THE frustration that had been sitting in his chest slowly began to fade. Not completely, but enough that he could breathe again. He still didn’t like it. He didn’t think he would ever like watching Aster kiss someone else, even if it was just acting. But he also knew he didn’t really have a choice. He couldn’t tell Aster to stop doing his job just because it made him uncomfortable. If he tried to control him like that, Aster would eventually get tired of him. And that was the last thing he wanted.

He wanted to be understanding and mature about this. He really did. But it was hard. So fucking hard. He had felt his killing intent spike the moment Aster mentioned the possibility of him doing a love scene. How was he supposed to stay calm after hearing that? Just the thought of it made him want to hunt down whoever that person would be. But then Aster had said all the right things. It hit all the right spots, and the anger and frustration that had been building inside him slowly drained away. Not completely, but enough that he could think clearly again.

It might have sounded like Aster was just saying all those things to calm him down, but Wulfric knew better. Aster meant every word he said. He could still feel the proof of it pressing against him. Now his frustration had shifted to something else entirely. Specifically, the very obvious hard-on he was currently dealing with.

"Are you still angry?" Aster asked, his voice soft as he rubbed his cheek against Wulfric’s.

Wulfric bit back a groan, dropping his head onto Aster’s shoulder with a long, frustrated sigh. "I’m not. But I am this close to throwing you onto this couch and having my way with you."

Astrid paused at the raw frustration in Wulfric’s voice. He let out a small laugh, amused but also feeling the same pull. "I wouldn’t mind."

"Stop saying things like that," Wulfric growled.

"Why? I’m not joking, you know."

Wulfric bit down on Aster’s neck, just enough to let out some of his frustration. He barely used any pressure, but Aster still let out a small yelp. That made Wulfric soften his bite into a lick.

"I don’t think I can control myself if we do that," he admitted. "I might end up hurting you."

He had never hated his own strength more than he did in that moment. He had never thought his SSS level physique would be a problem. But it was. One wrong move, one moment of lost control, and he could easily break Aster’s bones. It might sound like an exaggeration, but the gap between an SSS level and an A level was massive. And Wulfric knew that if they ever made love, if he got too lost in the moment to think clearly, there was a real chance he wouldn’t be able to control his strength. There’s a high possibility that he might really end up hurting Aster.

Even when they were just kissing, he was always on guard, making sure he didn’t accidentally hurt Aster. He wasn’t confident that he could keep that up if they went further. If he wanted that to happen, he needed to be certain he could stay in control the whole time.

But right now, he was sure he couldn’t. Wulfric cursed inwardly. Why wasn’t there a medicine that could lower a person’s physique level? There were plenty that could temporarily boost it. So why wasn’t there anything that did the opposite? Someone might say he could just give Aster one of those boosters so his body could handle his strength. If anyone actually suggested that, Wulfric would directly punch them. Why the hell would he let Aster take something that could mess with his body just so they could have sex? That’s just crazy.

"I trust you," Astrid said in response to what Wulfric just said. "I believe you won’t hurt me."

"I’m glad to hear that," Wulfric said, his voice softer now. "But I know myself, Aster. I know I won’t be able to control my strength. I’ll find a way to fix this, though. Just give me time."

Astrid smiled helplessly as he cupped Wulfric’s face. He could see the determination in his eyes, like he was preparing for battle. He had never expected Wulfric to see this as such a serious problem. But when he thought about it, the gap in their physique levels could actually be an issue. He hadn’t really considered it before, but the fact that Wulfric had, and that he was already thinking of ways to fix it, told Astrid just how much he cared about him.

"Then we should probably both take cold showers before we lose control," he said playfully, standing up from Wulfric’s lap. "Separately, of course."

Wulfric took a few slow, steadying breaths before getting up. "I’ll head to my suite and come back down after."

Astrid nodded. "You don’t have to knock later. Just come in."

He had already given Wulfric access to his apartment, so he could come and go whenever he wanted. Just like Astrid could do the same with Wulfric’s suite upstairs.

"Okay, I will," Wulfric said, pressing a quick kiss to Aster’s lips before turning and walking out of the apartment.

He headed straight for the VIP elevator that would take him up to his suite. Once inside, he adjusted his pants, his hard-on still straining against the fabric. The elevator came to a stop, and when the doors slid open, he stepped into his suite. Even though he hadn’t been back in a while, the place was clean and tidy. Well, he had made sure the cleaning system kept everything in order while he was away.

Wulfric was about to head to the bathroom when his Terminal lit up with an incoming video call. He raised an eyebrow when he saw Cynric’s name on the screen. Before, he would have seen it as a nuisance and ignored it. But after they had cleared the air between them, it had become normal for him and Cynric to check in with each other every now and then. He accepted the call.

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