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Warnings: Bad language, as is per usual with Rin. Sexual content can be considered moderate to heavy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Free! But that's okay!
[CHAPTER THIRTEEN: "PLEASURE'S AFTERMATH."]
"Damn, Haru— I really can't see shit."
There was a soft creak as Rin crawled back onto his bed, both of his arms reaching out blindly and fisting into the purple curtains surrounding the bed, drawing them closed. The Prince hovered over Haruka, holding himself up as he leaned down, stealing another kiss from the black-haired servant below him.
Even though the room was dark, save for a small bit of moonlight that shined in through the hole in Rin's ceiling, Haruka didn't find himself taken by surprise at the sudden, warm feel of Rin's lips against his. Instead, he let himself melt into the intimate gesture, blue eyes hidden behind one pale and one bruised eyelid. The shorter male reached up with his good arm, burying his hand in the Prince's fine cerise tresses, pulling at them gently with his fingers.
"That was the point," Haru replied quietly as Rin pulled away, proceeding to grunt softly as the purplish-red haired Prince planted a few kisses along his neck before moving further down his body. "It'd be embarrassing to do this otherwise. Besides, don't you think this way is better? Without being able to see me with your eyes, you can let your hands learn my body in the darkness. They might do a better job." There was a scoff.
"Oh, geez. Come on, Haru— don't go getting all deep and romancey on me now. I can't relate to that sort of stuff," Rin said, pausing briefly as he ventured down Haruka's body to kiss at the boy's hip bone, slowly sinking his teeth into the pale skin stretched across the area. There was a hiss from above him.
"Don't bite so hard. And is "romancey" even a word?" Haruka questioned, grunting slightly before giving a low, somewhat pained moan as Rin bit harder into his skin just to go against his wishes. At eye-level with Haruka's groin once more and actually kind of glad that they were now cloaked in darkness lest his stance of being face-to-dick with Haru might have been awkward, the Prince shrugged.
"I dunno, but if it's not I'll just make it one." A smirk slipped across Rin's face and Haruka scowled into the darkness. "Do you even have that kind of power? Or would that royal demand fall into the King's hands?" Haru questioned, gasping as Rin gave the base of his member something of a rough squeeze.
"Oi, don't talk about my dad. And yeah, I could do it even if I had to wait until I took over as King." Rin frowned. Maybe, He thought, eyebrows furrowing before he leaned forward, taking the tip of Haruka's member into his mouth. Haru moaned.
"That's... Don't you dare bite me," The servant boy managed to breathe out a word of warning. Rin grunted, not responding as he hollowed out his cheeks, running the tip of his tongue against the underside of Haruka's head. I won't, He silently promised. He knew better than to do something like that; he'd tried it out as a playful gesture with past partners. Needless to say, it hadn't been a good idea for someone with teeth as sharp as his.
Why the hell are they even like that, anyway? Rin pondered as he began to suck Haru off, one of his hands resting on the boy's inner thigh while the other stayed just barely wrapped around his shaft. Otou-san and Okaa-san don't have teeth like these and neither does Gou... Who did I pick these bastards up from? Hell, he hadn't the faintest clue. It really bothered him sometimes, being the only person in existence that seemed to have teeth such as his, but as two hands wound themselves into his hair, fisting his cerise locks, the male turned his attention back to the boy he had his mouth on. He could worry over his teeth some other time.
"Mhm, don't be afraid to pull," Rin purred as he pulled off of Haruka's member with a small pop. He stroked the boy a few times, reaching blindly into the darkness towards a small bottle that he'd grabbed when he'd gotten up to put out the flames on the torches previously, as per Haru's request. The Prince felt the hands in his hair tighten, but they didn't pull at his dark tresses. He laughed. He's not going to, even though I gave him permission, huh?
Shrugging, Rin pulled his hand away from Haruka, earning a soft mewl of objection from the boy. He laughed once more, sitting up on his knees as he opened the small bottle, pouring some of it's clear, slightly yellow-tinted contents onto his middle and index fingers. The Prince then popped the cap back on the bottle, smiling as he reached back down, lifting up Haruka's right leg, forcing the limb to bend at the knee.
"Hold your other leg up like this," Rin whispered into the dark. Haruka nodded, supposing Rin knew best, and slowly reached down, placing his pale hand on the back of his left thigh. The boy lifted up his leg, pulling it into a position identical to that of his right side. Reaching out and touching the inside of Haru's newly raised leg to make sure it was in the right position since he couldn't really see, Rin grinned.
