Vol 2 Chapter 5 (2/2)
Compared to the resolution of the Marquess, which showed in his expression, Walker was totally doubtful. It wasn't that he did not feel that the Marquess had gotten progressively more tender towards him, it wasn't that he had not come to understand that there were powerful bonds between the two of them that could not be broken, he simply could not imagine that the lord of Stonehaven, Brett Thomas, the Marquess of Wilts.h.i.+re, of the Great British Empire, would be perfectly happy to fall at the hands of a man such as himself, who did not possess any charms to speak of.
“You’re not allowed to disbelieve me…” Even he himself was a little bit suspicious about whether he had gone mad or not, but sweet speeches and honeyed words that were so sappy he could die continued to flow from this mouth that was more accustomed to hurling mockery and sarcasm. In an attempt to disguise his own embarra.s.sment, Wilts.h.i.+re began to try to rub his body against Walker, hoping to use s.e.x to keep Walker from noticing just how much he yearned for his love.
Walker's bare body was still sensitive, and it seemed that it was immediately ignited upon the Marquess's touch. Writhing, ragged and scratchy groans emanated from the depths of his throat. He also preferred to use his body to interact with the Marquess, rather than to waste any more time on speaking to him about topics as without prospects as love or spending the rest of their lives together.
Wilts.h.i.+re wanted to hide the self-consciousness he felt as a result of his confession, whereas Walker wished to escape from having to dwell on that problem. Never before had the hearts and souls of the two of them been so much in agreement as they threw themselves into rubbing their lips and tongues with each other. Although the process of penetrating and receiving remained the same, but because of Wilts.h.i.+re's confession, a thread of tender feelings had entered into the mix. They engaged in joyous lovemaking all through the night, tenaciously immersing themselves in their sweet feelings, until neither of them had enough strength left to move and with their minds hazy, they fell asleep in each other's arms.
On the next day, when Walker woke up from a dreamless sleep, he was greatly startled to discover that he was still being held tightly in the Marquess's embrace, and those crystalline green eyes of Wilts.h.i.+re, which had mesmerized innumerable men and women, were also staring at his face.
Without his realising it, a blush coloured his face. As if he were trying to hide something, he hastily got up and hurriedly came up with a topic of conversation to escape from the Marquess's embrace, which made his heart race and his mind to be cast into chaos: “Are we going now… ah, to that Portland’s residence?”
It would seem that he also did not intend to coerce the Scotsman much, the Marquess lazily propped his body up into a half-sitting posture, while still holding onto Walker. Abruptly he rested his head at the top of Walker's upper thighs, using it as a pillow. In a flash, his flowing golden hair was spilling all over Walker's naked lower body, and the ticklish sensation over that sensitive area made him curl up his legs instantly.
“You…” Getting angry, he was just about to rebuke the Marquess for his debased actions, but in the next second the Marquess's next move alarmed him so much that he choked back his words.
“Ah, you are very energetic over here!” Once again, his usual wicked smile hung upon the corners of his lips, and he played with Walker's s.e.x organ which had produced a physical response without his being aware of it. The relaxed expression on his face was as if he were enjoying the sight of the most beautiful scenery in the world.
“You… quickly let go!” Obviously, that place had already been fondled a few hundred times before, but regardless, under the gaze of the gorgeous Marquess, he was simply unable to keep his heart serene.
“And if I don’t let go, what would you do then?” There was mockery in Wilts.h.i.+re's green eyes, but there was also a barely perceptible trace of gentle jesting.
“Do you actually want to find the Princess or not?” From the looks of him, the Marquess seemed to be having so much fun that he had forgotten all about the actual reason he had come to France in the first place and Walker felt that there was a need for him to give Wilts.h.i.+re a reminder.
Immediately, the Marquess pursed up his lips, and with displeasure written all over his face, he said: “Princess, what Princes, isn’t she just an unfamiliar woman, there is no need for you to be so zealous!”
The same time as he was muttering to himself, he took advantage of the opportunity to hug Walker tightly, intending to push him down onto the bed.
Not knowing whether he should laugh or cry, Walker desperately tried to fend off his attack. Seeing that the forceful approach was meeting with no success, Wilts.h.i.+re changed tactics, trying a softer approach. His incomparably beautiful jade-green eyes sent out a look that carried an overtone of entreaty. “… oh, let me just kiss you for a short while… Walker, sweetheart, let’s just kiss for a while…”
Although he did not know what scheme this Marquess, who was behaving like a spoiled coquette [1] as if his life depended on it that morning, had planned to stage, Walker was a little afraid that should he continue to bicker with him, it would go on and on with no end in sight.
