said again,
“Come here, to me.”
On the second request, Grayson finally moved from his spot a short distance away. As he quickly reached the edge of the bed, Dane weakly raised a hand. As Grayson immediately reached for it, Dane said indifferently,
“Your head.”
Grayson quickly withdrew his hand and crouched down, offering his head. Only then could Dane stroke his hair.
“Good boy, good boy.”
It was as if he were chanting to make him behave. Such actions might be for a dog, but in a way, it wasn’t that different. Of course, Grayson Miller was not a dog. If anything, he was a Tosa Inu. Dane soon recalled the man’s monstrous strength, how he had torn off a large chunk of his body with his hands. Grayson Miller only hid his teeth for Dane. So, would it be more fitting to say, ‘Our dog doesn’t bite’?
“Dane?”
Dane, lost in his thoughts, snapped back to attention at the call. Grayson was looking at him with a puzzled expression. Only then did Dane realize he had stopped stroking his head. Seeing the expectant look in his eyes, he almost burst out laughing. The pain in his wound screamed as he inhaled, narrowly averting disaster.