CHAPTER 587: A FIRST FROM ABOVE

The wolf had already praised him once for the suit’s improvements, but now his voice was low and coaxing, full of pride as his fingers worked deliberately inside Luca’s behind.

"You really did reinforce it well," Xavier murmured as he stretched him slowly, easing his way deeper while watching his wife’s face twist in shy pleasure. "Earlier, when I moved your arms and legs everywhere, you were much more flexible than before."

"X-Xavier," Luca gasped, his hands clutching the quilt under him as his body tightened helplessly. Talking felt impossible, but the wolf’s calm tone demanded a response.

"It’s true," the prince continued as if they were having a normal conversation at the dinner table. His azure eyes gleamed with amusement. "See here—this design change makes everything easier. And the convenience of a snap button opening..."

He tugged at the inner layer, showing how the snap buttons closest to Luca’s skin came apart with ease. And how he appreciated it earlier when he first opened it.

"The protective overlapping layer that zipped neatly in the front is thoughtful. Were you concerned about anyone having an accident? Or was it so that it would be easier like this?" asked Xavier, whose fingers were pressing, curling, and stretching Luca’s hole with unbearable care.

"...Mn." Moaned Luca, who was desperately trying to process what Xavier was praising him for.

Then it clicked, albeit belatedly, and Luca’s face went crimson. "I—I didn’t make it for this purpose!"

Xavier paused just long enough to smirk, leaning forward until his hair brushed Luca’s cheeks. "And why would it be a problem if you did? Or if you made it so we could use it like this?"

The words hit him like a lightning strike. Luca’s breath hitched, eyes wide as he met that striking gaze boring down into him. He wanted to look away, but the prince slowed his motions inside him, deliberately making every press of his fingers all the more pronounced.

"Your sexual needs are not something you should be embarrassed about," Xavier whispered against his ear. "Especially not in front of me. Not when I want to learn every bit of it so I can please you in the best way."

Then the wolfish prince showed exactly what he meant.

He curved his fingers just so, teasing Luca’s most sensitive spot in rhythmic strokes, the pace steady but relentless. Luca’s thighs trembled, spreading wider of their own accord, his hips jerking up despite himself.

"Ah—ahh, Xavier, I—"

The pleasure was too much. Too consuming. His back arched sharply, his arms flailed before grabbing desperately at the sheets, and then it happened. His release tore through him without warning, the suit tightening around his spasming body as his moans spilled raw and helpless.

For a long, breathless moment, Luca could only lie there stunned, chest heaving, mind blank with shock that he had actually finished like this.

Warm lips pressed against his thighs, soft and grounding, as Xavier kissed the trembling muscles. His large hands massaged gently along Luca’s calves and thighs, coaxing the tension out as if soothing a frightened creature.

"You did so well," Xavier murmured.

Luca could only huff and puff, dazed, his cheeks pinker than ever. After a while, he groaned softly, rubbing his face with both hands as though trying to hide inside them. But when he peeked out again, his shy boldness returned. He raised his arms, reaching for the prince with a tremble.

"I... I want a kiss," he whispered, lips quivering even as Xavier indulged him.

Luca’s mind had been filled with Xavier and how Xavier made him feel.

He felt like he was burning, floating, but at the same time, he felt deeply adored. And that thought alone made him pause, because even if Xavier kept saying he was satisfied with this reward, it didn’t feel right to Luca.

Not when he had been the one on the receiving end the entire time.

He fidgeted against the sheets, staring at the prince’s face above him. Then, remembering Xavier’s words about openness—about how he should tell him whenever he was unsure—Luca gathered his courage.

"Is there... is there any way I could really reward you?" His voice was small, but the conviction behind it shone. "Something I can actually give?"

For a long moment they just looked at each other. Then Xavier’s eyes softened, and his lips curled into the faintest smile. "There is something I can think of right now."

Luca’s heart skipped. "Really?!"

