Escape from an Ancient Civilization Ch 165

Chapter 165

Medeus pulled Nataek along with larger steps than usual, moving at twice the normal walking speed. Wondering where he was in such a hurry, Nataek soon realized that Medeus had brought him to their quarters.

Carefully placing the flower basket in a corner of the bed, Medeus sat Nataek beside it. Although puzzled, Nataek obediently perched on the edge of the bed as instructed. Outside, the sun had not yet set. Nataek looked at Medeus with curious eyes.

“Didn’t you say you’d tell me how to ease your mind?”

Medeus slowly climbed onto the bed and lifted Nataek’s foot onto the blanket.

“Yes,” he answered as if it was obvious.

Nataek’s confusion deepened as Medeus leaned down, his cheek touching Nataek’s shoulder where he sat awkwardly.

“Is this… the way you ease your mind?”

“Yeah.”

Ignoring Nataek’s question, Medeus pulled Nataek’s waist into a tight embrace. His face brushed Nataek’s flat stomach and then moved between his legs. Startled by the sudden move, Nataek grabbed Medeus’s cheek and pulled him up.

No matter how Nataek looked, it did not seem like he was soothing Medeus; it appeared rather that Medeus was the one holding him.

“This… doesn’t seem like a way to ease your mind.”

“Why not? This is what I want to do. Accepting what I want to do is what eases my mind.”

“Do what?”

Nataek grabbed Medeus’s shoulder, but Medeus pushed him back with his weight. Fully lying down, Medeus embraced Nataek’s waist.

“Yeah. I want to do what you did for me last night.”

The unexpected request reminded Nataek of the previous night, a night filled with romantic scenery like the countryside. Intoxicated, they teased each other until a careless mistake happened, for which he soothed the angry Medeus.

He had suffered injuries to his mouth while calming the merciless snake. That was all he’d done. The only thing remotely qualifying as an act was the final incident.

Realizing the situation, Nataek lowered his gaze and felt Medeus’s warm breath.

“I wonder what expression you’d have when I do it.”

Medeus’s eyes sparkled. He was definitely no longer angry; in fact, perhaps he’d calmed down since receiving the bouquet. Nataek, caught off guard by the unexpected moment, grabbed Medeus’s arm.

“Medeus… now is perhaps not the time. You haven’t washed yet.”

“Doesn’t matter. Besides, you washed before leaving the village.”

“But suddenly coming out like this makes me flustered.”

Calmly, Medeus climbed on top of Nataek completely.

“Who always flustered me whenever I blessed?”

“Blessings are…”

Nataek’s blessings always came after careful thought at needed moments. But from Medeus’s perspective, they had always been sudden. He acknowledged that. Yet, despite admitting it, Nataek felt wronged by Medeus’s reproach.

You also said blessings after teaching me to shoot! I was so flustered then!

Remembering that day, he recalled the sudden kiss he had unexpectedly received before realizing those feelings.

While Nataek was still reflecting, Medeus remained firm.

“The important thing is that you must soothe my heart. It still hasn’t completely calmed.”

Soon, Medeus’s lips were close to Nataek’s.

“You won’t have to do hard things. Just lie still and accept what I give.”

Medeus moved a hand slowly, stroking Nataek gently beneath the collar. Nataek glanced sideways and saw the neatly arranged flower basket nearby.

What was the flower language for bellflowers? “Beware of the back,” or maybe “counterattack?”

“Uh? Teresi…”

A low voice gently urged Nataek. He was weak in the face of his lover’s pleading. Seeing Medeus cling, Nataek relaxed.

Lost, lost… you can’t win against this Medeus. Maybe I picked the wrong flowers. Surely, one flower in the basket must carry such a meaning.

Rustle, Medeus’s hand touched the quilt as he climbed. Nataek smiled wryly and nodded in concession.

Medeus kissed Nataek’s lips immediately after permission, gently this time as instructed, without biting like before.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Seeing Medeus follow his teaching brought a smile; when Nataek opened his mouth and lifted the corner of his lips, Medeus leaned in to kiss but stopped and rested his chin on Nataek’s chest.

“Why do you keep laughing? Am I that bad at kissing?”

“No, it’s not that.”

Nataek’s hand moved behind Medeus’s neck and gently stroked the back of his head.

“I feel proud because you’re like a student who masters ten things after learning one.”

Medeus’s eyes opened wide, then he pressed his lips to Nataek’s. Muttering, he said,

“I haven’t even used what I learned, and you’re proud already?”

A soft laugh broke between their lips. The fragments dissolved quickly in the mouth. Medeus held Nataek’s cheek and began slow kisses. Soft lips parted to reveal a thick tongue that pushed inside.

Turning his head and moving lips again, a pale pink tongue swayed between them. Nataek traced through Medeus’s mouth.

Medeus’s hair slipped from Nataek’s hand. Medeus held Nataek’s chin, kissed him making a smacking sound, leaving a scarlet mark. The red lips stamped one by one, trailing down the neck. His hand gently stroked Nataek’s side in a repeating motion.

A faint breath escaped Nataek’s lips. Remembering last night, he slowly moved his waist, lifting his pelvis, brushing subtly when his center touched Medeus’s abdomen, then lowering to the bed.

Feeling the increasingly heavy breaths, Medeus nuzzled Nataek’s chest, parted his collar, and pressed his nose against bare skin, deliberately breathing deeply. The breath tingled Nataek’s skin.

“Phew, ticklish.”

Nataek grabbed Medeus’s shoulder. Medeus mumbled, pressing his face to Nataek’s chest.

“I was ticklish too last night. You have to endure this much to be an adult.”

“What does that have to do with being an adult?”

Nataek teased him as Medeus slowly loosened the cord tied around his waist.

“It does. If you get ticklish and stop here, you can’t make progress.”

It sounded reasonable but somewhat like a haphazard excuse. The cord loosening caused the clothing to come apart in an instant.

Medeus admired Nataek’s bare body, free of blemish. Nataek softly opened his robe over his chest, as if telling him to admire properly.

He reached for Medeus’s cheek and gently pulled him downward toward his chest.

“You said if I stop, I’m not an adult.”

Though meant as a tease, it only fired Medeus up. Narrowing his eyes, Medeus bit into the smooth chest. The unfamiliar texture pierced and beat Nataek’s heart.

Although teasing at first, the strange sensation enveloped Nataek entirely and evaporated his carelessness. Sensations flowed from his solar plexus down to his navel and radiated heat between his legs.

Nataek clenched the quilt and turned his body, but Medeus’s large hand grasped and pressed his pelvis down to the bed.

“Don’t move.”

“W-wait.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel good, just as you taught me.”

Medeus licked along Nataek’s ribs, tracing lines downward. The cloth in place of underwear was slowly loosened. Revealed below caught Medeus’s gaze. He grasped Nataek’s thighs and slowly spread them apart, moving deliberately so as not to embarrass.

He didn’t forget to gently caress the tender inner flesh as he went.

Every breath Medeus exhaled on the bare skin made Nataek flinch. Medeus kissed Nataek’s thighs as if they were holy relics. Light kisses touched and left repeatedly.

After alternating sides and paying lip-homage like a child’s play, he bitten and released the skin like gentle nibbling. At that moment, Nataek curled his toes.

“…?”

From outside came murmuring and the sound of people running. Nataek stared out. Not only sounds but movements of hurrying people more chaotic than before appeared.

Are they doing a big cleaning?

The noisy atmosphere grew quickly.

“…Medeus, wait a moment.”

When Nataek grabbed Medeus’s cheek to lift his upper body—

Knock-knock—

“General. Lord. Are you inside?”