There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)-Chapter 714: Side Story 3. Stellar Blossom - 49

The Last Dance.

It was an event at their academy’s graduation party. Their last dance before getting thrust into society and becoming a full-fledged career esper. Some even coined it as the farewell dance of irresponsible life.

It didn’t matter who they were dancing with: friends, family members, or lovers. It was a song that started slow and gradually increased in tempo, so they could even change their dance partners in the middle and feel like they did a completely different dance.

It was fun. Or it should be.

On Han Joon’s graduation, he did not come because he was still climbing the tower in the Northern Alliance. The next year, Radia did not bother to come because he knew Han Joon wouldn’t be able to come anyway. There were a lot of reporters and important figures there, so they couldn’t be seen together anymore.

After all, the military and the Mallarc House were at the peak of their animosity at that time.

That last dance was not something they could ever do.

Well, not publicly, at least.

It was more than twenty years late, but Radia took that warm hand happily.

Han Joon gave a gentle pull and held Radia’s waist, moving slowly following the soft beginning of the melody. It was rather ridiculous having a dance in casual clothes, but the discrepancy disappeared when he gazed at the unchanging smile and twinkling eyes only reserved for him.

Radia chuckled and let Han Joon take the lead. "Now that I recall, I don’t think we ever talk about graduation."

"Because we already know it’s useless," Han Joon smiled, moving them slowly to the empty space between the bed and the sitting area. "We don’t talk about useless circumstances."

"Really?" Radia tilted his head. "What about all those pillow talks?"

"What about them? Everything will be possible once I’m free..." Han Joon paused. "Did we end up doing them?"

Radia exhaled softly. "It’s hard to do what we wanted to do in our youth once we aged," he shook his head regretfully. "Also...it was hard looking for the time to do them."

They got together again at an unfortunate moment when Operation Fallen Star was reaching its peak. Even their wedding was nothing more than a registry office one and three days of locking themselves in a villa, before a family dinner to introduce Han Joon to the rest of the Mallarcs.

After the Operation finished, he got even busier handling the many businesses that followed. The days were so exhausting that the only thing he wanted to do was rest in Joon’s arms. And then, when things seemed to be settling down...

Radia sighed. Even after Han Joon woke up from the coma, the memory of seeing his husband collapse still haunted his sleep.

"What are you making that face for?" Han Joon pulled his darling’s waist until their chest clashed against each other. "Is it not a time to be happy?"

Radia raised his head and, upon looking at the youthful, cheeky smile, couldn’t help but laugh himself. "Yeah, it’s our time to be happy," he said. "After all, we are finally together. Like how we always wanted."

No Han Gyeong to chain Joon. No refusal from the Matriarch. No threat and illness to keep them awake at night.

"Good," Han Joon swayed their body quicker, following the increasing tempo of the music. "Those mindless pillow talks--let’s turn them into reality one by one."

First, by drowning themselves in the dance.

Honestly, neither of them knew how to dance. Radia learned it a long time ago, just because it was a useful skill for high society. But then, he never used that after becoming an adult. Han Joon, on the other hand...

Well, if none of them knew, what does it matter anyway? Han Joon grinned and pulled Radia in a circle, prompting the summoner to chuckle in response.

"We’re doing a twirl?"

"Nari asked me for it over and over earlier, so it’s ingrained in me now," Han Joon said nonchalantly.

Radia laughed, remembering the series of ’helicopter rides’ the children asked Joon to do earlier. Especially Nari, who had robbed Kar of Joon’s lap throne. But it seemed like Joon was treating this dance just like that helicopter ride stunt with the children because Radia was getting dragged around swiftly.

"Oh, shit--" Radia almost lost control of his movement. "Pfft--aren’t you going too fast?"

"The dance floor is empty, so I can do whatever I want," Han Joon replied with a cheeky sneer.

Radia wanted to laugh, but then his vision was going in circles fast as the music’s tempo increased again. "Oh, shit--I’m going to get dizzy."

Or so he said, but Radia couldn’t help the laughter coming out of his mouth. Both the melody and the twinkling stars in Joon’s eyes reminded him too much of the past and with every twirl, Radia felt like his soul too, was slowly returning to that time.

