Desire Me If You Can [Novel] - Chapter 69

Several hours ago.
From around the time he finished dinner, Dein was not feeling well. He felt warm and fatigue was washing over him, making his body increasingly heavy. Before he knew it, all he could think about was wanting to go to sleep.
It was because of the continuous tension.
He blamed all of this on Grayson Miller. If that bastard hadn’t done crazy things.
Dein sighed briefly, a thought he had mulled over numerous times revisited once more. He might even have a cold. Getting sick in this situation would be the worst. He wasn’t sure if that man could remain so calm because he wasn’t susceptible to viruses, but this could potentially be life-threatening for him.
He needed to rest and conserve his strength.
Ashley Miller probably didn’t need medicine since she didn’t get sick, but his partner would be different. He must have prepared some emergency medicine just in case. Even so, he couldn’t let on that he was weakened. He would have to sneak out and search the house again when Grayson was asleep.
It might be in the storeroom.
Deciding that, Dein got up from his seat.
“Where are you going?”
As expected, Grayson immediately questioned him. Dein looked down at him with a scowl and replied coldly.
“It’s better to go to sleep than to sit here listening to your nonsense.”
Having said that and turned around, Dein hesitated and then looked back at Grayson.
“Where are the spare clothes?”
Grayson led the way with a smirk. Entering the walk-in closet inside Grayson’s bedroom, Dein saw clothes piled up. Ashley Miller must have prepared them, he thought, as he glanced over them and noticed that the clothes were divided into two sections. One side must be Ashley Miller’s and the other his partner’s. He noticed the smaller size of one set and was hanging up a shirt when something peculiar caught his eye.
…A cheerleader uniform?
Dein pulled out a women’s uniform, looked it over front and back, then set it aside out of curiosity. He noticed a bikini top that barely covered the nipples and a bottom not much different in fabric area, but he looked away. He didn’t want to know why it was there.
Turning to the other side, he saw much larger clothes. They looked custom-made at a glance, and Dein guessed all these clothes were specially ordered to fit their sizes.
One of the outfits that clearly seemed prepared for Ashley Miller caught Dein’s attention. It fit Grayson well but was embarrassingly large for Dein. He checked the size visually and decided not to try it on in front of Grayson, simply taking it with him along with some unopened new underwear.
“Don’t you need to try it on?”
Grayson called after him, but Dein just said, “No need,” and went back to his room.
As expected.
After showering in the connected bathroom and changing into the clothes, Dein confirmed the shirt was too big and frowned. He had never seen clothes too large before; just how massive were these guys?
Suddenly remembering that Ashley Miller was an ice hockey player and MVP, Dein cursed briefly and collapsed onto the bed. Soon, as if he had been waiting, sleep poured over him, and his consciousness swiftly faded.
Haah, haah. Haah, haah.
He woke to the sound of heavy breathing. It was only afterward that he realized the sounds were coming from his own mouth. Dein gasped for air, lifting his heavy eyelids. It wasn’t just his eyelids that were heavy; his entire body felt stretched out, as if something inside the Earth was gripping him tightly.
“Ugh.”
A pained moan escaped his lips. As he managed to sit up, his vision immediately spun. Dein clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, waiting for the dizziness to pass. Meanwhile, the heat growing inside him was slowly spreading throughout his body.
What is this?
His mouth was dry, and a flush of heat spread across his body, making his stomach ache unbearably. Could it be…
Despite his reluctance to believe it, he desperately calculated the dates. Soon, a low curse slipped from his lips. And then, staggering, Dein rushed out, frantically searching the house.
Medicine, where’s the medicine?
Ashley Miller’s partner shared the same trait as Dein. He would be on his heat cycle too, so he might have prepared some medicine.
Really?
A sinister thought crossed his mind.
Why would he need that? Wouldn’t he enjoy the heat cycle instead?
What else is there to do, trapped here alone with a partner? There’s no reason to use medicine to avoid it. Knowing this, Dein desperately rummaged through the house.
The only time he needed suppressants was during the heat cycle. If he took enough suppressants and sleeping pills, he could sleep through it or only experience mild symptoms and get through the period easily.
“Damn it!”
Unable to contain his frustration, Dein yanked out a drawer and threw it. The drawer shattered with a dull sound, but that did nothing to change the situation. Dein heaved, breathing heavily, as it became increasingly difficult to bear. His insides already felt as if they were burning and itchy to madness.
I need something.
The thought of the numerous devices in the house came to mind. He had never used them himself, but they were always cleaned after use, so he could use one in a pinch, like right now.
But right now, that was a meaningless fantasy. Dein had nothing-no suppressants, no sleeping pills, no sex toys.
In desperation, Dein pulled down his pants and tried to probe his own backside. He pushed a finger in but it was futile. He couldn’t reach the depth he wanted; the fidgeting motion at the entrance only  made him more anxious.
“Damn, damn, damn!”
Kicking the floor and cursing loudly, he inhaled roughly and then paused. A faintly sweet scent was in the air.
It was the pheromone scent that Grayson always seemed to spread around.
…Wait.
Standing still, Dein slowly turned his head. At the end of his gaze was the firmly closed bedroom door. Dein blinked his blurry eyes, feverish.
.It’s no different, really.
And then Dein’s thoughts cut off.
And now.
Haah, haah. Haah, haah.
Grayson, wide-eyed, watched as Dein gasped for breath above him. He was all too aware of the identity of the dense pheromone scent surrounding him. And he knew what it meant.
“It’s your heat cycle, isn’t it?”
Grayson murmured with an excited voice. Dein didn’t reply, just looking down at him with blurry eyes. But the answer was as good as given. The flushed face, the unfocused, dazed eyes, the heavy breathing, and above all, the amount of pheromones pressing down on Grayson said it all.
I was right!
Grayson’s eyes sparkled with joy. Now to check the butterfly pattern. Just need to look at the pelvis right now…. He thought up to there and then paused as he tried to sit up.
… But why is he on top of me?
Confused by the unexpected situation, suddenly Dein unzipped his pants. As he pulled down his underwear and pants, his fully aroused penis popped out.
Grayson’s eyes widened at the sight of such a fine penis. It was the first time he had seen such a handsome one.
It was straight, fairly thick, and quite long.
Certainly, the technique must be good too.
Was that why he had never heard anything untoward about the man who changed partners almost every day? Grayson was vaguely recalling this when he suddenly felt something strange. Then, looking down, he was shocked to see Dein pulling down his own pajamas along with the underwear.
“Wait, wait a minute! What are you doing?”
Desperately shouting and grabbing his pants, Dein lifted his head. With bloodshot eyes and panting breath, he
looked at Grayson and said lowly, chuckling,
“Honey, don’t make it difficult. Just stay still. It’ll be over soon.”
“What?”
Before he could understand, Dein forcefully pulled down the pajamas he was clutching. With a ripping sound, the
pajamas tore in two, and Grayson’s face turned pale.
“AAAARGH!”
Grayson screamed in horror.