Asher felt very weird. It was his first time feeling like that. His whole body gave off a feeling like standing on fire, his legs trembling.
'Wh-what is going o-on?'
Asher's mind was going blank. Even when he saw the duke's offended expression, he still ran back to him and hugged him tightly. Standing so close, the heat rising through his body didn't annoy him anymore. He needed to stay close to him.
"You! What are you? How is that scent-!?"
Before the duke could continue, Asher fell to the ground, panting and crying helplessly.
"Agh! I don't know! Please don't ask me! It's all because of you! Hng!"
The duke blamed Asher while Asher also did the same, putting the blame on the duke. If only he didn't call him there and got so close, maybe nothing would have happened.
Both of them stared at each other eyes filled with hatred, but slowly gave up blaming each other.
"You get out!"
The duke tried to pull Asher up but he didn't even move as he shook off his arm, glaring at the door.
"I can't! My legs can't stand!"
Asher was so annoyed with the discomfort and the weird sensation in his lower body. It was not right! Something like this was totally unexpected...
"Tsk! Then do anything you want! Don't come near me!"
The duke couldn't find that comfort from his scent anymore. That scent was even stronger than how he felt during those periods. He knew he would not care about Asher's gender and would only find relief if he were to lose control.
He didn't want to do that. With a man...Nah! He would never.
At least that's what he thought.
But how could he resist when Asher also wanted him and the duke never thought about pushing Asher out of the room by force? Why did he not just throw him out of his room? Because…He wished Asher's scent would soon become calming. He waited for that moment. But…
Even though he got into the bed trying to close his eyes and get some sleep at least by coincidence, it didn't happen.
Asher was not in his right mind at that moment. He crawled to the bed, getting on there, trying to share the temperature and get some coolness to his heating-up body.
'Am I having a fever? But...I had never felt like this while having a fever before. This...is weird. I...fuck! This is too shameful!'
The new but very weird sensation that appeared in his lower body made him go mad. He wanted to take all of his clothes and...
'Fuck! What the hell is happening?!'
Since the duke suddenly saw Asher as a threat, no matter how Asher tried to find that comfort, he couldn't get it. The duke yelled at him to get out but he had no energy. He just couldn't even stand up. And he didn't want to even try.
Both Asher and the duke panted as they were immersed in their own desires, but not willing to find comfort from each other.
However, as time passed, the duke couldn't endure it anymore. Maybe because he knew he had got someone to help him, he didn't want to endure it. Since Asher was already there, why just keep their distance? He could use this chance to find out what is so special about him too.
If Asher was really there to rebel, then he would take care of it, the next morning. But at that moment, he just wanted some relief before he would go mad.
"Tsk! Hey! Come here."
The duke called Asher to come closer to him. Both of them were already on the bed and there was only a thin line separating them. However, upon finally seeing the duke was giving in, Asher didn't hesitate anymore. He shamelessly shoved his whole body into the arms of the duke and curled up in his arms.
Felix did not find it annoying. It's just...they were not familiar and sleeping like that gave him a bad feeling. He couldn't trust anyone as everyone wished he would die soon. So, that was the only reason he would think of Asher as a threat but...he didn't keep thinking that way.
As long as Asher could become his relief, he would keep Asher even if he was there to kill him.
The scent was provoking but at the same time, he got used to that intense scent and didn't feel much affected. But it was not comforting anymore either. Still, he hoped it would soon become that gentle and soothing scent within minutes.
After suffering for years, he wasn't ready to let go of the first comfort he found. He must hold onto this comfort…
Both of them awkwardly stayed in each other's embraces for almost half an hour, until Asher suddenly felt something was wrong and failed to hold on. It was just weird and he couldn't endure it. It's annoying and his whole body was burning hot.
'Ah? Why do my pants feel wet?'
Asher was terrified to feel that wet feeling. Did he perhaps pee on himself? Fuck, no way! He was not that careless. Then...
He peeked at the duke and saw he was not looking his way. So he quickly glanced at his pants, only to find out the back was totally wet with some slick.
'Ew!The fuck!?'
Asher was horrified and so disgusted that he jumped up, trying to leave the room no matter what. He must change clothes. Maybe it might help him feel better. Take a bath, fresh clothes, and a peaceful sleep...
However, the duke didn't let go of him.
Both of them angrily stared at each other starting an argument.
Asher really had no gut to even give a glare to the duke. But in the end, he ended up yelling at him.
He himself was surprised if he suddenly went crazy.
"Just let go of me! I need to go out!"
Asher struggled to get rid of his grip, but the duke also tightened his grip as he didn't want to let go of him.
"Hng! Just l-?"
After struggling for a while, no one noticed how close they had gotten and Asher was already on the top of the duke. Still, the duke had Asher's wrist in his grip.
Awkward, Asher tried to get off but suddenly felt something hard poking his back.
His pants were wet and because of that, he felt it even closer as if his pants weren't blocking that thing and his skin.
Asher was embarrassed but only to see the duke also showing embarrassment.
"It's not because of you. It happens from time to time when I get sick. Your scent kind of calms me down. But not anymore, it's intense."
The duke immediately went for an explanation which calmed down Asher. Not because of the reason, but because he at least thought of explaining.
"Oh!"
Asher said, but then he went speechless upon what the duke said next.
"It's normal for me. But how are you gonna explain this?"
The double pointed his finger at Asher's bulging pants and asked teasefully. He sure was waiting to make him lose face.
"...It's not because of you! It's just...just...I guess I also got sick from staying close to you."
Asher actually didn't mean it that serious way but it really made some sense. The duke and Asher stared at each other until the duke pushed Asher to the bed, smirking at Asher's shocked face.
"Then why don't I help you, huh?"
Asher almost went crazy. What was that guy planning? Make him embarrassed? Asher struggled but couldn't refuse the touches around his body as it cooled him down.
However, Asher knew something was really really wrong.
Like the duke liked his scent, he liked the duke's touch. It was not that he liked it, but it was what was able to calm him down. But also made him impatient for more at the same time.
What was he supposed to do?
How was he gonna deal with this sudden weird situation?
Asher's mind was full of questions but his mind went blank when the duke pulled out his pants, his palm touching his flat stomach, his eyes filled with lust.
"Listen Asher, since both of us are in trouble, why don't we help each other? What do you say?"