Chapter 76.1

Kevin stepped back slightly, his eyes widening as he gazed up at Oswald with a seductive smile. "It's just a sip of wine," he said. "When will you change your mind about vengeance?"

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken desire. Kevin's eyes were shady and burning, and his breath was hot on Oswald's cheek.

Oswald's lips curled into a smirk. "It can't be changed," he said, his voice low and husky. "But I'm willing to make a small concession."

He leaned in, his lips parting in anticipation. The smoky wine aroma that lingered on Kevin's breath was intoxicating, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

Slowly, he brushed his lips against Kevin's, savoring the taste of the wine and the warmth of Kevin's skin. "The taste is better than I imagined," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

With that said, he leaned over, his lips a whisper away from Kevin's. Kevin held his breath, anticipation thrumming through his veins.

Then, the touch came: a feather-light brush of lips, so soft it was almost a tease. Kevin shivered, his body responding to the touch with a jolt of desire.

He lingered for a moment, savoring the taste of Kevin's lips, before pulling away and brushing his thumb across Kevin's bottom lip. "Just a taste," he whispered.

"You...you scoundrel...what on earth are you saying?" Kevin's emotions were in turmoil, caught between wanting to burst into laughter and succumbing to tears. He turned his head away and took a step back.

Despite his own reluctance, Oswald felt an irresistible surge of excitement from their conversation. He finally tore his gaze away from the corner of Kevin's mouth after stealing two quick pecks.

Then, he gently nibbled on Kevin's upper lip with his teeth and grazed it slowly with the tip of his tongue.

It was as if he wanted to savor every inch of Kevin, searching for the sweet and sinful taste that lingered on his lips. The constant entanglement felt like a hook, irritating yet alluring.

A faint scent of alcohol hung in the air between their entwined lips, and when Oswald's tongue brushed against the tip of Kevin's, it sent a thrilling current down his spine.

His heart seemed to constrict, causing a slight tremor to course through his body.

Someone had pulled the covers off the two adjacent fires, leaving only one final flickering flame.

The room suddenly plunged into darkness as the flames were extinguished, casting eerie shadows that danced across the space.

Those shadows seemed to twist and intertwine, occasionally quivering with the same rhythm as their tongues.

They hadn't noticed when it had started raining outside, but now the sound of water dripping from the roof permeated the air.

It flowed along the edges of the porch, seeping through cracks in the closed windows, creating a damp and sticky sensation...

Oswald, with Kevin pressed against the wall beside the bed, absorbed the sound of the damp rain against his skin. The rhythmic dripping harmonized with their mingled breaths, creating a symphony of ambiguity.

Oswald continued his assault, his tongue sliding and nipping along Kevin's jawline, lingering at his Adam's apple for a brief moment.

He then proceeded to rub against the junction where neck and shoulder met, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

A dim light fell on Kevin's neck, casting a faint imprint resembling a faded birthmark. The shape was vaguely discernible, depicting a bird with two wings and long feathers.

Perhaps this was the last trace left on Kevin, a remnant of the vanishing divine being. With time, it would fade until it no longer existed.

Oswald still remembered the radiant light that emanated from this spot when Kevin lost control. He raised his eyelids slightly and took a gentle bite on the mark.

Even without the totem of the divine being, Kevin remained incredibly sensitive to this particular spot. As Oswald teased the area with his teeth, Kevin's entire body trembled.

Their wet kisses meandered along the blurred outline of the phoenix, slowly descending down its long feathers.

Oswald was enthralled, as if each bite would elicit a marvelous response from the trembling and heavy breathing of Kevin...

"You never cease to amaze me..." Kevin's voice turned hoarse as he complained, dissatisfied.

But due to Oswald's teasing, his tone suddenly changed, followed by a deep gasp. His hand, placed on Oswald's waist, dropped limply, fingers clattering against the glass fruit plate atop the copper cabinet beside the bed.

Bang—

The fruit plate shattered upon impact, with fragments scattering across the floor. The once neatly arranged and vibrant red fruits rolled out, now a disarrayed pile.

The sudden commotion startled both of them, forcing them to separate.

Oswald was still filled with a lingering dissatisfaction, but he was lightly pushed aside by Kevin.

Kevin's talent for swiftly changing his demeanor was astonishing. The remnants of a blush still adorned his neck as he waved dismissively at Oswald, as though shooing away a puppy.

Then, with a graceful stride, he stepped over the mess on the floor, squatting down to pick up the shards of glass and scattered fruits.

As he busied himself with the task, Kevin glanced at Oswald and remarked, "Please, move your distinguished paw."

Oswald wiped his face silently, marveling at Kevin's ability to find time for such mundane matters amidst their passionate encounter. His teeth itched with the desire to continue their earlier intimacy.

Yet, there was no avoiding the duty of tidying up. The enchanting atmosphere of the room had been thoroughly disrupted.

The sweet fruits were inconsequential compared to the potential harm of stepping on the glass shards strewn across the floor. It would sour the taste and dampen the pleasure.

With a grimace, Oswald motioned for Kevin to step back and began collecting the fallen debris.

"Hiss—" Kevin recoiled, his fingertips grazing against the sharp edge of a shard of glass. Instantly, blood began to flow, staining the area around the wound a vibrant red.

Oswald's brows furrowed as he swiftly grabbed Kevin's hand.