Nori sat in front of his vanity, absentmindedly brushing his hair as a deep frown creased his delicate features. It had been two months since his marriage to Ryousuke, and yet… nothing had happened.
It wasn't as if he was completely ignorant—he knew what was supposed to happen between a husband and wife. Even though he had been raised as a delicate noble son, he understood that he had a duty to perform. And yet, Ryousuke had never once pushed him.
At first, Nori had been relieved. Their wedding night had been nothing more than Ryousuke holding him close, whispering in his ear that he wouldn't rush him. In the weeks that followed, the general had been attentive, always ensuring Nori was comfortable, well-fed, and warm at night. But that was all. No matter how much they kissed, how much they shared a bed, Ryousuke never crossed the final line.
At first, Nori thought it was simply because Ryousuke was being considerate. But now, after two months… doubt crept into his heart.
Was he not desirable enough?
Did Ryousuke not want him?
The thought made his stomach twist unpleasantly. His husband was a strong, battle-hardened general, a man of great power and passion. And yet, when it came to him, Ryousuke exercised complete restraint.
Nori bit his lip.
He had to do something.
Even if he was embarrassed, even if he felt shy—he was Ryousuke's wife. It was his duty to fulfill his role. And deep down, he wanted to. He wanted to see his husband lose that careful control, to feel wanted, to know that Ryousuke saw him as more than just someone to be protected.
Making up his mind, Nori took a deep breath and stood.
Tonight, he would seduce his husband.
After his evening bath, Nori carefully chose one of the scandalous outfits Ryousuke had gifted him. At the time, he had thought the general was teasing him by sending such indecent things, but now he realized it must have been Ryousuke's way of testing him, seeing if he would ever dare to wear them.
The sheer fabric clung to his frame, delicate and almost translucent, exposing far more than it covered. The loose sleeves slipped off his shoulders, and the thin sash around his waist did little to hide his body. He felt utterly exposed, his cheeks burning as he looked at his reflection.
But this was what he had decided.
Gathering his courage, Nori knelt beside the bed, waiting.
Minutes passed. Then, the sound of footsteps in the hall. The door creaked open.
Ryousuke stepped inside—and stopped dead in his tracks.
The room was dimly lit by candlelight, casting a soft glow over Nori's form. Kneeling at the side of the bed, he looked almost ethereal, his pale skin illuminated by the flickering light. The thin fabric barely concealed his figure, draping over him like mist, hinting at everything but revealing nothing.
Ryousuke's expression darkened instantly, his normally sharp eyes narrowing as he slowly shut the door behind him.
"Nori." His voice was deep, rough, laced with something dangerous. "What are you doing?"
Nori swallowed, his heartbeat hammering against his ribs. He had spent all day gathering the courage for this moment. He couldn't back down now.
He lifted his gaze, locking eyes with his husband, and despite the fierce blush dusting his cheeks, he spoke steadily.
"Welcoming you home," he said softly. "Husband."
A muscle in Ryousuke's jaw twitched. His hands clenched at his sides, as if he were physically restraining himself.
"You don't know what you're playing with, little wife," he murmured, taking a slow step forward.
Nori tilted his chin up, determination flickering in his eyes despite the nervous flutter in his stomach. "Then show me."
For a moment, silence hung between them, thick with tension.
Then, Ryousuke exhaled sharply, his restraint snapping like a thread pulled too tight.
Nori barely had time to brace himself before Ryousuke seized him, flipping him onto the bed with a force that knocked the breath from his lungs. His scandalous silk robes barely clung to his body, slipping from his shoulders as the general loomed over him, eyes dark with unrestrained hunger.
"You think you can tease me and run?" Ryousuke's voice was a low growl, sending shivers down Nori's spine.
Nori swallowed hard, overwhelmed, his heart hammering against his ribs. He had expected Ryousuke to touch him, kiss him, maybe even take him gently, but the way the man was looking at him now—like a starved beast finally let loose—made him tremble.
Before he could think of a response, Ryousuke's lips crashed against his, swallowing his gasp. The kiss was deep, punishing, his tongue claiming every inch of Nori's mouth with relentless hunger. Large, rough hands roamed his body, gripping his waist before sliding down, pushing his thighs apart with ease.
"W-Wait—" Nori tried to retreat, but Ryousuke wasn't having it.
A strong hand wrapped around his ankle, dragging him back under the general's weight. The momentary struggle only seemed to excite Ryousuke more, his grip tightening as he forced Nori to surrender.
"You wanted this, didn't you?" he taunted, voice thick with lust. "Look at you… already shaking."
Nori whimpered as Ryousuke's fingers traced over his inner thighs, barely touching where he needed him most. He gasped when a teasing stroke sent heat shooting through his body, his back arching off the bed.
The general chuckled darkly. "So sensitive…"
Nori's fingers clutched at the sheets as Ryousuke spread him open, his mouth and hands working in tandem to unravel him. His mind blurred as wet, obscene sounds filled the room, each stroke and flick of Ryousuke's tongue sending him closer to the edge. The squelch of slick heat and the deep groans of the general against his skin made him burn with shame and desire.
The moment Ryousuke pressed forward, filling him completely, Nori's breath hitched, his fingers digging into the man's shoulders. The stretch was unbearable, overwhelming, his body trembling beneath the sheer intensity of it.
"Too much?" Ryousuke murmured against his lips, though he didn't slow, rolling his hips in deep, powerful strokes.
Nori tried to respond, but all that came out was a broken moan.
The first thrust was slow, deliberate. The second was harder, deeper. By the third, Ryousuke had lost all restraint.
The bed rocked beneath them as the general pounded into him, each thrust sending jolts of raw pleasure tearing through Nori's body. The slick, wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room, obscene and unrelenting.
Ryousuke's breath was hot against Nori's neck as he leaned down, voice thick with possessiveness. "Mine."
Nori gasped as he was taken harder, the pleasure so overwhelming that tears pricked his eyes. The sheer force of Ryousuke's movements left him boneless, unable to do anything but take it, his moans echoing through the chambers.
The night stretched on, and Ryousuke never let up, flipping Nori onto his stomach at one point, dragging him back whenever he tried to crawl away. Every time he thought the general was done, he was proven wrong. The intensity never faded, the deep, relentless pounding leaving him dazed and breathless.
By the time Ryousuke finally collapsed beside him, pulling him close, Nori could do nothing but tremble in his arms, completely spent.
He barely had time to process anything before the general murmured against his ear, voice thick with satisfaction.
"Now, let's see if you can still walk tomorrow."
Nori groaned, burying his face in the pillows, his body still aching with the echoes of their passion.