CHAPTER 142: FIRST ATTEMPT

Sylas widened his eyes when Kai stood up and insisted on taking off his clothes. His courage surprised him. For a moment he froze, his heart pounding as he realized Kai was really trying to be more aggressive.

"Kai... wait..." he whispered almost inaudibly. His hand reached out, trying to stop Kai gently. "Not like this, Kai." His voice hardened, and then he wrapped his wrist around Kai’s to prevent him from removing his clothes.

Sylas swallowed hard when he saw the uncontrollable desire in his partner’s eyes. Kai’s body was tense, as if ready to accept anything from him. He realized that this was probably what Kai wanted from him, aggressive sex without limits. His tongue unconsciously moistened his lower lip, his voice dropping lower.

A long sigh escaped his lips, his eyes reflecting a mixture of tenderness and frustration. Sylas released his grip on Kai’s wrist and then ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"Kai... I don’t want to take advantage of you." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, staring deeply into his partner’s eyes. "I want our intimacy to be mutual and consensual, not driven by the false idea that I need aggression or force."

"Master... Sylas, I don’t feel forced. Please, use me," Kai said softly.

Sylas’s eyes widened when Kai suddenly began to undress. His heart was pounding, his body tense with surprise. For a moment he was silent, his eyes fixed intensely on the increasingly exposed Kai.

"...Kai," he whispered hoarsely. "Stop." His hand reached for Kai’s wrist again, more urgently this time. "I said no." This time his voice was firm, almost commanding, mixed with growing worry and frustration.

Kai risked everything. He might make Sylas angry, but he wanted to prove that he could satisfy him. He took off all his clothes and lowered his body.

Sylas gasped when he saw Kai kneeling beside the sofa, completely naked and submissive. His mind was spinning, torn between love and his desire to stay in control. His fingers gripped Kai’s wrist tightly, feeling the warm skin beneath his grasp.

"Stand up," he commanded tensely. "Stand up and put your clothes back on." But his eyes remained fixed on that beautiful body. "Now!" His voice harsh.

Kai was shocked by the sharp tone. Sylas really didn’t want to have sex with him, even though he had been aggressive. The rejection broke his heart.

He put his clothes back on, bowed his head, and cried silently, hiding his tears.

As Kai cried quietly while dressing, Sylas’s heart broke. He felt like a monster for making him cry when all he wanted was to protect their dignity and principles. He stood up suddenly and walked closer to Kai with his fists clenched.

"Oh, Kai... I don’t mean to hurt you. Please... don’t cry. We will have time to do this kind of thing."

Hearing the man’s gentleness only made Kai unable to hold back his tears. He cried uncontrollably, but he covered his face with his arms. He was afraid Sylas would hate him if he cried like a child.

Kai’s crying shattered what little control Sylas had left. He grabbed Kai’s hand and fell to his knees beside the sofa, in front of him. He gently pulled Kai’s arms away from his face, revealing wet cheeks and swollen eyes.

"No, no, no," he whispered haltingly, then pulled the body into his embrace. "Don’t cry, Kai. Please, don’t cry." He rocked him gently, feeling Kai’s tears soak his clothes. "I’m sorry..."

The tear-stained face that remained so steadfast broke Sylas’s resolve. He knew he had refused again and again, trying to explain that this wasn’t what he wanted. But seeing Kai still crying, still longing for his touch, broke his heart. He gave in.

"All right," he hissed, his voice trembling with guilt and frustration. "We’ll do it slowly, okay?"

Kai stared at Sylas with wide eyes when he heard those words. Was Sylas really accepting him?

The surprise and hope in Kai’s eyes pierced Sylas’s heart. He knew this was wrong, but he couldn’t bear to see him cry anymore. He pulled Kai into a rough kiss, trying to stop the crying and desperate pleas.

"Don’t cry again," he whispered against Kai’s lips. His hands gently gripped Kai’s hair as the kiss grew more intense, trying to give him what he wanted.

He lifted Kai’s body onto the bed and laid him down. For a moment, he just stood beside the bed, staring at Kai, who looked resigned.

Even though he was now the young king, nearly 24 years old, he had never actually had sex with anyone. And that made him nervous.

He had received sex education, but it was for women and men. He didn’t know if he could use that knowledge with Kai.

He unconsciously removed Kai’s clothes as his mind wandered, until the young man’s body was exposed in front of him.

Sylas took a deep breath. "I might disappoint you, but let’s just try," he said, burying his face in Kai’s neck.

Kai held his breath, feeling Sylas’ warm breath. It tickled.

Sylas took off his pants. "I think you have to lie on your stomach, Kai."

Kai obeyed. He felt strange about Sylas’s attitude. So far, his trainers and masters had never hesitated or had a problem to touch him. They didn’t care if he was in pain. But Sylas seemed nervous.

Sylas remembered the lubricant Vlad had shown him before. He should have accepted it. Now he was confused because he couldn’t insert himself into Kai. Kai’s body tensed repeatedly, and he knew the young man was in pain but was holding back from making a sound.

Kai’s body trembled in pain. He didn’t understand why Sylas wasn’t using saliva to wet him. But he didn’t dare to speak and just gave in.

Sylas stopped, looking at Kai’s tense and trembling body. He felt his face flush with embarrassment because of his lack of experience. "Well, Kai. Looks like we’ll have to try again tomorrow."