Chapter 55: Why did it feel so good?

Lorcan spread Oisín’s legs wider and moved deeper into him. He began moving quickly, his hips hitting Oisín again and again. Oisín gripped the bedsheets tightly and breathed fast. The strong feeling made his whole body shake.

Lorcan bent over him, pressing his chest against Oisín’s back as he moved harder. He kept moving quickly, pulling back almost completely before pushing forward again. The sounds of their bodies filled the room. Oisín could not stop himself from making soft sounds of pleasure. Every movement sent a wave of heat through his body.

Lorcan reached under Oisín and held him, moving his hand at the same speed as his hips. Oisín’s hips suddenly jerked. He was already close to his limit, but Lorcan did not slow down. He kept moving quickly and deeply, breathing hard against the back of Oisín’s neck. The strong smell of semen filled the room.

"Do not stop," Oisín said in a rough voice.

Lorcan continued, moving harder and pressing Oisín against the bed each time. Oisín reached his peak first. His body shook as a weak cry escaped his lips, and his body tightened around Lorcan.

Lorcan pushed in deeply one last time before reaching his own peak. He let out a low groan against Oisín’s skin.

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The Third Prince was much gentler than Oisín had expected, and military personnels were used to enduring pain. It would not be so bad.

...But...

...Why did it feel so good?

Their first time had been rushed. Lorcan had been half asleep and confused, while Oisín had not known what to do. In the end, he had forced things to happen. Neither of them had felt comfortable.

But this time was different.

Sensitivity to natural scents affected both sides. Without enough of it, the body felt terrible, almost like having a high fever. But once the body received enough, the mind slowly calmed down. Even old, hidden pain began to fade. The body and mind felt light and relaxed, as if floating on clouds. Every muscle felt warm and loose.

Oisín could barely lift his hand.

The discomfort inside him had finally disappeared, and his aching muscles had relaxed. At last, he had received enough of Lorcan’s natural scent.

They stayed like that for a moment, both breathing hard and still shaking. Then Lorcan slowly pulled away and lay on his back, letting out a yawn.

’It was supposed to be a simple meal, but it had ended like this. The Zerg were such a troublesome race,’ he thought. Now he felt sleepy.

Hearing him, Oisín turned to look at him. The Third Prince lay beside him with his eyes half closed. His delicate face made him look gentle and harmless. He gave a small yawn, looking very sleepy.

"Your Highness..." Oisín called softly.

His voice was gentle, but Lorcan did not feel like talking. He pulled the blanket over himself, rested his head on the soft pillow, and mumbled, "I am going to sleep."

He reached out to turn off the light. Before falling asleep, he made sure to leave part of the blanket for Oisín.

The blanket was still warm, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of citrus.

In the dark room, Oisín turned to look at Lorcan. The Third Prince was breathing softly, his face peaceful. His smooth black hair fell across his face, making him look as if he were already asleep.

Oisín watched him for a moment before reaching out to gently touch his cheek. His fingers brushed against it as lightly as a dragonfly touching the water. He quickly pulled his hand away as if he had been burned. Then he lowered his eyes and remained still for a long time.

The night passed without any dreams.

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Early the next morning, a call on Lorcan’s light brain woke him up.

He reached blindly toward the bedside. A hand picked up the device and attached it to his wrist.

"Your Highness, your mother is calling."

Lorcan opened his eyes and saw Admiral Doherty’s serious face on the screen. Beside the bed, Oisín was already taking out clothes, ready to help Lorcan dress like a good butler.

Lorcan was not so helpless that he needed someone to dress him. He waved Oisín away, walked onto the balcony, and answered the call.

"Mother?"

The Admiral sighed. "You are still in bed at this hour, Fionn. Your daily routine is becoming stranger and stranger. This is not good for your health."

Lorcan laughed awkwardly.

Being a streamer meant working at unusual hours.

They exchanged a few polite words. The Admiral looked around the room, and her eyes stopped briefly when she saw the bed. Before she could say anything, Lorcan moved to the side, blocking part of her view. She hesitated but finally said nothing.

"Come over later. We need to discuss the details of your coming-of-age ceremony."

The Third Prince had only recently come of age. His ceremony would take place in three months, when the Zerg Emperor would personally give him a territory and a title.

After ending the call, Lorcan returned to the bedroom. Oisín was already dressed, with his uniform sash neatly arranged. He was carrying a tray of breakfast.

He seemed determined to compete with the butler for the job of serving Lorcan.

Lorcan was not used to having someone serve him breakfast. The silver-haired Major General stood before him with a smile.

"Good morning, Third Prince. Did you sleep well last night?"

Lorcan yawned. "Good morning, Major General Oisín. Thanks to you, I slept very well."

Oisín replied, "It is my honour."

The untidy Iris Major General from the night before seemed to have disappeared. He had returned to his usual cool and beautiful self. He served breakfast with perfect manners and even matched Lorcan’s eating speed.

When Lorcan finished eating and prepared to visit the Admiral’s home, Oisín stepped forward to help him put on his coat and tie his scarf. He stood very close, almost touching Lorcan, while carefully watching his reaction. When he saw that Lorcan did not seem uncomfortable, the smile in his eyes grew warmer.

Suddenly, Oisín bent down. "May I have a good morning kiss, Your Highness?"

Lorcan thought about it for a moment. After what had happened the previous night, one more kiss did not seem like a big deal. He rose onto his toes and gently kissed Oisín on the cheek.

"Here is your good morning kiss."

The kiss carried Lorcan’s natural scent, making Oisín’s cheek feel slightly warm. Oisín paused briefly while tying the scarf, then asked casually, "May I ask for one more thing?"

Lorcan nodded slightly. "Go ahead."

In the novel, Oisín had been as cold and sharp as a knife. He rarely spoke. So why was he making one request after another now?

Oisín bent down to straighten Lorcan’s collar. Then he whispered so quietly that Lorcan could barely hear him.

"Will the Third Prince marry me?"

Oisín would never normally ask such a question. Perhaps it was because of the closeness and kindness they had shared the night before. Or perhaps it was because Lorcan had protected him in front of the Admiral. Whatever the reason, the question had slipped out before he could stop himself.

After all, he had approached the Third Prince in the first place because he wanted to marry him and receive a pardon.

Lorcan paused, his thoughts racing.

In the original novel, they did get married, but not at this point in the story. There was still a long way to go, so Lorcan could not easily agree to marry him now.

His hesitation was clear, and Oisín noticed it immediately. Oisín gave a bitter laugh but quickly hid it behind a polite smile, pretending nothing was wrong.

"Your Highness, you do not need to worry. If you have not made up your mind, I..."

"Oisín," Lorcan interrupted.

He raised his bright, clear eyes, looking more serious than usual.

"Of course the Third Prince will marry you, but not now."

Not now?

Oisín’s hand tightened inside his sleeve, but his face remained calm.

"Then when?"

Waiting too long could cause problems. The Third Prince was a royal heir, and many people wanted to marry him. Besides, males could easily change their minds about their feelings. If Oisín could not get a promise after spending a night with him, getting one later might be even harder.

Lorcan thought for a moment before answering.

"Two months from now."

That was what happened in the original novel. It was a scene he had to follow.

Oisín’s brow twitched.

His day of judgment was also two months away.