Such a life was difficult.

At least, that was what one blonde would insist on, even if no one else in the world would agree with him.

Because right now, Oliver Nox genuinely couldn’t tell which way was up or down.

And sure, other people might say he was being dramatic. But those people clearly didn’t have his apparently sensitive body. Or his situation. Or worse, his husband.

A husband who was far too observant. Far too capable. And absolutely unwilling to pretend to lose.

Who cared about respecting opponents?

At this point, Ollie would’ve taken pity if it meant getting a win.

And by "winning," he didn’t mean anything complicated either. Just... getting Kyle to the same finish line that he personally kept crossing far too fast.

Like he was certain he was about to do now.

"Haaaaah—!"

Ollie’s deeply flustered body suddenly seized.

That one spot that the blonde didn’t think had any sort of importance until today had been found and totally entertained. For some reason, since its earlier discovery, Kyle hadn’t let up with his ministrations, driving the mop to a point where spelling his own name would be difficult.

Ollie’s breath hitched, then caught completely when Kyle’s fingers pressed against that one spot again.

Intense.

It was all too intense.

His world shrank down to nothing but sensation—the intensified friction of Kyle’s hand and that deep, pulsing heat building inside him, rising faster than he could handle.

"Kyle—!"

His back snapped off the sheets in a sharp arch, heels digging into the mattress as his fingers fisted helplessly into the sheets. The sound that tore from his throat wasn’t controlled in the slightest, high and broken as his body reacted on instinct alone.

There was no stopping it.

His chest lifted, hips trembling as everything tipped over at once, the overwhelming rush crashing through him so suddenly it felt like his entire body had short-circuited.

And just like a fully inflated balloon, he deflated and dropped back down with a soft plop.

For a moment, he couldn’t move past panting for his life and desperately focusing his eyes.

His limbs trembled uncontrollably, the aftershocks lingering as if they refused to leave, leaving him weak and breathless in their wake. At this rate, it was a valid worry that his toes may end up permanently curled as if the sensation had really reached all the way down there.

Then again, with what just happened to the little star, clearly nothing was impossible.

Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, blurring his vision as he struggled to breathe properly again.

With a trembling hand, he pointed at a significant someone in accusation.

"That... that has to be illegal pleasure!"

Kyle, who was just about to gather his mop for a cuddle, paused for a moment, clearly taken aback by his wife’s words and expression.

"...?"

...Illegal pleasure?

But then, like the demon he also was, Kyle slowly found the gall to smile.

Amused. Soft. Completely (un)repentant.

He reached for Ollie’s hand, guiding it down before pressing a kiss to the back of it, his gaze warm.

"Forgive me," he murmured. "Next time, I’ll try to re-evaluate and understand what you really mean when you say ’again’ or ’more.’ So please look forward to it."

Ollie’s eyes widened in disbelief.

But Kyle wasn’t done.

"However," he continued, voice calm, "since that might take some getting used to, please forgive my incompetence and allow me to take your words literally even just for today."

"!"

Before Ollie could react, Kyle, who had been looming over the poor, innocent critter, leaned down and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to his exposed abdomen.

"Hnn!"

The surprised blonde jolted, his body tightening on instinct. It wasn’t rough, not at all. It wasn’t even overwhelming, especially compared to earlier, but it still made his legs try to close on reflex.

Except they couldn’t.

Because Kyle, the imposing boulder that he was, was firmly between them, completely unmoved.

And when Ollie’s gaze drifted lower, he froze.

"...?!"

Unlike him, his husband was very much not finished.

The blonde stared, completely stunned.

"How?!" Ollie blurted, still breathless. "Why are you still like that?!"

But the looming tower only smiled, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"I didn’t exactly finish because I hadn’t really started... earlier, I was just focused on you. I wanted to do it right."

That face—

That unfair, completely disarming expression that could clearly be used to get away with crimes—

The blinded star’s brain short-circuited on the spot, immediately taken in by that sheepish smile.

His mouth hung open as he tried to process it. He hadn’t even thought about it. Not once.

Granted, it had been impossible to think about anything, and he could only be grateful that biological processes like breathing and blood circulation didn’t rely on logical thought, or he would’ve been dead by now.

But since he hadn’t taken care of himself... What would he do with something so uncomfortable?

Then, just as he thought about the logistics of having such an arousal, slowly, reality caught up.

And so did the situation of their odd standstill, and how Kyle had been hovering over him as if waiting for permission.

"...W-what now?" Ollie stammered, suddenly aware again. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

He glanced around, trying to find anything to protect his modesty.

There was nothing.

"...Just being greedy," Kyle admitted softly, tilting his head. "And hoping to beg my wife for a little affection."

For some reason, he looked so pitiful that the blonde’s heart squeezed. It was really unfair for someone so big and strong to look like he’d just lost his entire fortune.

"...What kind of affection?" he asked, voice smaller this time.

"The kind only my wife can give."

He reached for Ollie’s hand again, gently turning it until his fingers brushed over the ring resting there. Then he lowered his head and kissed it.

Ollie flushed immediately.

That word again.

Wife.

He didn’t want to admit it so easily, but he really liked it when Kyle referred to him like that. It was as if he finally understood why his good brother liked it so much.

His chest tightened, something warm spreading through him as his thoughts briefly wandered. He almost forgot everything else.

The response stumbled out of him without resistance.

"...O-okay," he said.

Unfortunately, that was all it took to nab the shining star.

Clearly, next time he needed more lessons about not being enticed by dubious yet dangerously good-looking men.

Tsk.