[BL] Rules Of Desire: His Majesty's Secret-Chapter 54 - 52: The First Night: Where Love Claimed the Body

Chapter 54: Chapter 52: The First Night: Where Love Claimed the Body

Hale and Kaelith searched every corner of the room, their movements urgent and uneasy. But despite their efforts, neither dared to look out the window. Hale caught Kaelith’s wrist when he moved toward it and shook his head. "Don’t," he whispered.

Eventually, when their search turned up nothing, they returned to the bed, silent and pale with the weight of fear still lingering in the air. Hale got up again, lit the candle that had gone out, and carefully restored every item that had been disturbed, placing them back in their rightful spots as if trying to restore peace itself.

When he finally returned, Kaelith was already lying on the bed, facing him, eyes dark with longing. The tension hadn’t faded. The fire inside him still raged. As Hale lay down beside him, Kaelith immediately reached out, running a hand down Hale’s bare chest, lips pressing to his skin with need. The moment Hale saw how eager Kaelith was, his own desire surged. His body responded quickly, hardened and ready, but just when Kaelith leaned in, Hale pulled away gently.

"Your Highness..." Hale said softly, breath catching.

Kaelith blinked, stunned by the formality. It was just the two of them, naked, with their hearts laid bare. And still... Your Highness?

The rejection hit him deeper than he expected.

Hale saw the shift in Kaelith’s expression and added quickly, "I think we should rest. After the kingdom settles... when we finally find out what the solution is... then we can do it. I fear this is not the right time."

Kaelith said nothing at first. His eyes searched Hale’s, but he found no lies there, only worry. Slowly, he turned his back to him and muttered, "Okay."

Hale remained still for a while, watching Kaelith’s bare back, his heart aching. He wanted him, gods, he wanted him badly. This would’ve been their first time... the first time Kaelith would fully claim him. But the Whisperer’s scream still echoed in his head. Ominous. Terrifying.

He turned away, choosing sleep instead. Both men now lay back to back, naked, tense, and too close to ignore the heat between them.

Moments passed.

Kaelith slowly turned and pressed a gentle kiss between Hale’s shoulder blades. His voice trembled as he whispered, "Why are you rejecting me now? I thought you always wanted me... Don’t you love me enough to allow me deep inside you?"

Hale turned to face him, eyes meeting Kaelith’s. In them, he saw the storm, the ache of longing, the desperation to feel loved in the way he craved.

"You know how much I want this," Hale murmured. "But... the Whisperer. We don’t know what this would break. It’s forbidden for a reason."

Kaelith’s voice cracked. "Who cares? I’ve lived with rules all my life. People look at me like I’m cursed. Like I’m the problem that needs to be controlled. Why can’t I want something and get it, just once? Why must I always take what they give and nothing more?"

His eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "I want you now. How can that be wrong, too?" freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

He turned his back once more, shoulders trembling slightly.

Hale couldn’t bear it.

He scooted closer, wrapping an arm around Kaelith’s waist, pulling him into his chest. Kaelith didn’t resist.

"I’m sorry," Hale said softly. "I was only thinking about you. Trying to protect you. I didn’t mean any of what you think... You know how much I burn for you."

Kaelith shifted slightly, glancing over his shoulder. "Then why do you still address me Your Highness? We’re alone. It feels like... you’re putting distance between us."

Hale cupped his face, brushing a thumb gently across his cheek. "I’m sorry, Kael."

They looked into each other’s eyes, silence stretching between them. But the tension shifted, no longer fear, but tenderness. A different kind of heat bloomed in the space between them. Mutual. Deep. Unspoken.

And this time, neither of them pulled away.

The candle in Kaelith’s chamber flickered against the stone walls, yet he hadn’t lit it. The air felt heavy, electric, as though something ancient and powerful hovered close, watching, waiting.

The Whisperer’s distant cries still echoed like a warning... but Kaelith didn’t care.

He pushed Hale gently onto the bed, his breath hot, his hands trembling with want. His body ached, not with lust alone, but with yearning. Forbidden, sacred. Tonight, that desire would be sealed in flesh.

Kaelith climbed over him slowly, his knees sinking into the mattress, his body hovering. Hale’s chest rose and fell as if trying to control the storm inside him, but it was no use.

Kaelith’s lips met Hale’s forehead. A soft kiss. Then his cheek. Nose. Ear.

"Ah..." Hale gasped lightly when Kaelith’s mouth latched onto his neck, sucking hard enough to mark him. The pressure made him moan, deep and broken. "Kaelith..."

Kaelith growled softly into his skin, "Don’t stop me now."