"Good. Now this'll be a little cold, but don't make too big of a deal out of it, okay?" The Prince instructed, giving Haruka time to mumble a small, "Uh-huh." He then proceeded with his actions, his left hand holding up Haru's right leg while his right wandered down to the boy's entrance, slowly prodding his two slick, oiled fingers against the tight ring of muscle. Above him, Haru gasped. "C-Cold..." The boy mumbled, shivering slightly. Rin snickered.
"Yeah, well, I told you it'd be cold literally two seconds ago. Just relax— this oil is good for dealing with tight things," The red-haired Prince explained, slowly pushing his middle finger into Haruka and causing the boy to gasp while he kept the pad of his index finger braced against the outside of the blue-eyed servant's entrance, ready to move in after it's companion when the time was right and Rin was sure Haru was ready. The Prince moved his middle finger around a little before slowly pushing it further in, deeper and deeper into Haruka until the digit was knuckle-deep inside the boy. Haruka let out a pained whimper, one that could barely be heard in the stillness of the night, the overall silence of the room.
"T-Tight things?" Haruka mumbled, his eyes squeezed shut painfully and his mouth curved drastically downward into a deep frown. He grunted as he felt Rin's finger move and twist inside of him, the digit patting at his inner walls like Rin was seeking something in specific out. Still at his waist, Rin nodded.
"Well, yeah. I mean, I've never had to use it for sex or anything, so don't even ask about anything like that. Sometimes rings and armbands get stuck, though, and this usually helps get them off, so long as I have Gou or Nitori around to help. Gou— shit, Gou thinks it's funny when I can't get a piece of my jewelry off. Her's never get stuck on her." Rin frowned, eyebrows furrowing as he, once again, wondered why he was always being faced with problems that his sister, Gou, was not. Not that he wanted her to have to deal with any shit; he loved his sister to death. It just frustrated him that he was the only one with these sorts of problems. Whose jewelry was constantly getting stuck on them? What— was his skin a super-adhesive?
"You probably need to get them resized or something, then— or get new ones. Can't that Amakata lady you wanted me to go see help with that?" Haru questioned, his face relaxing and smoothening out as Rin withdrew his finger, pulling the digit most of the way out. Rin shrugged. "Maybe. These were my dad's, though, so I don't wanna mess with them. I want them to be the same as when he wore them before he became King."
"Huh, you really admire him, don't you..." Haruka trailed off, his breath hitching and a gasp being torn from his throat as Rin pushed his middle finger back inside him, this time accompanied by his index finger, with a bit of roughness behind the action. Haru winced.
He doesn't like it when I mention his father... This is the third time he's reacted like that— twice here and once before, I think. Haruka frowned, resisting the urge to grunt as pain immediately shot across his face. He slowly forced himself to relax once more, letting his face muscles go slack as he tightened his grip on Rin's hair, trying to adjust to the pain he was feeling. Hurts...
"Yeah, I do," Rin mumbled, scissoring his fingers inside of Haruka, stretching the boy out. Haruka moaned softly, the pain he was feeling slowly beginning to fade. "It's nice that you do. A-Ah..." Haruka arched his back a bit as Rin took his member back in hand, his fingers working his entrance while his hand stroked him.
Haruka wasn't sure how long they stayed in silence after that, the only sounds shared between them being his soft pants and moans and the slippery, squishing sound of Rin's strokes to his member, which had become slicker and slicker as Haru's essence leaked from his head. The sensations in his lower half felt almost so good as to rival the feelings of pain in his upper half and Haru, after a little while of lying still and letting Rin fiddle around and fondle him, finally decided he wanted to continue on. Little did he know, his permission to continue on was exactly what Rin had been waiting on, why he'd spent time dilly-dallying.
"It's about time!" Rin exclaimed and gave a soft chuckle when Haruka finally expressed his desire to become more intimate and get to the actual sex that they'd agreed to have. He'd gotten tired of waiting; as a perfectly hormonal young adult who'd been sitting and listening to Haruka's moans the last few minutes, he felt like he could hardly wait anymore. His dick was tingling and hot, rubbing against the front of his pants in a way that was less than comfortable. He wanted to get the show on the road!
"Kept me waiting a little while, huh?" The Prince commented, pulling his hands away from Haruka and earning a soft sigh from the boy. He pulled down his pants, slipping them off and tossing them to the edge of the bed, where they caused the curtains surrounding them to swish slightly. Rin then made his way back up to Haruka's face, leaning down and softly kissing the boy.
