Chapter 233: My assumptions were far off

"What do you mean?"

Myles slowly turned it around in his hands, examining every part of it, his eyes still slightly wider than usual.

Blake watched him for a moment before explaining.

"It’s just as it sounds, really. There’s my blood cells inside and... well, they don’t just disappear once they’re outside my body."

He pointed at the small object sitting in Myles’ hands.

"Basically, I put a tiny drop of my blood into it while I was making it. The cells became suspended inside the material, and because the thing is designed to preserve biological samples, they’re still active to carry certain traces of the signals my body produces."

Myles continued staring at it.

"So I can hear your heartbeat through it."

"Yeah! Even when we’re far away, or just when you’re a little restless, like that time, when you checked my pulse."

Myles brushed his thumb slowly over its surface.

"I just needed a drop of blood out. Nothing much."

Myles’ gaze shifted to Blake’s finger.

"So that was why you put a needle in your index."

"Yeah! Didn’t think you’d notice that..."

They continued their dinner silently. It wasn’t awkward, since Blake didn’t feel the need to fill every quiet moment with some kind of joke.

Myles seemed perfectly content with the silence too.

Eventually, they finished eating.

Blake gathered the empty containers while Myles folded up the table. They tidied everything carefully, making sure nothing was left behind near the river.

When they were done, Blake looked over the small area one last time.

"Finally over...!"

They started walking back.

Myles simply reached over and took his hand, and their fingers intertwined naturally.

Blake glanced down at their hands, then ahead.

The mountain was quiet around them, and the sound of the river gradually became more distant behind them.

The cool evening air brushed against his face.

’This atmosphere is a little...’

Myles looked over at his face. And Blake pretended he didn’t notice.

***

Blake kicked off his shoes in the entryway of Myles’ dimly lit home, the quiet space feeling heavier than usual.

’He has been like this since we left...’

He hadn’t uttered a single word which, quite frankly, didn’t really worry Blake. It was just a little embarrassing to be stared at, like a snack.

"Hey, can I shower first?"

He had to escape this, as soon as possible!

"Thanks."

So, of course, he didn’t even wait for the reply, which, normally, would have been a yes.

However, before he could take a step, Myles’ hand grabbed his wrist, not strongly, just to keep him there.

Blake startled, heat rushing to his face as he glanced back. "What’s the deal?" he stammered, voice laced with embarrassment.

Myles leaned in closer, his breath warm against Blake’s skin. "You can’t go first."

His heart pounded. "Huh? Why?"

Myles closed the distance further, his face inches from Blake’s, lips hovering just above his own.

His intense gaze locked onto the other’s eyes, unblinking.

Blake’s breath hitched, eyes widening. Then he felt it, something thick and rigid pressing against his hip.

Slowly, hesitantly, his gaze dropped.

There it was, his hardened bulge straining against his pants.

’What the hell! Oh my lord, this can’t be for real?!’

Blake slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes widening in shock. He’d known this moment would come eventually, that he’d have to deal with this.

But he’d always figured it would flop because Myles already told him his bodily reactions weren’t the same as an ordinary human’s. Besides, he doesn’t even know why, he just imagined Myles having to get help to get in that kind of mood.

Oh boy, he did not need his help, because here it was, throbbing with need from god-knows-what thoughts racing through that dangerous mind.

Still, worry twisted in Blake’s gut.

’What kind of monster does he have down there?!’

Myles’ voice cut through. "Why are you staring down there instead of at my face?"

Blake cringed, snapping his gaze up. This was already embarassing as it was, but he just had to dig his own grave.

"Do you, huh, want to do it?"

Myles froze, body going still, that piercing stare holding steady.

’Since we’ll have to anyway, why not now?’

Blake thought, steeling himself. Before doubt could creep in, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Myles’.

It was just one second, really.

Yet Myles tilted his head back slightly, eyes flicking to the ceiling as he exhaled sharply through his nose, veins bulging along his neck and temples.

