"You do realize that measuring it like that would simply make it bigger, right?"

With his hand dangerously poised right beside Kyle’s extremely stiff member, the sensible adjutant had to keep himself busy just to avoid tugging at his little star’s curious fingers.

Then again, wasn’t it his fault for saying he could do as he liked?

And now that his wife had become too obedient, following his words to the letter, Kyle was realizing the sheer difference in their levels of boldness.

Others would call it shamelessness, but since they were now married, Kyle felt that calling it "boldness" was far more appropriate.

Because if the youngest Nox dared to strut around clad in nothing but someone’s hopes and dreams, his little star dared to ask to see it.

Well, see it.

Touch it.

And for the love of all that definitely wasn’t holy, measure it.

Ideally set on seducing his wife, Kyle hadn’t particularly expected to be put in such a situation.

And yet, it seemed like he was the one eagerly waiting for a verdict.

Unfortunately, Ollie’s earlier curiosity and fascination had turned into disbelief and bargaining after realizing exactly where that shaft would have to go in the name of fully deepening their connection.

His little star had practically choked on the bathwater as he realized the precarious situation he’d eventually be in.

Therefore, Ollie dared to say—with immense passion and desperation—that it would be impossible for anything of that size to fit back there.

It was a rather impressive "nope" that strangled their bond before it could even bloom.

So right about now, Kyle was just trying to improve the perception, if only for the sake of their hopefully long lives. It was just that none of the usual methods were helping reduce the size of his glaring erection.

"Didn’t you say you could only allow for something much, much smaller?"

Kyle, who was wet once again, had gotten into the tub to be in close enough proximity to his little star, but didn’t expect to end up tangled in such a situation.

It was seriously a conversation no one could possibly have in the middle of something essentially titillating. But there they were, measuring lengths based on his wife’s delicate hand.

"If we’re being fair, shouldn’t we measure it by my hand instead?" Kyle asked in resignation. But in the eyes of the blonde, who was currently being convinced that it was a good idea to take in the poor shaft, Kyle’s eyes looked rather mischievous.

Kyle—his Kyle—was definitely up to no good!

"How could we measure it by your hand? If so, would it enter you?" The blonde, snug on his husband’s torso, voiced his unfounded grievance as someone who hadn’t even given it a try. He sat there in the water, lecturing Kyle with a huff.

But the adjutant also had a mouth that couldn’t be controlled and responded with:

"I understand, I really do. But by using your hand, is it because you know just how deep you are over there, that you’re using that as a basis?"

"!!!"

It was a valid argument, and the blonde’s face blossomed into a shade of red unique to him.

"I-I don’t know! But it can’t possibly be deeper than my hand!"

"Really?" Kyle asked innocently despite knowing the right answer.

He was certain that his mop knew it too, but if Ollie could deny the existence of a whole planet by virtue of sheer will, then how could he not do it for a body part?

He leaned back languidly against the tub, using a fist to cushion his cheek as his head tilted to the side. He looked devastatingly handsome, watching his wife with a calm, predatory grace. "Last time you said you didn’t know or couldn’t do it, didn’t you end up top of the class?"

"Even in the suppression chamber, you did extremely well, even after saying you couldn’t do it, didn’t you?"

"And even now, aren’t the people of the Empire waiting for your turn to become the second youngest licensed mechanic despite thinking it wouldn’t be possible?"

"Wha—!" Ollie’s eyes widened as he tried to think of a way around the logic. While they sounded good in the ears of the guy who loved hearing praises, especially from someone as strict as his man, he really shouldn’t be swayed by his experienced tongue!

The blonde shook his head as if trying to keep his wits together.

"But that’s different! This... what if it’s not biologically possible! I mean, just look at me!"

The star dramatically pointed at his own body as if trying to prove a very important point.

Now, Kyle, the rather obedient husband, really looked. He saw everything he wanted in his life and responded with a sigh before reaching for his wife’s frisky hands.

"Do you really want to know what I think about this—"

"What I think about... you?"

Kyle had a look in his eyes that compelled the blonde to nod, even if it sounded extremely dangerous for the heart of someone as fragile as him.

"Then excuse me for a moment..."

Kyle readjusted the way he sat, practically slouching and shifting Ollie so that instead of his lap, the blonde was now positioned around his abdomen.

The movement drew a hiss from the patient adjutant as moving meant grazing the skin of his little star in ways he could only dare as a husband.

