I Became the Cure for the Cursed Prince - Chapter 124

A look of shame spread across Lucas’s face as he lowered his head slightly and let his words trail off. Leon swallowed hard, watching Lucas with a confused expression. His heart was racing with urgency, and he couldn’t understand why Lucas was suddenly feeling embarrassed.

“I don’t know either,” Lucas muttered with a sigh. “But since things have come this far, I’ll just take it off myself.”

After speaking, Lucas slowly stood up. With his eyes shut tightly, he pulled down his pants in one swift motion. There was a sense of determination in the way he moved.

Leon’s golden eyes followed Lucas from head to toe and came to a stop at his underwear.

A thin red fabric clung seductively to the swollen area, barely covering it, while a delicate string hung loosely around his waist, looking like it would come undone with just a touch.

“Ah…”
Leon let out a quiet exclamation, unable to take his eyes off Lucas’s body. The fact that he was wearing something like this underneath surprised him. Just last night, he hadn’t been wearing anything like it while they slept.

“When did you even put this on?”
Leon asked teasingly, his tone playful. But Lucas couldn’t bring himself to answer. He simply stood there awkwardly, as if silently asking, Are you just going to stand there and watch me like this?

Leon couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Lucas’s shoulders, and gently ran his hand down his back. His large hand slid along Lucas’s spine until it reached his lower back, and at that moment, Leon’s shoulders gave a slight shudder. His fingers had touched bare skin where there should have been fabric.

Unable to resist any further, Leon turned Lucas around and guided him onto the bed, laying him down on his stomach. Between the curves of his hips, a red string was pressed tightly into the center.

“Wow. Seriously… Lucas, are you trying to kill me?”

Lucas buried his face between his arms, unable to turn or look back. The flush that had started on his face seemed to spread all the way down his back.

Whatever promise Leon had made to take things slowly had already been forgotten. He roughly shrugged off his clothes and moved toward Lucas without hesitation. Brushing aside the delicate strings that hung at Lucas’s waist, he pressed himself against him, unable to resist the desire any longer.

“Ah… slow down,” Lucas whispered, his voice trembling.

“You went out of your way to wear something like this. How do you expect me to hold back?”

It wasn’t a request Leon could grant. Overcome by the moment, he reached out, holding Lucas’s hips firmly. Their bodies met in an intense, breathless moment, and Lucas arched with a quiet gasp.

Their connection felt almost too tight, too intense, as if Lucas had been waiting for him. Leon gripped his hips and inhaled deeply, trying to steady himself. Then, slowly, he began to move.

Their movements grew faster, and with every deep thrust, the veins on the back of Lucas’s hand, gripping the sheets tightly, stood out.

“Ah… ngh.”

Outside the window, still uncovered by curtains, the daylight remained. The building wasn’t tall, and the thought crossed his mind that someone might see them from the street. That fleeting thought only added to the tension between them. Leon responded with even more force, driven by the moment.

Lucas buried his face into the pillow, rocking his hips in rhythm with Leon’s movements. Each motion filled him so deeply it left him breathless, his body trembling from the overwhelming sensation.

The shame he had once felt—the desire to hide in a hole from embarrassment, had completely vanished. All he could think of now was for Leon to take him further, faster.

“Leon… ah, Leon!”

Lucas called out his name over and over, completely swept away by the feeling, while Leon moved with such intensity that the sound of their bodies filled the room. The louder it became, the louder Lucas moaned in return.

“Kiss me,” Lucas whispered, barely able to hold back a moan as he turned his head.

Leon leaned down and captured his lips in a deep kiss, swallowing every sound that escaped Lucas. He moved with focused intensity, touching only the places that made Lucas tremble.

“Ah… no, I… I can’t,” Lucas gasped, trying to hold himself back. He didn’t want their first time in so long to end too quickly, but the overwhelming sensation made it impossible.

Leon was no different. The tightness around him was almost too much to bear, and no matter how deeply he breathed or how carefully he tried to pace himself, he was reaching his limit. His patience slipping, Leon gently tapped Lucas’s hip and murmured.

“Try to relax.”

“I… I can’t control it. Change… change the position,” Lucas replied, breathless.

Leon sat back on the bed and lifted Lucas into his lap. Even with the shift in position, the intensity only grew. The new angle made it feel even tighter, and for a moment, both of them needed to catch their breath.

As Leon traced his tongue along Lucas’s neck and teased his chest with his fingers, Lucas began to move instinctively, rocking his hips in time with the rhythm of their bodies.

“Ah… ngh…”
Lucas wrapped his arms around Leon’s neck, clinging to him as their bodies moved together. When Leon pushed deeper, a surge of heat rushed through Lucas again.

“I… I can’t hold back anymore. One more time,” Leon breathed.