The wolf chuckled at that eager spark, brushing a thumb over his little wife’s cheek. "Really. And we could try it if you’re interested."

Embarrassment surged through Luca’s already overheated body, but he still nodded. His face was flushed crimson, yet the nod came steady.

Which was why he was utterly startled when the prince, who had been lying at his side, suddenly shifted, pulling Luca on top of him until Luca found himself straddling the broad plane of Xavier’s body.

"Huh?"

"Like this," Xavier murmured, his voice low, coaxing. "Could you reward me like this?"

"???"

The little guide blinked, confused—until the wolf adjusted him further, guiding him upright so that Luca was sitting on Xavier’s bare thighs.

It took a beat before Luca understood. His eyes widened when he realized what was pressed so close beneath him, hard and unyielding.

By the time he caught up, he was already facing Xavier directly, seated astride him and staring at his husband’s very obvious arousal.

His face turned scarlet. It had been a while since he’d actually seen it. And seeing it now—up close like this—made his stomach twist with something hot and nervous.

"Are you truly alright with this?" Xavier asked, voice steady but eyes watchful, waiting for any hesitation.

Luca swallowed hard, then nodded quickly. "Yes." He was. He really was. Especially since he had made up his mind.

The prince’s lips curved in satisfaction. He reached to the side, retrieving the lube, and placed it in Luca’s trembling hands. "Then... help me prepare."

That was when Luca learned just how dangerous this so-called reward could be.

His slender fingers shook as he coated them, and then, hesitantly, he reached down to touch Xavier. The moment his palm wrapped around him, both of them twitched.

"Ah—" Luca almost pulled back in panic, but Xavier’s hand covered his, steadying him. "Slowly. It’s alright."

So he tried again. Stroking. Coating. Feeling the firmness shift against his touch. His cheeks burned hotter as he realized how big it felt in his hands.

Every time he moved, Xavier’s breath grew heavier, and Luca’s heart thundered wildly at the sight of his usually composed husband losing that calm.

It mesmerized him.

His strokes grew steadier, then bolder. He couldn’t stop staring—at Xavier’s clenched jaw, at the way his chest rose and fell, and at the way his wolfish prince looked so undone under his touch.

Luca realized, suddenly, why Xavier liked doing things to him. Because seeing someone unravel like this was overwhelming. Overwhelmingly fulfilling.

"Luca," Xavier hissed, his hips jerking slightly despite himself. He was close. Too close.

The guide froze, panic flashing in his eyes. "D-did I do something wrong?"

"No," Xavier managed, gripping his wrist gently to halt his movements. "Quite the opposite. Which is why..."

Luca tilted his head, still confused. "...Why?"

"Because I don’t want to finish like this." Xavier’s eyes burned into his, and then he said something that made Luca’s brain blank entirely.

"Luca, can we do it like this?"

"Sorry, what?"

"Please sit on me."

Silence.

The words rang in his ears as if the entire room had echoed them back at him. Luca’s mouth fell open. His whole body went stiff. "You—you what?!"

Before he could spiral, Xavier kissed his forehead softly and guided him, shifting his thighs apart and positioning him carefully.

"Like this, my love. If you sit on me, you’ll have more control. You’ll feel safer setting the pace."

Luca’s heart pounded so loud he was sure Xavier could hear it. His hands fluttered nervously over Xavier’s chest as he stammered, "W-will it really be fine like this?"

The wolf’s large hand rubbed his back in reassurance. "More than fine. Take it easy. Slowly. You’ll see—you’re the one in control this way."

But when Luca finally began to lower himself onto him, trembling with nerves, he immediately realized something.

The word "fine" wasn’t nearly enough.

Not for this.

Not for how much his body jolted at the first stretch. Not for the way Xavier’s gaze locked onto him with such intensity that Luca felt entirely bare, body and soul.

Not for how utterly, overwhelmingly real this was.