Gods.

Xavier didn’t know how someone could be so perfect for him.

Like a glove that welcomed his return, he almost feared the inability to detach as he buried himself deep inside his wife.

"Hnnngh!"

Just moments ago, they were practically scrambling to connect with each other, desperate for a friction that went beyond skin. Luca ended up face down on the bed, his hips arched high for Xavier, who stood at the bedside, driving into him with a relentless, heavy rhythm.

The willful fox groaned into the pillows, his voice a broken plea. "Husband...please—"

"...hurry."

Now, others might not understand it. Why someone whose body was already extremely sensitive—soft, spent, and trembling—would want to do it again so soon.

But that was probably because they simply hadn’t felt the kind of satisfaction Luca did.

His entire body practically bloomed to be receptive to his husband’s energy.

Not only was he convulsing with sexual pleasure, but it was also in this state of unbridled release that their cores felt the closest.

They had been one for some time now, and he had been accustomed to it, but even then, whenever they were in that state, it still felt like a different experience.

Like an even stronger resonance that was difficult not to long for.

And even now, he wanted it. He could feel himself pulsing, every inch alive, and he liked it so much that his body moved instinctively to meet his husband’s thrusts.

More.

He wanted to be one with him more.

Xavier’s breath came out rough, almost feral, as he gripped his wife’s waist, his knuckles turning white.

"Luca... tell me what you want."

Luca, hearing his name from those lips, arched deeper, chest pressed into the mattress, hips pinned high as if he couldn’t bring himself down even if he tried. His hands fisted the sheets, knuckles similarly pale, head thrown back as he looked at Xavier through a haze of pleasure.

"I want... I want to cum," he gasped. "Please!"

Xavier didn’t hesitate.

He shifted—ever-so-slightly—but it was enough. The new angle hit Luca’s sweet spot with a precision that made the golden-eyed cadet jolt as if struck by lightning.

"Ahh! There!"

Xavier Solaris, the obedient and honestly far-gone husband that he was, took the confirmation with a gravity that bordered on worship.

He reached forward, his large hand hooking one of Luca’s trembling wrists and pinning it back against the small of his wife’s back, forcing their bodies to graft together even more tightly.

"...!"

The golden-eyed cadet felt his insides tighten, and was surprised by the sudden movement that had him nearly hallucinating.

With Luca tilted at a steep, helpless angle, the white wolf began to move with a predatory, desperate focus.

Every thrust was heavier than before, with sliding friction that made the air in the room feel as if it were actually vibrating.

The rhythm quickly dissolved into a frantic blur—the wet, rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting echoing like a drumbeat in the silence of the room.

The pace didn’t stay steady for long.

Eventually, it unraveled.

Xavier accelerated, his muscles coiling and snapping as he drove himself into his wife with a relentless force, seeking that singular spot over and over.

Each hit drew another broken sound from Luca, high and helpless, his breathing falling apart under the pressure and pleasure.

Then just like that, they were no longer separate rhythms.

They breathed together. Moved together. Fell into the same broken, gasping pattern like they were sharing the same lungs.

But it was more than just physical friction.

As they closed in on the peak, the spiritual energy between them began to boil, their individual signatures bleeding into one another effortlessly.

It was a preparation for a different kind of orgasm entirely—a metaphysical melding where their cores pulsed in perfect, agonizing synchronicity.

The sensation was so intense it felt like their nerves, spiritual pathways, heck, even their futures were being rewritten.

So what more after hitting the peak?

Xavier’s grip tightened, his teeth grazing the skin of Luca’s shoulder as he delivered the final, deepest strikes that pushed both of them over the ledge.

"!!!"

Luca finally shattered, his body snapping into a rigid, trembling line as he moaned into the room. Xavier followed a heartbeat later, a guttural roar leaving his throat as they both drowned in a heat so absolute it left them seeing stars in the dark.

For a moment, there was nothing else.

Just an overwhelming, all-too-satisfying rush.

And then, the quiet sense of falling together into something dangerously addictive.