Lucas met his eyes and nodded, unable to speak but full of unspoken longing. As he tightened around him, Leon shuddered, the sensation almost too much. Each movement sent a sharp wave of pleasure through them both, and when Leon finally reached as deep as he could, Lucas gripped his shoulders and let go completely.

A breathless moan escaped them both as they reached their climax. Their bodies trembled, tangled in heat and release. Even as the moment passed and their breathing began to steady, Leon had not yet softened, his desire still lingering.

Lucas looked up at him through dazed, half-lidded eyes, still lost in the aftermath. Leon gave him a teasing smile and reached down, gently touching him again. Lucas gasped, the unexpected sensation making his body tremble once more as he surrendered to Leon’s touch.

Leon moved with a fierce rhythm, each motion leaving Lucas breathless. The pressure, the closeness, the way their bodies fit together made Lucas feel as though he was being overwhelmed from the inside out.

He gripped the sheets tightly, his knuckles pale from the strain. Every movement sent a shock of sensation through him that made his stomach twist and his chest rise with a shaky breath.

“Please… I can’t take any more,” Lucas whispered, his voice barely steady. His eyes glistened, holding back tears that were born not from pain but from the unbearable intensity building inside him.

Leon leaned closer, his voice low and filled with need. “You are already this sensitive, and you’re asking me to stop? How could I possibly stop now?”

“That is only because of you,” Lucas replied with a breathless protest, the words falling from his lips like a quiet confession.

The emotions twisting in his chest were too much. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and so completely taken that his heart raced with every breath. Each second stretched long, filled with nothing but the rush of heat, the tight grip of his body around Leon, and the silent plea for release.

“Please… just finish,” Lucas said softly, his voice nearly breaking.

Leon looked into his eyes and felt his restraint falter. Lucas’s trembling words only deepened the desire rising in his chest. He pulled Lucas closer, holding his waist firmly as he continued, determined to carry them both through the fire of the moment.

Lucas no longer had the strength to speak. His body responded on instinct, tightening with every breath, every touch. He clung to Leon, his voice lost in quiet sounds of surrender, as everything else faded away except the feeling between them.

Leon trembled as he remained deep inside, overcome with the desire to completely mark Lucas’s body as his own.

A shaky breath escaped him.

Lucas felt the heat spreading through his lower belly and shivered, then slowly closed his eyes. It felt as if his entire body was melting from the inside out.

“Are you alright?” Leon asked quietly.

Lucas didn’t have the strength to speak. He simply gave a small nod, eyes still shut.

Leon wanted to continue, just a little longer, but the daylight still poured into the room. It was too early. They had the whole night ahead of them.

“The night is long,” Leon whispered, gently laying Lucas down on his back. He placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

Even as he tried to calm himself, he could feel the heat building again. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to hold back.

His gaze moved slowly over Lucas’s body, still flushed with warmth. On the floor nearby, he noticed the discarded red underwear, tangled and damp, no longer worn but barely clinging like a forgotten thread of temptation.

The red underwear clung loosely, as if it were barely worn at all. It matched beautifully with Lucas’s pale skin and was convenient since it did not even need to be removed. But more than any of those small details, what touched Leon the most was Lucas’s heart, the fact that he had chosen it himself and worn it for him.

Leon had once had a thought.

He imagined that if they built a life together, becoming like family and sharing their days, it would be unbearably lonely if the passion between them faded. He feared that even if his own feelings never changed, he would feel hurt if Lucas’s desire cooled with time.

But as the years passed, Lucas remained the same. That constant devotion turned Leon’s quiet worries into renewed warmth.

Leon ran his fingers along the red string tied at Lucas’s waist. The emotion rose from his fingertips and filled his chest. His voice dropped to a soft whisper.

“Thank you, Lucas. For still being the same.”

He knew it wasn’t true anymore, yet part of him still feared treating Lucas as if he were a child. He had wondered whether he was truly the right alpha for him. But now, that lingering doubt finally began to fade.

Leon had so many things he wanted to do with Lucas on their trip. He wanted to take walks like ordinary lovers, stop by a small restaurant for a quiet meal, swim in a lake without worrying about monster attacks, pick out clothes for each other, attend a royal ball in a foreign land at least once, or even try working the land like commoners.

But Leon had done none of those things. No, he had not been able to.

At night, they were too consumed by each other, too busy burning with desire to do anything else. Even after a few hours of sleep, if their eyes met upon waking, they would wordlessly fall into each other’s arms again.

Their craving for one another felt endless, like a spring that never ran dry, no matter how often they tried to draw from it.

After the tenth time Leon found release, he whispered softly, “I honestly don’t know how we held back for so long.”

Lucas smiled gently and replied, “Because the love we have for our children is greater than the desires that rise within us.”

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