Before long, Ayra’s previous cold was forgotten, and heat bloomed from underneath pale skin.
Ayra’s upright torso gradually fell over.
Pleasure spread through his nerves–so much so that the young lord wondered if he had swallowed his companion’s lust.

     Try as he might, ​​Ayra could no longer remain indifferent to that touch.

     The mercenary tickled and caressed his skin until he finally landed on a sensitive, erogenous spot—one that Ayra didn’t even know he had.
Whenever the mercenary lightly scratched at the dip in between the young lord’s waist and hip, Ayra felt something that resembled a tickle and static electricity shoot through his body.
‘Ah, nngh, ha….’ Moans kept flowing from the young lord’s mouth as he whipped his head back and forth.

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     After receiving such persistent and tenacious caresses, Ayra’s thighs spasmed; he attempted to grab the cape to cover his body.
Those movements did not escape Janus’s eyes and he confiscated the cape.

     “Do you feel a bit better now?” Janus asked, as his lips left lingering, ardent kisses on the young lord’s lips, cheeks, and the corners of his red eyes.
After trying several times to take the cape back, Ayra turned his head as his swollen lips were nipped.
He was confused, but his fingertips also trembled in anticipation.
Ayra clung to the last his pride, unwilling to admit how good it felt.

    Janus, realizing that he would not receive the answer he wanted, eventually stopped teasing his companion and swept the man’s disheveled silver hair behind his ears.
In that same action, Janus swept what remained of the cape off the young lord’s shoulders.

     The cape that covered his body disappeared, revealing Ayra’s body in it’s full naked glory.
There were already signs of excitement between the young lord’s legs–something the young lord wanted to keep hidden.
Ayra began to tremble, fervently hoping that his trembling was due to the cold.
Or that it stemmed from his embarrassment from sitting on another’s body, wearing nothing but shoes….

     Janus’s hands cupped Ayra’s cheek.
Perhaps the mercenary liked his soft, malleable ears that had gone red from the cold; he kept fiddling with them.
Cheeks blushing from both shame and excitement, Ayra, who had been looking at the walls of the igloo, lowered his gaze.
The young lord’s grey pupils, hidden underneath silver eyelashes, glimmered with excitement and anticipation.

     Janus took the liberty to grope Ayra’s chest.
Because the mage had neither fat nor muscle, he frowned at the slight pain.
Janus immediately lightened his grip.

      His languid fingers circled Ayra’s areola before directly pressing down on the nipples.
The mercenary mischievously scratched at the tip with his index finger a few times, and the nipples hardened from the stimulus.
Ayra’s cheeks flushed further.

      When the hand that had been fondling his nipple migrated lower, Ayra’s heartbeat sped up even further.
His mouth felt dry; he felt needlessly thirsty.
Ayra sat with his thighs spread wide around Janus’s legs, his crotch exposed and defenseless.

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     Suddenly, Janus pulled Ayra’s straight legs even further apart.
Something rose up from the newly formed empty space and tapped Ayra’s butt.
The embarrassing contact made Ayra’s back, which had slouched from languid pleasure, go rigid once more.
Yet the rubbing and thrusting motions did not stop; Ayra’s legs twitched with every bump and tap of that heavy member against his skin.
The mercenary had already given his word that he wouldn’t enter him, yet Ayra still felt goosebumps originating from the points of contact.

     Janus’s hands brushed past the mage’s penis, narrowly touching him, and settled on the inside of Ayra’s thigh.
When he saw Ayra, trembling and hard with anticipation, he chuckled.
Janus grabbed the inside of the young lord’s pale thighs, leaving behind a handprint.
“Do all Solar people have such pretty, pink dicks?”

      “Why, do you…ask me? You said you’ve had several lovers before…” The insolent question took Ayra’s breath away—yet the shakiness of his reply was not due to Janus’s shamelessness, but rather the fact that the mercenary’s index finger was currently touching the young mage’s ear.
The mercenary’s other hand continued to circle around his nipple; Ayra felt dizzy for a brief moment, barely managing to swallow back a groan.
“Your lovers…they must have all been women, then?”

     “No, rather, I never placed much focus on what was between their legs.
Man or woman, what’s important is the hole, isn’t it?”

     Ayra didn’t answer–at the very least, Ayra was of the same opinion.
However, his lack of response was not due to his unwillingness to reply, but rather his inability to speak.
Janus had taken his fingernail and scratched gently at the most sensitive flesh underneath the mage’s urethra.
At that moment, Ayra felt lightheaded; the mage moved to push him away, but Janus caught both wrists at once.

“Ah! D-Don’t…”

      “Don’t do what? This?” Janus placed his fingertip back on the mage’s urethra.
He moved as if to lightly scratch, before pressing down on that erogenous zone.
“Or, are you talking about this?” This time, Janus grabbed the mage’s ear with both his forefinger and thumb.
He didn’t touch any other spots on the mage’s body, but Ayra struggled to catch his breath–the gentle caresses and the mercenary’s exhales against his flushed skin felt magnified.

      “Do you feel good now?” Janus asked.

     Once again, Ayra’s pride did not allow him to answer; he simply laid there, breathing heavily.
Janus muttered, ‘perhaps not,’ before moving his fingers again.
His fingers pressed harder than before; Ayra’s sense of rationality began to collapse at a rapid pace.
The fine, soft hair at the back of the mage’s neck raised up.

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