Chapter 311: Like the desert during an earthquake

Theo let out a jagged breath, feeling Alias’s face inches to his.

This man’s curiosity was so strong he would do anything to satisfy it.

Alias kissed him and Theo kissed back, but it did not take long before they pulled apart, breathless. Alias was a little aggressive today, but it didn’t hurt. Instead, it only mirrored the desperation of his curiosity.

Theo’s hands slid from Alias’s wrists to the hem of his tunic. The air in the room was thick with a new, suffocating kind of intimacy—one stripped of the gentle ’fairy tale’ they had spent the last week weaving.

He pulled the fabric over Alias’s head, exposing that moon-pale skin to the cold starlight.

​"This is how it begins," Theo whispered, his voice trembling as he worked on his own clothes. "Without the poetry. Just the skin and the need."

​He led Alias to the large mat like he did every other night, but the atmosphere was different this time and Alias could feel it in his guts.

Theo laid him down and got on top of him. His hands weren’t as gentle as before. He pressed Alias down, his weight a physical reminder of the difference between their stature.

​"Is this it?" Alias asked, his voice steady even as his breath began to hitch. "The use of the body?"

​"Yes," Theo rasped, burying his face in the crook of Alias’s neck. He bit down, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark. "It’s a hunger. It’s taking because you can’t help it."

​Theo moved his hands down, opening Alias’s legs. He felt the sting of tears again, but he forced himself to stay in the moment. This was the guilt he had to bear through the whole process. This was his punishment.

He reached for a small jar of oil they had used for the wooden furniture, his fingers shaking as he poured it directly above Alias dick and Alias watched as the liquid rolled down till he felt it in his ass.

Alias flinched, his eyes wide. "It feels... cold."

"Just... let me know if it hurts." Throw said and then proceeded to prepare Alias.

He stuck one finger in first, slowly, moving it around like the finger was a homing device going after Alias pleasure point.

"Now it feels invasive. Is this how it was with her?"

​Theo immediately flinched at the mention of the woman. "No. With her, there was no care. There was no preparation. There was just... the end."

He didn’t even recall how it started. All he remembered was seeing a woman on top of him, panting and moaning as she rode him. In that moment, he was lost in alcohol and for a second, a brief second, he thought he was finally holding Alias in his hands and he gripped the woman right, never letting go as he pleaded for Alias to stay and not leave again.

His thrusts got faster and she said something along the line, a plea for him to stop? He didn’t know. He couldn’t remember. He probably didn’t even hear it and came inside her.

Only then did he realize that he had not just dreamt holding Alias and had physically held a woman.

She scrambled away before he could even understand the situation properly.

Theo shut his eyes, his brows knitting together.

He hated that memory and wished to never recall it.

"I’m putting another finger in," he said and Alias nodded.

​Theo took out the first and returned with a second, prying Alias hole even more. Then, he began to stretch him, his fingers moving slowly.

Alias let out a low, shaky moan, his head tossing from side to side at the sensation he was still unfamiliar with.

"It feels like I am being stretched apart. Like the desert during an earthquake. Theo, it is... too much."

​"Deep breaths. This is part of the process if we don’t want you to get hurt by my size." Theo encouraged, his own voice thick with a mix of agony and desire.

Alias began to think about it. Yes, Theo’s penis was big and it seemed like that thing had to enter him for sex to happen. While it seemed relatively impossible for such a thing to enter him, if Theo was able to enter that woman without stretching her, then he should be just fine.

A bead or sweat rolled down Theo’s forehead and his breathing began to grow ragged. He was at his limit.

He was very hard, throbbing and twitching. He wanted to put it inside Alias so badly, but he didn’t rush it. He couldn’t afford to hurt Alias a second time.

"T-Theo," Alias called, his body trembling and his dick twitching. "I think that’s enough. It... it’s fine now."

Theo closed his eyes, his chest heaving and trying to calm his breathing. Then, he nodded.

He lifted his body and then touched his cock, stroking the head a bit, his eyes fixed on Alias trembling body and the way his legs were shaking. He hadn’t even started yet but he was already trembling so much.

He’s so fragile. Theo thought.

Then he pressed the head to kiss the entrance of the stretched out hole and Alias flinched.

"What is it?" Theo asked but Alias shook his head.

"It just... felt weird." He said, his voice small. "Continue,"

Theo took in a deep breath and then finally began to push himself inside, a sharp, high gasp escaped Alias’s lips. He went rigid, his fingers digging into Theo’s shoulders.

​"Theo! I... I feel full. There is no more room inside me," Alias cried out, his silver eyes shimmering with those pearl-like tears. "It hurts. Why does it hurt?"

​"Because you’re taking all of me," Theo groaned, his forehead resting against Alias’s. He stayed still, letting Alias’s body adjust to his size. He wasn’t fully in yet but this was enough if he didn’t want to hurt him. "It won’t stay like this. I promise. Just... give it a moment."

Alias decided to trust him, beads of tears rolling down his eyes.

Will this hurt really subside? He wondered, but he didn’t wonder for long as the sharp edge of the pain began to dull, replaced by a heavy, pulsing heat.