Haruka sighed again, this time into the kiss, and he brought up his arms, ignoring the pain that raising his right arm brought with it, and buried his hands back in Rin's hair, wanting to hang onto the Prince, even if it meant pain. His partner grinned, pulling back. "Sorry," Haruka mumbled.
"It's fine," Rin assured, deciding that, hey— Haruka wasn't used to this, so he probably hadn't gotten the message of "Tell me when you're ready," when he had tried to get it across. He was a virgin; that couldn't be held against him. "I just feel like my dick's gotta be red as fuck," The male said with a laugh, causing Haruka to mumble another small apology. Rin shook his head, heaving a sigh. I was joking, you know. Whatever— Haru didn't seem like one for jokes, anyway, so he probably couldn't have held not getting exactly what he'd meant against him, either. This guy's gotta be taught not to be such a stick in the mud. Definitely.
"Oi— make sure your leg's stay up, okay? I don't feel like holding them." Haruka nodded, raising his legs back up to where they'd been held previously, but this time kept his hands tangled in Rin's purplish-red locks, unwilling to let go. "Okay," He mumbled quietly, feeling Rin pull back just slightly enough to put a little space between them, but not enough to move his head away; he didn't want Haru ripping his hair out.
The Prince smiled, grabbing his member and lining himself up with Haru's entrance. "Ready?" He questioned. Haruka nodded, his back arching slightly as Rin slowly pushed into him, his hands fisting tightly into his hair. "Ow," The two boys mumbled simultaneously, one because of the literal pain in his ass and the other because of the way Haru was pulling his hair.
"I'm gonna assume you need a minute," Rin mumbled, feeling relief wash over him as Haru realized what he was doing, the boy slowly loosening his grip on the Prince's hair. Haruka nodded, eyes shut, and mumbled a small "yes." Rin nodded. "Okay, just tell me when."
Minutes passed by in silence, neither boy moving or making any noise. Finally, Haruka felt he was ready to continue, and he slowly moved his hips against Rin's, causing the Prince to grunt. He hadn't expected Haru to move first.
"Well, damn— wait for me," Rin said with a laugh, slowly allowing himself to lean over Haruka, the boy's hands leaving his hair in favor of falling onto his back, his arms wrapping around the Prince's neck. Haru buried his face into the side of Rin's neck slightly, letting the tip of his nose touch the skin of Rin's throat, but not putting too much pressure against the rest of his face.
Rin slipped a hand underneath Haru, letting it rest at the top of his back, just between his shoulder blades, while the other moved to cup the small of his back. Both feeling like they were finally in something of a correct sort of position, Rin slowly pulled out of Haru, leaving only the tip of himself inside the boy's tight heat. Rin inhaled a small breath, his fingers ghosting up Haru's spine, and he pushed back into the boy.
The mind-numbing pleasure Haru felt almost instantly seemed unreal. The boy's back arched and he cried out, his shoulder hurting at the involuntary movement of his spine. His hips jerked against Rin, who grunted.
"Shit, didn't mean to hit it that early," The Prince mumbled, referring to Haruka's prostate, before he pulled back out and pushed back in, hitting the spot inside Haru that seemed to drive him crazy with pleasure as it was meant to. He set a steady pace, allowing the hand on Haru's back to eventually come around to the boy's front, wrapping around the servant's member and beginning to pump him. Haruka moaned, his mind hazy and his thoughts becoming few and far inbetween with each steady, firm strike Rin gave to that special spot inside him, which he was curious about.
It feels so good... Why? Is this how it felt for Nagisa? Is this why he was enjoying it so much? It's good... Haruka thought, his mind both everywhere and absolutely nowhere all at once. He could hear Rin grunting rather frequently, which lead the boy's thoughts to shift. Is he feeling good, too? It sounds like it... Haru fought off the urge to sigh, feeling like it'd ruin the moment. He felt content, though— despite the pain he felt in both his face and his shoulder, as well as his chest. They were hidden by darkness, left unseen to not only the world, but also each other. The bed's blankets felt soft against his back, Rin's hands were warm against his skin, and the feeling of having a body overtop of him like this made him feel strangely safe, like the world couldn't touch him or do him any harm.