“Then… just for a while, you’re not to…”
Before he could finish speaking, his lips were fiercely sealed by the Marquess, after struggling for a couple of moments, in the end, Walker still gave in to the hot, deeply intimate, kiss.
Even as they were getting off the horse carriage, Walker's legs were still trembling because of the wildly pa.s.sionate kiss that he had received an hour earlier --- he was a little afraid of this version of himself, who had become so enraptured with this intimacy with the Marquess. He knew that he had already completely lost his bearings, and he was no longer that dutiful, simple farmer from Stonehaven who was at peace with himself. After having been cherished by the Marquess's arms, which were always full of desire and longing, having been clasped tightly to his embrace, he had started to change. He was becoming someone who longed for the kind of bodily contact that pulled at his very heartstrings, becoming someone who had started to become dependent on every minute and every second that he spent with this beautiful aristocratic youth, Wilts.h.i.+re.
“This is Portland's residence... it's nothing much, is it!” The Marquess's comments pulled Walker back from the myriad thoughts racing through his mind and made him survey the old-fas.h.i.+oned three-storey apartment building before his eyes in silence.
Although his eyes wasn't as discerning as those of Wilts.h.i.+re, who had long become accustomed to living in luxurious quarters, Walker could also see that it had once been a magnificent mansion belonging to the rich and powerful. At the moment, even though the grey bricks were showing some mottling, but one could still imagine how glorious it must have been once upon a time.
Wilts.h.i.+re walked around the building once, before returning to the front door and ringing the doorbell.
Even though they were outside, the scratchy sound of the doorbell was still very clearly audible, but no matter how long they waited, no one came to the door.
Wilts.h.i.+re wore a look of impatience on his face, and he forcefully pressed on the doorbell again --- again, there was no response whatsoever.
The Marquess tugged at Walker's hand, and circled back with him to an alley at the back of the house.
“Help support me.” Not giving a care to the gorgeous jacket he was wearing, the Marquess began to try climbing up to a small window on the second floor of the building that was open.
“This is illegal!” Scandalised, Walker whispered to give him a reminder. However, in that moment when he saw that Wilts.h.i.+re was about to slide off, he still propped him up firmly.
At long last, the slim Marquess managed to wriggle through the little window that was probably just used for ventilation for the most part. After indicating that Walker should go back to the front door to wait for him, the Marquess disappeared from the window.
He only had to wait for approximately five minutes before the Marquess opened the door of the building, motioning for Walker to go inside.
Having never before seen a burglar with such a natural and relaxed att.i.tude, Walker was so amazed that he felt a little bit like laughing.
“There’s n.o.body here.” In contrast, the Marquess appeared to be quite solemn, as if he were the rightful owner of this building.
Even as he just stepped into the s.p.a.cious hall, Walker could already feel that there was something very wrong about that place --- the whole house looked empty, with only very few pieces of furniture scattered about, revealing a forlornness that was akin to the sun disappearing behind the western hills as night approached [2].
“There are no servants, no decorations, there isn’t even a single piece of furniture that is up to snuff... Either the Baron Simon Portland doesn't live here or he is actually an utterly impoverished wretch…” The Marquess waved his hands around as he spoke vehemently, not even the slightest bit conscious that he was actually a burglar.
“Have you taken a look upstairs?” Walker still harboured hope that by some fluke, the Princess might be hidden in some corner within the building.
“It’s the same, there is nothing besides some pieces of broken furniture.” Wilts.h.i.+re waved his hand, and said with a derisive look on his face: “Maybe when the Princess saw that he was this poor, she was scared off and ran away.”
“Then what are we to do now…” Walker was feeling a little lost and directionless.
“…” The Marquess was just about to answer, but suddenly, he covered Walker's mouth and dragged him behind one of the curtains to their back.
The sound of a key turning in a lock came from the direction of the door, scaring Walker was so much that he did not even dare to breathe loudly. He could only look on from a sliver of a gap beside him as the door was opened and two men walked inside, one after the other.
End of Jus Primae Noctis Volume 2, Chapter 5
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[1]: 撒娇 (sā jiāo): there is no exact equivalent for this in the English language I think. It is something like whining, but in a flirtatious/spoiled manner, but the person that is doing it is confident that the other party would be receptive. The other party is usually a loved one. It’s not limited to a pair of lovers, a child could also do this to his parents or elder relatives.
[2]: A sunset is often a metaphor in Chinese for decline and so, it’s not meant to evoke beautiful imagery. Rather, it’s meant to evoke melancholic feelings.
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