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A husband’s clean-up duty was something Xavier took a little too seriously.

This time, even more so.

He was meticulous as he reminded himself that they’d been through a very, very long day.

And even without counting his back—which had experienced a different kind of tormen—err, massage—that definitely didn’t come from sparring with the Federation, their schedule alone was enough to exhaust anyone.

His little wife included.

So the Prince shook his head at the other thoughts threatening to corrupt his mind.

Yes, it didn’t matter if his little chipmunk currently looked like a freshly steamed dumpling, soft and glowing, or that his skin practically radiated after what had to be an accidental dual cultivation. Luca was still probably tired.

And therefore, should not be subjected to more rounds at least for today.

Ahem.

Moreover, even if his extremely generous and thoughtful wife had offered to go at it again—with that dangerously yearning face that admittedly bypassed Xavier’s logic—there was still one undeniable fact.

Luca wouldn’t have enough sleep before waking up for breakfast.

And that alone was reason enough to postpone things for "another time."

The Prince leaned down and pressed a kiss to his wife’s forehead, and those golden orbs opened in response.

"Husband... are you sure we can’t...?"

Xavier, who once believed his willpower was formidable, was now learning that certain combinations of words were particularly dangerous. He intervened immediately, concerned about making lasting errors.

"Aren’t you planning on preparing for the dungeon upgrade later?" Xavier asked, keeping his tone steady as he cradled Luca in the bathtub, both of them soaking in the warm water.

"!!!"

As if struck by a delayed reminder, Luca lifted his head.

"But I think a nap would do," he said, clearly negotiating.

Xavier felt his tongue press against the inside of his cheek, holding back a laugh at the sheer determination on his beloved’s face.

"My wife," he said, voice soft, "I’ll tell you a secret, okay?"

"A secret?"

"Mn." Xavier nodded. "More than just rest and energy, the reason we’re stopping early... is because of the lingering scent."

"...Huh?"

Xavier paused, briefly glancing at the ceiling as he searched for the right words.

"My love, sex has a unique scent."

Luca blinked. "What?"

"You know how most people have a unique scent to them? And for the likes of the Orcs, that’s something even more obvious to them."

"Yes...?"

"Now, when people engage in what we just did earlier, they tend to rub off on each other. Sometimes it results in a rather unique combination, or sometimes they start smelling like each other in a way that’s different from just using the same bath products."

Luca sat up straight on his husband’s lap, looking all interested and partially panicked.

"D-does it smell bad?"

"No," Xavier said immediately. "Not unless there’s something wrong that needs professional attention. Normally, no."

"But it tends to be distinct even after cleaning up."

He leaned closer, his voice lowering near Luca’s ear.

"And for people with heightened senses... it’d even be more obvious. A bit hard to ignore..."

"Ignore how you now smell like me. And how I have your scent on me. And it’s especially true when we finish on each other," Xavier whispered into his wife’s ear, and Luca’s eyes widened with a blush.

"...Really?" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Surprisingly or maybe unsurprisingly, he didn’t look disturbed.

Just shy.

And maybe a little too pleased.

Xavier, who really should’ve expected that, kissed his forehead again.

"Do you not like me smelling like you?" Luca asked, genuinely curious now, searching his expression.

Xavier rested their foreheads together, his voice soft.

"If I had it my way, we’d share a scent every day."

A pause.

"But everyone else?" he added lightly. "Maybe not so much."

"Oh."

A beat.

"OHHH!"

Xavier nodded.

It seemed like his little wife finally understood why he was holding back, even when they’d been handed such an... unexpected opportunity earlier, thanks to a broken door.

Of course, doing more would have been great, but at this point, who was he to be greedy?

And so, between shared kisses and shared warmth, their night—or rather, dawn—settled into something calm. Peaceful. Satisfying in a quieter way.

That is—

Until breakfast.

Because Luca, the very innocent baby that he was, walked in, took one look around, and suddenly screeched:

"Brother! Wow! You really smell like Kyle!"

"..."

"..."

Yep.

He went there.

Lordt.