I haven't felt so safe since I left home, Haru realized, the very thought causing the usually blank-faced, emotionally stable boy to wrap his arms tighter around Rin's neck and really bury his face into the side of the Prince's neck, not caring about the pain that came from it or if Rin minded. He wanted this comfort; he wanted to feel it to it's fullest. And Rin didn't mind, he almost felt the same, even— so it was okay. They were okay. For now.
"Haru... I don't wanna come inside you," Rin murmured, his own face buried just as deeply into Haruka's neck as the boy's was into his. "And I don't think you want me to, either. I need to pull out," He explained. Haruka nodded.
"Okay," Haru agreed, not seeing a problem with what Rin was saying, though he did find himself missing the loss of contact between them as he let his grip on Rin loosen, the Prince pulling away from him slightly. Before he knew it, the Prince was slipping out of him and pressing their dicks together, rubbing the two throbbing organs against each other.
Haruka moaned softly, feeling something that he hadn't realized had been building up in his lower stomach beginning to overflow. The sensation was strange and, for a moment, Haru felt scared— but then that built up sensation was releasing and he saw white stars exploding across his vision as he came along with Rin, their essence mixing and mingling together, falling onto Haru's stomach.
Haruka, coming down from the short, temporary moment of being on Cloud Nine he'd just experienced, grunted as Rin fell onto him, resting his head beside the boy's and letting them lay chest-to-chest. Haru winced, feeling pain radiating through his shoulder from the sudden impact of Rin's body falling onto his, but didn't complain. He felt tired now— even moreso than he had previously, before they'd ever began.
Just as the boy felt Rin's warm lips closing over his for something of a last kiss, he felt a darkness even more black and unpredicting than the one they'd just sat for roughly an hour or so in overtake him. That is to say— sleep. He let the natural phenomenon take him, not caring where it lead him or for how long it took him. He let himself be at ease, Rin's warm body laying overtop of his, larger and bulkier. Rin's labored breathing echoed in his ears as he welcomed sleep.
When Haruka awoke in the morning, Rin's warmth was absent, as well as the Prince himself. He was laying in bed alone, the white blankets they'd had their intimate moment on much earlier that morning pulled overtop of him and the rich purple curtains surrounding the bed drawn shut. Sunlight much more powerful than the moonlight that had come before it shined in from the small window in the Prince's ceiling, streaming in through the curtains.
Haru tried to shift, to get his arm in a better position, and flinched. Then he heard voices, going still in order to pick up on what they were saying and also not wanting to be heard moving around. He recognized one right away. Rin?
"And that's the deal, Ni," The Prince said from outside the curtains that sheltered Haruka, shaking his head as he dropped his hands to the small meal table that he and his assistant sat at currently— as they frequently did. A deep frown dug itself into Nitori's face and the silver-haired boy looked down at the table between them, shaking his head. "That's awful," He mumbled, his hands fisting themselves in his lap, clawing slightly at the cloth of his pants. "Haruka-san shouldn't have had to go through that. Raido..." Nitori repeated the name of the man Rin had just told him about and the Prince leaned forward, halfway across the table.
"You know him, Ni?" Rin asked. Nitori shook his head and the Prince sighed, leaning back and bracing his hands behind himself, holding himself up. He was shirtless, but was wearing a pair of white pants. He felt about ready to crawl back into bed, but he had to get some things taken care of first. Namely, the location and arrest of the palace guard that none of the people he had asked seemed to know a lot about, but all knew of: Raido.
"Well, anyway, I want you to go ask around. Find this guy and tell him I want to see him." Rin opened his eyes, his red hues skimming over Nitori's frail physique. "...Take some guards with you." Like hell this guy was gonna get all violent with Nitori the same way his buddy had gotten rough with Haruka the night before— no way even in the deepest circle of Hell. Across the table, Nitori nodded.
"I will," Rin's silver-haired assistant said, standing from his seat. "I'll do my best to locate him, my Prince. And I'll have some proper medicine brought for Haruka-san. Which room in the servant's quarters is his again?" Nitori wasn't even sure that he'd ever known which room was Haruka's— he'd only been there for a week.
"Oh, nah— don't worry about that. Have it brought here," Rin said with a shake of his head, also standing. Nitori blinked. "What? Here?" Rin nodded, pointing over towards the drawn curtains that enclosed his bed. Nitori's mouth fell open.
"I... You... You—?!" The boy shook his head, fighting the blush that was making it's way onto his cheeks and being poorly defeated. Rin laughed at the boy's response before grunting, Nitori having reached over and popped him on the forearm, an action that was rather rare. Rin blinked, watching the boy as he stepped around the table that they'd previously been seated at, moving closer. He leaned up towards Rin, cupping a hand over the side of his mouth.