The time when everything was bright and rosy between them. There was no dark cloud, and their future was woven with the promises they made. With every note, Radia’s mind traveled to those moments.

They weren’t naive even when they were young. They knew there would be a lot of work to do so they could be together. Especially, Joon had to get out of his family--of course, along with Shin.

Radia remembered that Joon had talked of his plan about severing his relationship with his father. But a minor couldn’t do that by themselves, so he had planned to wait until Shin came of age. They would establish Trinity then, and become strong enough to face Han Gyeong’s wrath.

No matter what, they had promised to stay together, even if Han Joon had to go through many trials from the Matriarch.

Unfortunately, all of that plan fell through the moment Joon found the death list in his father’s office. Their carefully crafted future, their love, and their youth...everything had to be thrown away.

In that case...wouldn’t it be alright for them to slip into that lost time?

Radia laughed and put his arms around Joon’s neck, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, forgetting everything.

He was not a Chairman; he was not a Guildmaster. At that moment, he was only Radia. He was only Dee, enjoying freedom in his most beloved’s arms.

Before he knew it, Radia felt his feet no longer touch the ground. He was still laughing when their lips were crashing in a messy kiss. Even messier than the one they did at the Peak. It was filled with giggles, soft moans, and silly sweet nothings.

Oh, to be young and in love. Radia had almost forgotten how sweet it felt.

Without the burden of the word weighed upon him, Radia felt like he had regained his passionate teenage self. An irresponsible youth who did not care who saw him naked or who heard him moan. He clung to Han Joon and whispered all kinds of dirty things he wanted the man to do to him.

This time, Han Joon did not throw him to the bed--they fell to the bed together, and Radia had a jolly time having his mouth ravaged by the highly aroused Joon. His back arched as if he couldn’t have Joon’s body not touching him.

But that wasn’t needed. Joon was not letting him away either. His waist was pulled tight until their middle part was inseparable, and he couldn’t even cling to Joon because his hands were held like a vice. It was almost as if he was being restrained, and Radia’s body responded in rapt excitement.

Both the kiss and constraint amidst the high he still felt from the wild dance drove him to the edge fast--faster than he ever was. His body convulsed even while Joon was still kissing him, and he moaned loudly against the smiling lips.

Han Joon pulled back so he could look at his darling’s flushed, dazed face. The crimson eyes flickered as their pants were soaked in thick fluid.

With curled eyes, Han Joon rubbed Radia’s trembling lips. "So you can still do that," he smirked. "Well done, darling."

"Ahh..." Radia whimpered shamelessly and bit his lips while his lower part squirmed and shuddered. It also had been a while since he came from just kissing, and he yearned for such rapture again. "Joon..."

"Not yet," the thin lips curled as Han Joon straightened his back. "It’s not fair for you to come without me, darling."

Radia groaned and moaned at the same time. He could not decide whether he was annoyed or turned on by that, but his spent cock was definitely twitching alive again.

But he could no longer complain when the man above him started to strip. His lungs stuttered just the way he did when he saw it for the first time. When the long, skillful fingers started to unbuckle the leather belt, Radia felt himself twitching just from the thought of seeing the throbbing erection.

The black gaze fell upon his face, and Han Joon curled his lips as he pulled his hard penis out, lazily stroking it in the rhythm of Radia’s bobbing throat. The scarlet eyes were staring hard, unblinking.

"You know how this play, Dee..." Han Joon smiled and moved his hand along his shaft. "If you can come untouched, just from watching me," Han Joon paused a little bit while Radia was squirming under him even more, clutching the sheet tightly as if he was afraid his hands would fly to his crotch right away. "If you can do that, like always, I’ll grant you any request for the next part."

Radia bit his shaking lips, and his head started to get dizzy from the rushing blood. It felt like his temperature might be rising all at once.

And to his flushed, heavily breathing darling, Han Joon added in a low, whispering voice.

"Even if you ask me to fuck you in your sleep."

Oh...Radia felt like he might come just from those words alone.