Kyle grasped his wife’s hand, laying his own fingers over the back of Ollie’s, guiding those soft digits to wrap around his hardened member. The moment Ollie’s hand finally made contact, the flesh practically twitched under his touch.

"!"

The normally impenetrable wall had been on edge earlier because those same wandering hands kept getting close, but never close enough for his liking.

His breath hitched, rough and uneven, before he pulled in a slow inhale like he was trying to steady himself. The sound that slipped past his lips was low, strained, barely contained.

"Haa—"

He dipped forward, pressing his forehead against the curve of Ollie’s nape, his shoulders tightening as if holding himself back took effort.

"!"

What?

The blonde felt like he was holding something extremely combustible. The instant his hand made contact with that hot, pulsing flesh, Ollie thought he would explode.

And yet, for someone who adored explosives and had an unhealthy obsession with bombs, he was also certain that he’d never held something so dangerously delicate yet threatening.

So how could he not be conflicted?

"K-Kyle! Waaah!"

But the moment he heard his husband groan like that, something in the ever-invested star clicked.

Ollie leaned forward, gulping as if he were suddenly thirsty even though he was surrounded by water.

Meanwhile, Kyle, who had been itching for even more contact, simply took in the scent of his mop before muttering, "It’s like that because of you."

"You asked me to look at you, and that’s what I ended up with."

"What...?" The mop’s voice was breathless and nervous, but even then, his hand remained wrapped around his husband’s definitely erect shaft. "No, that’s not possible! I didn’t do anything."

"Yes, I know."

"Huh?"

Eh?

"You’ve never had to really do anything."

Kyle’s head rose, and Ollie angled his own, trying to see his face, only to be surprised to find himself gazing into eyes that looked extremely captivating, dark with intent.

"You can just sit there, and it would be like this. If you call for me, the same thing would happen."

Kyle paused, his gaze intensifying. "But that doesn’t mean this is all there is to it. Because even now, it’s much different than earlier."

The blonde, as if scandalized to the inch of his life, gasped a little at that before asking, "What do you mean?"

"My body... It’s different because I want to touch you."

"...But at the same time, all of this is also because I’m greedy and want to be touched by you."

"!!!"

They both paused, just for a second.

Kyle’s words didn’t go anywhere. They stayed right there between them, direct enough that neither of them could pretend they didn’t hear it. His eyes didn’t move either, still fixed on his only star like he was waiting to see what he’d do next.

Said star swallowed hard.

His breath caught a little, heat crawling up his neck as the words sank in. His fingers twitched where they were, like he wanted to do something but didn’t know what yet.

And then... he moved.

Just a bit.

Hopefully barely noticeable, but entirely evident for the man he was sitting on. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Those lean legs pressed closer on their own as he squirmed, brushing against Kyle’s as if they’d already decided for him.

"..."

"..."

Then Kyle, the sly dog that he was, rested his chin on his little star’s shoulder in what was supposedly a sweet gesture.

But lo and behold, using every ounce of appeal he’d managed to store in his two decades of life, he uttered words no one would ever believe he had in him: "It’s being like that because of you. So maybe you can find it in your heart to give it a chance before judging it first?"

The question sounded so earnest. Maybe a little too earnest.

Others would say otherwise, but the equally blinded blonde—the sole star in Kyle’s universe—seemed to surrender with the earnest plea.

The delicate new wife bit his lip before muttering in response, "Then... what should I do to give it a chance?"

Ah.

The question that he shouldn’t have ever asked. One that would be remembered for ages to come.

But it was already too late as he’d signed his name in blood.

__

It was as if fireworks had been released in the confines of that bathroom.

But just when the blonde thought his words and the way his hand held someone else’s most private part were already as scandalous as he could get, he was surprised to learn otherwise.

"Then if I may," Kyle said, his voice dropping to a silken invitation, "would you allow me to demonstrate it for you?"

Oliver Astrea Mylor, soon to be a legal Oliver Mylor Nox, was flustered by the question but ended up saying yes to the handsome demon who’d been beguiling him.

"Ah, well, okay."

But unfortunately for him, he only realized a second later that he was the very dummy for this demonstration.

"My lovely wife, if you can, please touch me just like this..."

The words were perfectly polite and honeyed; therefore, he should’ve known better.

And sure enough, the result was an existential question about what innocent mortals would know about life after death?

Well, apparently not enough.

Because, despite thinking that he’d already heard everything about the afterlife after thoroughly praying for his good brother, apparently, there was still a side to Cloud Nine he had yet to discover.

And all it took was a single, guided pump.

"Hnggghh~!"