"I know this idea is far-fetched, but when you say it like that, it almost sounds like you and him..." Nitori trailed off, his blue eyes saying so much in that moment it wasn't even funny— asking questions and making accusations. Rin nodded, his smile gone from his face. "Had sex?" He finished his assistant's question, nodding once more. Nitori gasped. "Rin!" Another pop to the arm.
"Ow. Stop that, Ni— it actually kind of hurts," Rin said, rubbing at his forearm with his left hand. Nitori leaned further into his personal space, a deep frown causing his face to contort somewhat angrily.
"He was injured and you took advantage of him? Rin, I've kept your record with the prostitutes in town under wraps, but I can't believe you'd do something like this—"
"He asked for it!" Rin snapped, causing Nitori to back off, going quiet. Rin sighed, rubbing the back of his head, his other hand going to his hip. "I promise, he asked for it. Don't sweat the small stuff, Nitori. Just have the medicine for his injuries brought here. Please."
Nitori frowned, sighing as he shook his head, blue eyes opening and looking off to the side. "I will," He agreed, "but..." Again, the boy shook his head. Rin frowned. "But what?"
"Haruka-san isn't the same as one of those prostitutes— you paid to have relations with in town. He's a servant here in the palace. And if anyone found out that this happened, you could both be in big trouble. And I don't want that to happen," Nitori mumbled.
"So, don't tell. Easy solution." Rin turned away from Nitori, going over to his desk and picking up a small comb located on it's edge, beginning to pull it through his cerise locks. He heard Nitori whimper. "I won't, but..." Nitori shook his head and forced a smile onto his face, looking at the Prince's back.
"Anyway, I promise I'll have medicine brought here for Haruka-san and I'll find that Raido man for you! Please, leave it to me!" That said, Nitori dismissed himself, feeling that the air had gotten unusually awkward, and slipped out Rin's bedroom door, shutting it behind him. Once he was gone, Rin sighed.
"I get what you're saying, Ni," The Prince mumbled under his breath. Even if Nitori didn't tell anyone, if the news of what had happened between Haru and himself the night before did manage to get out, they'd both be in deep shit. Haru especially, probably. I don't want that to happen, because I won't be able to override Otou-san's rule if he decides to punish Haru, but we've already done it and... "Fuck," Rin cursed aloud, shaking his head. Shit, they'd fucked up.
Just then there was a grunt from behind the curtains over at his bed, followed by a faint, slightly pained groan. Rin frowned, looking over in the direction of the noise. Was Haruka up?
"Haru, you awake?" Rin called, moving over towards his bed. He pulled back the curtains slightly, peeking in to find Haruka spawled out awkwardly, his hurt arm pushed out far away from the rest of his body, laying seemingly uncomfortably on the bed. The Prince laughed as Haruka glared at him, his right eye officially black, and he slowly crawled onto the bed, letting the curtains fall shut behind him.
"Here, lemme help you out," Rin said, crawling up to be on Haruka's level and slowly reaching for the boy's arm, shifting it back into a comfortable position. Haruka grunted, hissing slightly, but quietly mumbled a small "thanks" all the same, shutting his eyes as Rin slowly settled beside him on the bed, laying on his stomach and hugging one of the bed's many pillows, resting his head upon it.
"How do you feel?" Rin asked, glancing over at Haruka. "Oh, and good morning, by the way. That's a killer black eye you've got there." Haruka scowled, opening his eyes to glare at Rin to the best of his ability. "I've felt better," He said with a rough edge, causing the Prince to laugh. "I can imagine. Did you sleep okay, though?" Rin asked, smiling as Haruka nodded. He returned the nod. "That's good." And then, they fell into silence.
The morning was peaceful, for sure. It wasn't ridiculously hot in the room, the blankets were soft, and neither of them was alone. Haruka still felt a small ball of anxiety forming in his stomach, however. He'd heard something he wasn't sure he had wanted to— even though Nitori had been doing his best to talk quietly to the Prince previously.
"Rin... Was what we did last night... taboo?" Haruka asked, catching the Prince by surprise. Rin opened his eyes, blinking, before he sighed. So he'd heard, huh? "Kind of," The Prince mumbled, staring straight ahead, his chin pressed against the dark gray pillow he had his head laid upon. "Serious taboo?" Haruka questioned. Rin shrugged. "Depends on who you ask."
