A dark, smoldering desire flickered through Killian's gaze as he looked Rosha over slowly, like a beast that had cornered its prey.

"I'll teach you. This is how it's done."

"Huh? Oh! W, wait a moment..."

Killian took hold of Rosha's hand, soft and pliant with no resistance, and guided it downward. It was quite a contrast to Killian's own hand, rough and blunt from years of gripping a sword, covered in old small scars and calluses.

"Killian, ugh..."

Rosha tried urgently to pull his caught hand free, but Killian would not let go. His hand was helplessly led until it made contact with Killian's penis and flinched. Killian overlapped his hand with Rosha's and made him close his fingers around his cock.

Wet, slick, slick...

Slender fingers were made to slide without hesitation over the thick shaft by a will not their own. The thin fluid beading at the tip wet the overlapping fingers of both of them and produced an obscene sound of friction. The pulse of veins beating roughly was transmitted fully through the soft skin of the palm.

"Ah. Oh, it's so, so hot..."

The slick, fleshy thing was truly hard and hot. It was a strange feeling. Rosha's eyes wavered with confusion, everything so utterly foreign to him. His heart pounded as though it would burst.

Killian kept his gaze fixed on Rosha, who was so much smaller than him, then pressed his cheek against the side of Rosha's head and let out a low, satisfied breath. Each time the arm Killian had braced against the wall tensed, the veins in his forearm stood out.

"Ha... Your Highness. Here, stroke a little more. Feels good."

"Ki, Killian. This is strange. Something like this..."

The trailing end of Rosha's voice finally broke, going wet.

His heart felt like it would burst. His face was flushed and his breath was short, and inside his trousers things were swelling and tight, and the inside of his thighs was slick. Feeling as though his body was beyond his control, Rosha whimpered like a lost child.

"Ngh, ha..."

Killian's breathing turned rough all at once and fell heavily. His penis twitched in the palm of Rosha's hand and began to spill thick semen. The white fluid poured out and dripped down Rosha's pale wrist.

Rosha stared blankly down at the strange traces soaking his hand. When his fingers twitched and separated slightly, the semen stretched like a thread between Killian's cock and Rosha's hand with a sticky, obscene sound.

Rosha watched with fearful eyes as Killian's member showed no sign of subsiding even after having just come, and blinked slowly.

Killian released him, and Rosha quietly withdrew his hand and fidgeted with it without thinking. He could feel vividly the texture of the semen, viscous and thick and heavy.

"Would Your Highness like to try?"

"...What?"

"Now that you've properly come of age, you should know how to masturbate."

Rosha's startled eyelids, trembling finely, lifted. The violet eyes hidden beneath them were endlessly unguarded and innocent.

"I'll help you. I received help too, after all."

"Oh. No, hey. I... No, stop!"

Killian turned his hand back-side down and pushed it in, squeezing and kneading the visibly swollen front of Rosha's trousers, and Rosha startled violently and tried to stop him. He was suddenly terrified of being found out that he had a female sex.

He was struggling to pull the hand away, trembling like a newborn fawn, when Killian's voice fell quietly.

"Why?"

"Please, Killian..."

"What's wrong with it."

At the shameless, infuriating question, Rosha blinked his eyes, shimmering with tears. He felt hurt and upset that Killian did not seem to understand how difficult this was for him.

"You, you and I are friends, and... and..."

"And?"

"..."

"Because you have a vagina?"

His eyes flew wide open in an instant, shaken with alarm. Rosha hesitated, then looked at Killian sidelong with an expression that could not hide his mortification.

"How... how did you know..."

"It happened somehow. I've known."

His tone was one of someone who found it no great matter at this point.

"Then since when?"

Rosha, in shock, went pale. He no longer knew whether he should feel betrayed that Killian had been pretending not to know all this time, or relieved that Killian had known his secret all along and yet nothing had been different.

Killian moved his hand again. He kneaded and pressed against the swollen front of Rosha's trousers, and the face that had gone pale flushed hot and red once more.

"Ah... wait, mm."

A faint tremor ran down his spine and Rosha's body shook intermittently. The strength left his knees and his body, leaning against the wall, began to slide down.

Killian pushed his thigh between Rosha's legs to support him and drew his penis out from inside his trousers. It was a flushed peach color, quite different from Killian's.

"Hhh..."

When Killian's rough bare hand made contact with the cock, Rosha, who had been gasping, let out a small sob. The touch was so hot it felt like being burned.

"Ha, hic... Killian, ugh, stop..."

"Rosha."

A soft voice fell, clear enough to make the back of his neck prickle.

"Look at me."

Rosha, who had been panting and whimpering, was pulled by that voice and lifted his head to meet his eyes. Killian always used formal address, but sometimes, like this, when he let it slip and called him by name, his heartbeat would stutter.

