Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold
Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/
Chapter 91
“…I bought a house on Olympus, then truly became a professional assassin. Later, because a client leaked my whereabouts, I was sent to Hecate… and then I met you.”
Joshua’s narration came to a pause. He lowered his head, looking at the young man sitting on the grass. Alois was also looking at him. The assassin’s black-gold eyes were as calm as an undisturbed lake, but beneath that lay turbulent undercurrents. Although he had vaguely suspected, Alois could never have imagined that Joshua had such a past.
He hugged Joshua. The other’s body was warm, existing tangibly in his embrace amidst the slightly cool evening breeze. He wanted to say something to comfort Joshua. However, at this moment, any words seemed pale and powerless. Could he erase that unbearable past from Joshua’s memory? Could he wipe away the pain Joshua had suffered?
He could do nothing. Just listening to Joshua’s story made Alois’s heart ache faintly. Joshua must have felt a thousand times worse. He couldn’t help but regret how childish he had been in arguing with Joshua before. If only he had met Joshua earlier, before any of this had happened. Then he could have protected Joshua, preventing him from experiencing pain and sorrow.
“Joshua…”
A pair of hands clutched the back of Alois’s shirt tightly, like a drowning man grasping at a life-saving straw. Joshua buried his head in his neck and began to cry again. Alois felt the scorching tears wetting his shoulder, seeping into his clothes, as if they would burn his skin.
“Alois… I’m so glad I met you… So glad…” Joshua sobbed.
Alois gently patted the assassin’s back, like comforting a child. He recalled the many times Joshua had said to him, “Stay with me,” “Don’t leave me.” He used to think it was just the assassin’s stubborn possessiveness. Now he understood it was a desperate plea.
He kissed Joshua’s hair, kissed his ears and tear-streaked cheeks. He kissed Joshua’s lips, tasting the salty bitterness of tears, but also an exceptional sweetness.
“I wish Kester could see what a wonderful lover I’ve found…” Joshua whispered.
He had stopped crying. Perhaps because he had cried, the assassin’s whole outline seemed softer. He leaned against Alois’s chest, gently rubbing. Alois nervously thought, ‘Could Joshua be acting coquettish?’ The idea was so shocking that it made other things seem natural, like the places Joshua touched feeling like they were on fire, the flames quickly converging below and burning hotter.
“Jo… Joshua…” Alois stuttered, pushing him away. “I… um… can we do it here?”
“Why not?” Joshua looked up, grasping the swing’s chains. “Can you do it?”
“…Me?” Alois blinked, afraid he misunderstood Joshua’s hint.
“……” The assassin awkwardly averted his gaze, staring at the grass beside him. “You do it.”
This time, it was Alois’s turn to be at a loss. “Really? Uh… are you okay with it?”
“Yeah.” Joshua nodded, his flushed earlobes particularly noticeable against his fair skin. “I don’t want to live in the shadows forever. If it’s you… If it’s you… I think I can overcome it…”
Alois felt his mouth go dry. This was a scene he had fantasized about for a long time. From the first time he met Joshua, he had wanted to push him down, possess him fiercely, make him his own. At first, this desire was purely driven by lust, but as they got to know each other better, Alois realized that even without a physical relationship, they were already deeply connected—inseparable. He had already claimed Joshua’s heart, and in the assassin’s heart, there was always a most important place for him—just as he had for Joshua.
Alois tried to control his trembling hands as he slowly unbuttoned Joshua’s shirt. Joshua obediently let him do as he pleased, even when his pants were pulled down, exposing his lower body, he didn’t resist at all—almost making Alois think he was having a bold spring dream.
He grasped Joshua’s rising member, slowly stroking it. He thought he must be gentle, making Joshua experience ultimate pleasure. Speaking of which, Joshua really had a sense of adventure, doing this on a swing…
The swing kept swaying, and Alois had to free one hand to support Joshua, while the latter tightly grasped the chains, the veins on his arms bulging, as if enduring great pain.
“Relax, Joshua.” Alois bit his nipple. “It won’t hurt much.”
“You said… it won’t hurt ‘much’? How much will it hurt?” Joshua frowned.
“I’ve been under you so many times, and I’m still fine, aren’t I?”
“Don’t you think this comparison is a bit… Ah!” Joshua suddenly cried out, because Alois lifted one of his legs and inserted a finger inside him. The strange sensation made Joshua tremble all over, like small electric currents dancing under his skin, not painful but bringing indescribable pleasure.
Alois quickly found his sensitive spot, pressing it repeatedly. Joshua bit his lip, trying not to moan, but eventually failed under the skilled assault, letting out a faint hum from his nose.
When the second finger entered, the feeling of fullness was more pronounced. “Slower,” Joshua whispered.
Alois knew he shouldn’t rush at this moment, or Joshua would get hurt. Though he was on the verge of exploding, he patiently continued to stretch him while kissing his sensitive spots, easing his tension.
When Joshua was fully prepared, Alois withdrew his fingers, grasped his own rock-hard cock, and entered Joshua.
The warmth and tightness inside made Alois sigh in satisfaction, almost making him cum instantly. He paused, calming himself and letting Joshua adjust to the intrusion, then began to move slowly.
Joshua tilted his head back, exposing his unguarded neck. The discomfort was more pronounced, but so was the pleasure that followed, doubling the impact on his body. He gripped the swing’s chains tightly and wrapped his legs around Alois’s waist to make the movements easier. This encouraged Alois, who quickened his pace, thrusting into Joshua’s body repeatedly, reaching the deepest parts each time.
Joshua was completely engulfed by the waves of pleasure, and after climaxing, he was too weak to even hold the chains. He slid off the swing, lying on the grass, and Alois embraced his waist, entering him from behind again. The assassin grabbed a blade of grass, tearing off its leaves in the thrusting motion. He smelled the scent of grass, soil, and flowers, mixed with the lustful aroma of the male body. These scents combined into a sweet dream, sweeping away the shadows that had shrouded him for over a decade, allowing him to face the brilliant light shining down from the mountain of purgatory and return to the human world.
Then he was flipped over. Alois kissed his lips, thrusting fast, and soon came.
Both were exhausted, lying in each other’s arms on the grass. The holographic clock above them, like the eternal stars, continued to rotate solemnly. At this moment, Joshua felt a sacred sense, as if their union was witnessed by the gods and history, more unbreakable than any vow.
Joshua held Alois’s hand, facing the young man. “I’m so glad to have met you,” he said. “My Alois is the best lover in the world.”
Alois leaned in to kiss him, then suddenly smiled slyly. “How do you know I’m the best? How can you prove I’m the best?”
Joshua gazed at the stars. “Well… if I had enough time, I’d date everyone in the world once, then I could proudly tell you, you are indeed the best.”
Alois was stunned. He just wanted to tease Joshua but didn’t expect such a serious and flawless answer.
“Don’t you dare see anyone else,” He hugged the assassin tightly, biting his lips in a fit of jealousy.
Joshua laughed from his throat, responding passionately to his kiss.
Time was indeed long—long enough to turn news into stories, stories into history, history into legends, legends into dust, and dust to vanish in the depths of the universe, becoming stardust and fading light. Yet, no matter how long time and space extended, their moments together would remain unchanged, etched in memory through millennia, never fading, as vivid as ever, just like the past.
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