"Nitori sounded like he considered it pretty serious," Haruka mumbled, looking away. Rin sighed, slightly agitated. "Just drop it, okay? We did it once and that's gonna be it, right?" Rin said, to which Haruka nodded, supposing so. "Alright— so you won't say anything, I won't say anything, and I promise Nitori sure as hell won't say anything. No one will find out," Rin said with an irritated tone, to which Haru frowned.
"So we're just going to forget it ever happened?" Haruka questioned, wondering if they could just do that. Rin nodded. "Exactly. We'll put it behind us, leave it in the past. You'll go back to stopping by and bathing me in the morning and then you'll go get us some breakfast, assuming you decide to eat and you're not just picking something up for me, then..."
"But I won't be doing that," Haruka mumbled as he looked over towards Rin, effectively cutting the Prince off. The red-haired royal blinked, looking to the boy laying beside him. "What?" He questioned. Haruka's left eyebrow furrowed, his right unable to follow suit due to the swelling in that area.
"I was only filling in for Nitori on your's and the Queen's orders, remember? My three days are up," Haruka stated and Rin felt something inside him sink as the boy's words and realization hit him square in the face. That was right— Haru's punishment for pissing off one of the princesses at his bridal selection was over; he didn't have a reason to be there with him anymore.
Of course. But I... Rin frowned. He didn't want to see Haruka go; having someone aside from Nitori around all the time had been a nice change. Not that he was putting Nitori down or anything— it was just nice to have someone new around, that was all. And now he'll be gone.
"O-Of course, dumbass— duh! I was just making sure you realized. Don't want you getting up any time now and running my bath water or anything," Rin said and laughed, the false laughter filling the air just briefly before it died away, leaving them in a tense, awkward silence that even Haruka didn't find comfortable and felt he had to try and break after it lasted for several long minutes.
"...Don't tell me you forgot," Haru mumbled, glancing over at the Prince, whose face flushed. Rin looked away, knowing he could've defended himself against Haru's dull accusation, denied what the boy was saying, but he wasn't sure he wanted to. So he huffed and shrugged his shoulders, quietly murmuring, "I've gotten so used to you being around, I might have." Haruka raised an eyebrow. "It was only three days."
"Yeah, but—!" Rin went on the alert, ready to defend himself as he looked away. "But it felt like you... belonged here, almost." Rin said, face slightly red at his confession. Shit, now he'll think I'm a pansy or something, The Prince inwardly worried, cursing himself and his brutal honesty. But then there was a soft creak as Haruka shifted and suddenly warm, slightly-chapped lips were placing a kiss on Rin's bare shoulder and he turned his head back towards Haruka, blinking. The boy just shut his eyes, quietly mumbling, "I get what you mean, kind of. I haven't felt this at home since I left my own."
Rin's eyebrows raised and he slowly sucked in a deep breath, the angry red color that had plagued his cheeks fading away as he realized he and Haruka were on the same wavelength, the same page. The Prince turned his head to fully face Haru, allowing himself to relax against the pillow. So he feels like he should be here, too, huh?
Yes, they definitely had a mutual agreement. They didn't need to become lovers or anything, because that could get them into some serious trouble, but they wanted to be around each other, for sure. Something had connected them; a link had been built between the two of them— not quite a bond, but the beginnings of one. What had attached them to each other was beyond their comprehension, something neither of them was sure of, but both were curious about. Something they would both come to understand with time.
"So what are we going to do? There are certain rules, and..." Rin murmured quietly and shook his head, taking note of a bruise on Haruka's forehead he hadn't noticed the night before. Haruka sighed.
"You're the Prince— you tell me."
[CHAPTER THIRTEEN: "PLEASURE'S AFTERMATH." END]
I'm sorry if this chapter was shit; I tried to make sure it wasn't and this week has just been more stressful than most. I can't even tell you.
Anyway, thanks for reading guys, and please look forward to the next update, which should be up in the next few days! Also, if you've read the first chapters of "Hours Passing Like Minutes" and/or "Nagisa's Reward System" please know that I am making it my goal to finally update both before September 1st! This is a sworn PuddinPie promise!
By the way, I'm sorry if I ended this chapter in a sucky way. I promise I'll be explaining the rules Rin talking about just now soon!
Meanwhile... I am still not happy with Rin. I'm not gonna say I hate him, but after last week, I am not happy with you Rin Matsuoka.
Anyway, bye! PuddinPie out!