He slid lower, his tongue swirling over Hale’s chest, his fingers trailing down the sides of his ribs. When his mouth reached Hale’s nipples, he sucked one into his mouth with a sinful moan, swirling his tongue around it. Hale arched off the bed, hands gripping the sheets, "Ahh... Kaelith!"

Kaelith’s eyes darkened with need. His hands massaged Hale’s thighs as his tongue trailed down his stomach, teasing each sensitive spot until Hale was shaking.

He hovered, breath against Hale’s skin. "I’ve never done this with a man before," he confessed, voice husky with truth.

Hale let out a weak chuckle, "This is my first time... being with a man like this. I don’t know how I’ll do."

Kaelith leaned in and kissed him deeply, lovingly. "We’ll figure it out together."

Then he looked down. His cock was already leaking, wet and throbbing. Hale swallowed thickly, feeling his body tighten in anticipation.

He spread Hale’s legs slowly, carefully, reverently. "If it hurts... tell me."

Hale nodded, but Kaelith could feel the tension, his body was tight, unused. So, he went slowly. Inch by inch, he pressed forward, sliding into Hale with a grunt. The heat, the tightness, it made Kaelith tremble.

"Nngh..." Hale gasped, head tossing back into the pillows. "You’re... big..."

Kaelith leaned down, kissing his cheek, whispering soothing words. "You’re doing so well."

Once fully inside, Kaelith stilled. The world outside seemed to pause, no more Whisperer cries. Just the sound of two hearts, two breaths, one connection.

Then he began to move.

Schlk... schlk... Each slow thrust made Hale moan louder, his body adjusting, stretching, surrendering.

"Kaelith... oh gods..." Hale whimpered.

Kaelith raised his legs and rolled his hips harder, deeper. Hale cried out, his own cock twitching from the overwhelming pleasure. Slap... slap... slap echoed as Kaelith began thrusting in rhythm, his hips grinding with need.

Their moans blended in the air. Kaelith’s body was covered in sweat, eyes locked on Hale with such intensity it felt like worship.

Hale couldn’t hold back anymore, he reached up, grabbing Kaelith’s shoulders, pulling him down into a kiss that tasted like fire and surrender.

"You’re mine," Kaelith breathed. "Only mine."

The rhythm grew faster. Slap! Slap! Slap! The bed creaked, Hale’s body jolting with every deep thrust. His own moans turned into cries as the thick, raw stretch blended pain and ecstasy.

"F-fuck! Kaelith!" Hale screamed, body trembling.

Kaelith’s face twisted in pleasure. He grabbed one of Hale’s legs, lifting it over his shoulder, slamming deeper into him. "Oh fuck—Hale—so tight—so good—"

The pleasure built. Hale’s eyes rolled back as his cock throbbed untouched, dripping onto his stomach.

Kaelith couldn’t hold it. With a low growl, he plunged in one time, "Ahhh... Hale...!"

"Ahh! Kaelith—f-fuck!" Hale cried out, writhing.

Kaelith growled softly, holding his hips and slamming deeper. The expression on his face was wild, completely lost in Hale, in the tight warmth that wrapped around him.

"I’ve needed this," he whispered. "I’ve needed you."

Their bodies moved in sync, Kaelith pounding into Hale harder, faster, with purpose now. Hale could barely breathe between moans, tears glimmering in the corners of his eyes from the sheer intensity.

Each deep thrust made Hale cry out, his voice raw.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The bed rocked beneath them. Kaelith leaned forward, sweat dripping from his brow, muscles flexed. He wrapped one arm under Hale’s thigh, the other hand locking with Hale’s fingers above his head.

Then Kaelith lost control.

He slammed in deeper, grinding hard.

"Oh gods... yes... Kaelith!" Hale screamed, trembling, body shaking.

The sound of their moans mixed with wet, rhythmic slaps as Kaelith chased his climax. Hale could feel him pulsing inside, his rhythm going erratic.

Kaelith gasped, then let out a low, guttural moan.

"Fuck—Hale—I’m... I’m cumming—!"

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

With one final slam, he groaned into Hale’s mouth, pressing their lips together as he emptied himself deep inside.

Their kiss was messy, desperate.

Then he pulled back, panting, and smiled with flushed cheeks.

"Can I go again?" he asked, voice breathless, eyes gleaming.

Hale smirked, wiping sweat from his brow. "Did you like it?"

"I loved it," Kaelith said. "I could do this for hours. Best sex I’ve ever had."

Hale chuckled, kissed him again. "Then do it. I’m yours. Do anything you want with me."

Kaelith’s gaze darkened with hunger. He rolled his hips again, still hard.

"Then this time," he growled, "I’ll make you cum with me."

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