The first thing Nori felt when he stirred awake was pain—deep, bone-melting soreness that spread through his entire body. His limbs trembled with even the smallest movement, and his throat was hoarse from the cries Ryousuke had wrung from him. His long lashes fluttered as he opened his eyes, taking in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.
But the moment he tried to move, he let out a sharp gasp, his body protesting the slightest shift. A dull, heated ache throbbed between his legs—a reminder of just how thoroughly he had been taken.
A deep chuckle rumbled beside him.
"Awake?" Ryousuke's voice was thick with satisfaction, his warm breath brushing against Nori's flushed cheek.
Nori turned his head slightly, only to find himself immediately pulled into the general's strong arms. He felt impossibly small, fragile even, as Ryousuke's large hand smoothed over his waist, pulling him close as if he had no intention of letting him go.