"I mean, if you don’t want to—"

Then Myles surged forward, one hand cupping Blake’s cheek, pulling him into a deep makeout.

His kisses were slow and intense, lips grinding. Myles kept his eyes wide open the whole time, drinking in every reaction, while Blake’s fluttered shut on instinct.

A free hand trailed down, fingers grazing Blake’s inner thigh, squeezing the soft flesh through his pants.

He gasped into the kiss, breath coming in ragged bursts.

’I really should take into account our difference in stamina...’

Myles pulled back smoothly, a thick string of saliva bridging their lips. Blake coughed, chest heaving, drool spilling from his chin onto his shirt.

As humiliating as the mess was, Blake’s own cock had betrayed him, now rock-hard and tenting his pants. Myles’s gaze dropped to it, just staring.

’Don’t look at it!’

Blake squeezed his eyes shut, mortified. ℴ

Zip.

’? What was that sound?’

Moving his hand away from his face, he saw Myles on his knees, right there in the entryway, hands deftly tugging open Blake’s fly.

Now, what is this?

Was Blake sick in the head, having hallucinations?

No, that wasn’t it.

"Wait! There’s no need to do that!" Blake panicked, voice pitching high.

Myles paused, fingers hooked into the waistband of Blake’s underwear, his face mere centimeters from the throbbing bulge. "Don’t you want me to?" he asked, eyes locked upward.

Wasn’t this unfair?

"E-eh, I mean..."

Still, he couldn’t lie to himself, the temptation burned too hot. He covered his face with both hands, nodding furiously.

"You can... do it."

Myles wasted no time yanking the underwear down, Blake’s cock springing free: average length, flushed pink, already leaking precum from the tip.

Myles wrapped his fingers around the base, grip firm but unhurried, and dragged his tongue flat along the underside from balls to head.

Blake covered his face again, knees buckling as a shaky whine escaped out of him. Myles circled the tip with his tongue next, lapping up the salty bead of precum. He sucked the head into his mouth inch by torturous inch, lips sealing tight, cheeks hollowing.

Gripping the nearby wall for support wasn’t easy, his legs were trembling so much so that he could barely stand straight, hips twitching forward involuntarily.

’Why so slow? I’m dying here!’

As always, the inside of his mouth was cold, which made the feeling a little weird, but what Blake couldn’t handle was the pace: long, languid strokes of his tongue swirling around the shaft inside, teeth grazing ever so lightly along the sensitive vein.

Myles bobbed shallowly, pulling off to the tip with a wet pop before sinking halfway down again, humming low so the vibrations rattled Blake’s core.

It was agony, pure torturous bliss. Blake’s length throbbed, desperate, balls drawing tight.

He finally got some courage again, and peeked through his fingers, locking eyes with him... those black, unyielding eyes staring straight up.

’The great UD is giving me a blowjob...’

His cock twitched hard in Myles’ mouth, spurting another leak of precum.

He suddenly plunged down fully, throat relaxing to take every inch, nose burying in Blake’s pubes.

Then he sucked, hard. Vacuum-tight pressure, tongue lashing the underside relentlessly, head bobbing faster now, sloppy wet sounds filling the room.

Blake’s world shattered. A choked moan tore from his throat, back arching as overwhelming pleasure crashed over him.

"M-Myles, take it out! I’m close, fuck, super close!" he gasped, hands fisting in Myles’s hair, trying to push him off.

Still, he was completely ignored, the iron grip on his hips wasn’t about to relent.

He deepthroated through the spasms, swallowing around the pulsing length, Blake came undone, hips jerking as ropes of hot cum flooded Myles’s mouth.

Of course, he took it all... gulping rather greedily, not spilling a bit, eyes never leaving Blake’s face until the last twitch faded.

Blake sagged against the wall, panting, lenght softening in the wet coldness of Myles’ mouth. Myles pulled off with a final suck, licking his lips clean.