Killian swept Rosha's disheveled golden hair back and gripped the back of his head, then pressed their lips together. Rosha flinched at the unfamiliar sensation of something soft touching his lips and clutched Killian's collar as though clinging to him.

Then a soft, wet tongue parted his lips and entered, moving against the inside of his mouth. The tongue that had been tracing the delicate inner membrane caught Rosha's tongue, which was twitching awkwardly.

The sensation of his mouth being filled, combined with the hand that relentlessly worked his penis, drained the strength from his body.

"Why..."

Why on earth was Killian doing this to him. Wasn't this something only people in a romantic relationship did? Had he been mistaken all along? Rosha's mind was too confused to do anything but be pulled along wherever Killian led.

"Ah, hh...!"

Suddenly Killian pressed his thumb firmly against the smooth head and rubbed, and Rosha's hips jerked violently. A breath escaped between their parted lips.

At the same time Killian began stroking the cock roughly and fast, and the climax that struck his mind made his breath come in broken bursts.

The strength left Rosha's body and he let his head fall against Killian's chest, shoulders trembling.

"St, stop, ah! Strange, it's strange, Killian...!"

"Strange how?"

"I'm, I'm going to come, ah, I'm going to wet myself, ah, it's coming out, ahh, ugh... ...!"

His mind was buzzing and his vision was flashing with overwhelming sensation, and Rosha, shaking his head frantically because it was too much, gripped Killian's clothes hard enough to tear them, and then his body convulsed in small, repeated spasms.

A thin, wet sound.

A thick stream of semen poured long from Rosha's round urethral opening. For Rosha, who had never even had a wet dream, it was the first ejaculation of his life.

"Ha... ha, ah..."

Rosha gasped roughly, and gradually the tension left his shoulders as he lifted his head from Killian's chest.

After the intense pleasure he had experienced for the first time, a pleasant languor washed over him, but that lasted only a moment before embarrassment came flooding in.

Rosha shed tears drop by drop and sniffled.

"Hic, it's, it's because of you... I wet myself..."

"Look carefully, Your Highness. This isn't urine."

Killian brought his soaked hand close, and Rosha, startled, quietly looked it over with his eyes.

Indeed, his hand was not wet with a yellow, foul-smelling liquid but with a pale, thick one.

"It doesn't smell like piss either. Because it's not urine."

"...Mm, mm-hm."

"This is the fluid that comes out when it feels good."

Just like what I did earlier. The words Killian added came through with unusual clarity.

Rosha stared blankly at the traces he had spilled and blinked slowly. Then Killian pointedly put his wet fingers to his lips and sucked them clean, and lowered his hand again.

His fingers went inside Rosha's trousers and kneaded and pressed at the testicles, then moved lower, touching the hidden, hollow entrance concealed beneath.

"...!"

Rosha felt in an instant the reality of one finger entering the wet, slick inner lips of his vagina and moving there, and felt a sudden surge of fear.

Without thinking, he reached out and struck Killian across the face.

"Stop it! You lunatic!"

It was quite a hard blow. Killian turned his head with the force of it and stepped back without resistance, and Rosha glared at him with tears in his eyes.

"You... you're awful!"

Shedding tears one after another, Rosha gathered his clothes and fled in a panic. The door slammed shut behind him, and a heavy silence settled in its wake.

Killian felt the air go cold and slowly pressed his hand to his own cheek, which had gone red from the strike.

There was a faint taste of blood in his mouth where something had split inside. Even so, his gaze, sunk and murky, kept chasing persistently after the lingering image of Rosha who had run away.

"A lunatic... so you've only just realized."

A quiet murmur slipped from the corner of Killian's lips.

"I've been mad about you all along. Since a very long time ago."

The hollow words to himself reached no one and scattered away, pointlessly.

* * *

Rosha did not leave his room all day for fear of running into Killian. Instead of going down to the dining hall for dinner, he had it brought to his room and ate without much thought.

The original plan for today had been to play with Killian until night and celebrate coming of age together, but of all people, Killian had ruined everything. A once-in-a-lifetime coming-of-age ceremony that should have been a blessing had become the worst day of his life.

At first he was so sad and angry about that. A little later, the memory of having hit Killian kept coming back to him in fragments and he felt sorry.

Bedtime came, but Rosha could not fall asleep easily and tossed and turned. When night fell, the memory of reaching climax by Killian's hand kept surfacing, and the urge to feel that sensation again came over him. That felt unfair.

"This is all Killian's fault."

Rosha tossed under the covers and sniffled. His cock was half-swollen in an uncomfortable way, and the inside of his vagina, where Killian's hand had briefly touched, was hot and aching and kept drawing his attention.

Since what had happened earlier that day, his body felt strange.

"Hic, mm..."

The more he moved his body, the more heated he became, and he could not sleep. In the end, Rosha, who had been struggling, lifted the covers slightly and looked down at himself. His cock was pushing painfully against the fabric of his trousers, the swollen shape visible.