Turning Chapter 1256

Kishiar’s other arm tightened its hold around Yuder’s squirming waist, a desperate attempt to either absorb the rapidly entering fingers or break free. Immobilized in every direction, Kishiar’s hand plunged in up to the third knuckle, then twisted without reservation, eliciting a sharp gasp from Yuder’s tightly shut lips.

It wasn’t quite a moan, nor a scream, but a fleeting, desperate inhalation.

Yuder remained oblivious to the captivating allure of his silent expression of pleasure, his red tongue peeking through his parted lips.

Witnessing someone usually so composed exposed in such a manner was profoundly provocative. The raw longing openly displayed, the exquisite beauty of a body completely stripped of its defenses, and the blossoming transformation born from total surrender to sensation—such things defied any attempt at verbal capture.

Even with a mind versed in nearly every known language and dialect, an expert in ancient scripts and ciphers, Kishiar found himself utterly incapable of articulating the scarlet-hued emotions this individual ignited within him.

As if to claim Yuder’s expelled breath, Kishiar swallowed it whole, simultaneously delivering a final, forceful thrust.

“----!”

Yuder’s chest heaved, threatening to burst, his head falling back. In that precise moment, the interior gripping Kishiar’s fingers convulsed, sealing every space, and began to outflow hot fluids. Yuder’s own rigid arousal, trapped between their bodies, twitched and released a thin, white stream—his initial climax.

Kishiar’s gaze remained fixed, unwavering, determined not to miss a single detail of Yuder’s unraveling. He absorbed the sight of the twisting form, consumed by sensation, the forearms gripping so tightly they’d leave imprints, the blurred pupils visible beneath hair swept back, and the rapid flutter of long, dark lashes. Kishiar seared every detail into his memory.

Even as this unfurled, his hand continued its relentless motion. The escalating wet sounds, undeniably explicit—Yuder’s released fluids mingling with the fingers still driving into him—grew louder. His inner flesh, clenched so tightly there was no room to spare, was pierced without mercy, and even the residual spasms were not spared. With no escape from the persistent stimulation, Yuder trembled uncontrollably.

“Ah… nghk…!”

The overwhelming sensation brought an involuntary flush to the corners of Yuder’s eyes. His usually pale cheeks flushed crimson, and his tear-brightened eyes glittered like moon-kissed jewels. His grip on Kishiar’s forearm loosened, his strength failing him—fingers slid down with tense pressure, nails digging in. One of his gloves slipped off unintentionally during the movement.

Kishiar now beheld Yuder’s bare hand, a sight rarely, if ever, witnessed. The revealed skin, exposed without his notice, coupled with an expression lost in the throes of an unending climax, sent a potent thrill through Kishiar.

Merely observing him felt as though his mind might explode.

Before Yuder’s tremors had fully subsided, Kishiar leaned in to steal another kiss, affording him mere moments to breathe. His tongue delved deep, brushing against Yuder’s stiffened one. The instant his tongue made contact, Yuder’s own twitched in response, emitting small, broken moans—ngh, mm… The sound alone sent a tremor through Kishiar, brushing across the moist skin of their joined lips and radiating a stimulus that caused a throb at the base of his spine. Even Yuder’s breath was intoxicatingly sweet and indecent.

Kishiar abruptly withdrew his fingers.

The clear fluid that had filled Yuder rushed out, dripping onto Kishiar’s thigh. A moment later—as Yuder’s body flinched, seemingly just registering the sudden emptiness—Kishiar gripped beneath him, lifting his hips high. He presented his already prepared erection, coating it with the slick fluid Yuder had shed through a few gliding strokes. Then, he positioned the tip against Yuder’s parted entrance, which quivered at the contact.

As he aligned their bodies and relaxed his supporting arm, the passage opened with surprising ease, as if inviting him in.

“Ugh… uh…”

As his body was lifted, Yuder intuitively understood what was imminent. He wrapped his arms around Kishiar’s neck, bowing his head, and moaned at the sensation of being instantly parted from within. His flushed, blunt head met initial resistance, but then nothing objected.

In a flash, Kishiar thrust past the tightest point, burying himself deeply. His length brushed against the inner wall once, then pushed through, plunging in to its very end.

“Ugh… hnn… haah…!”

As Yuder bit down on Kishiar’s neck, trembling from the sensation of taking him entirely in one breath, Kishiar felt as though every part of him was being consumed, devoured whole. It stole the very air from his lungs.

That unmistakable sensation of connection.

Heat like plunging into boiling magma.

Even Yuder’s short, ragged breaths were felt as if they were his own—right there, the closest point between them—while all other sensations fell away, becoming things of a world too distant to grasp.

Pain he hadn’t even known existed vanished the moment he was sheathed inside Yuder. Every tangled, noisy thought that had crowded his mind evaporated like ink washed from a page.

Once, for a man who believed that thinking was the only proof of life, discovering that the absence of thought could feel this peaceful was a revelation that never failed to stun him.

It was like a great wave.

A massive wave crashing in, sweeping away all the grains of sand that made up his self, devouring ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ and erasing them with bliss.

And in the smooth, clean earth left behind after the tide receded, Kishiar would find himself marveling that he even had such a place within him.

How could he not love it?

That glorious wave. That predator who swallowed him whole.

A sharp crack sounded from the chair beneath them, as if it might shatter, but he didn’t have the presence of mind to care. The sensation of being pulled in even deeper than usual—because of their shared weight—drove Yuder to climax once more. Yet Kishiar didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, deeper and deeper.

It should have been too much—but Yuder gave him no signal to stop. On the contrary, he reached up with soft, eager hands, brushing the corners of Kishiar’s eyes, sweeping away the damp hair from his forehead.

It was a gesture of affection he’d experienced before, during rut. A small, pure expression of care—so out of place in a scene this debauched, and yet... the body remembered the happiness it brought, and trembled with joy.

“Wait—hah, ngh—ah.”

Yuder, groaning as he took Kishiar’s increasingly rough thrusts, wiped the moisture from his cheek and touched his lips. From beneath the sweat-drenched strands of hair, his darkened gaze whispered:

“Please... take this off too.”

“...Alright.”

What Yuder wanted wasn’t for him to use his hands to take it off.

Without hesitation, Kishiar parted his lips. As if he’d been waiting for it, Yuder leaned in and bit down on the end of the black glove, tugging it off easily. Bare skin was revealed. Now, both of Yuder’s hands were uncovered, unhidden.

Kishiar held the glove in his mouth and smiled with only the corners of his lips.

Yuder liked when he acted like this—like a tame beast. And it seemed he was pleased this time too, because he smiled back, mirroring him.

That smile—shown only to Kishiar—burned his mind blank all over again.

Their lips met again, without either needing to initiate. Kishiar stood up, holding Yuder’s violently trembling body in his arms.

“Ah...!”

The motion, while still joined, sent a shock straight through Yuder’s core, drawing a brief moan—but still, he didn’t ask him to stop. As Kishiar carried them toward the nearby bed, he ran his hand again and again over Yuder’s long, beautiful legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and pressed kisses to his raised shoulder blade.

Yuder’s trembling body seemed to cry out, I want you—as if another climax was already surging in. And Kishiar, answering that heat, poured every bit of his own into him.