Chapter 115: You misunderstood (M)

Lucien’s eyes were completely glazed as he took in the sight before him, his dark lashes trembling as though he were caught in a trance, casting faint shadows over his heated cheeks. Amidst the swirling warmth of the mist around them, their naked bodies pressed close together as Zephyr moved forward, settling between Lucien’s legs.

The first thought that crossed Lucien’s muddled mind wasn’t that he should be ashamed of staring so shamelessly at Zephyr or that he should find a way to cover his own body. Rather, he was overwhelmed by how blindingly enticing the sight before him was, leaving him utterly entranced.

His breathing quickened as his gaze traveled down Zephyr’s sharp jawline to his sculpted collarbones, then lower, lingering briefly on his lean yet powerful waist, defined by taut muscles, before tracing the contours of his well-shaped hips.

Finally, Lucien’s gaze came to rest on that familiar, intimidating length, darker and thicker than his own, its surface marked by prominent veins. His Adam’s apple bobbed nervously as alarm bells rang in his head. It seemed he really needed to learn when to keep his loud mouth shut, especially in situations like this, when his daring words only managed to make matters more dangerous.

However, Zephyr gave him no time to dwell on his regrets. He grabbed Lucien by the neck and pulled him forward before crashing their lips together. His tongue delved deep, and he began grinding his erection against Lucien’s, driving him toward delirium. To make matters worse, Zephyr reached out with his other hand to wrap his fingers around Lucien’s cock once again. He ignored his own arousal, focusing entirely on Lucien as he broke the wet kiss to trace a path down his jaw, leaving a slick trail in his wake.

Lucien gasped, his legs instinctively wrapping around Zephyr’s waist for purchase. Zephyr’s lips traveled down toward his collarbones, leaving faint red marks on the flushed skin. The hand at Lucien’s neck glided down to knead his chest before gripping his waist tightly. His mouth found one of the nipples that had perked up in the warm air, giving it a light lick before biting down slowly.

Lucien was already sensitive from what had happened earlier, so the moment Zephyr’s teeth grazed his nipple, he bit hard on his lower lip to stifle the shameful sounds that almost slipped from his throat. The sensation was too much, too intense, and he felt himself shudder, immediately releasing all over Zephyr’s hand.

Zephyr was surprised. He released his hold on the nipple with a wet pop and looked up. It was a pity he couldn’t see the utterly captivating state of the person beneath him.

Still reeling from the aftermath, Lucien heard the man above him ask hoarsely.

"Did it feel good?"

Lucien replied weakly, still in a daze.

"It did... the best..."

Only after the words left his mouth did Lucien realize what he had just admitted, nearly choking on his own breath. Zephyr chuckled, his fingers, still slick with Lucien’s release, gripping his thigh. Yet, beneath his playful demeanor, only Zephyr knew that he was nervous too—nervous that Lucien might not want to go all the way.

He knew that if he told Lucien how corrupted his mana was at that moment and how desperately he needed guiding, Lucien would let him do whatever he wanted. After all, Lucien was so good to him, so kind. But that was not what Zephyr wanted. He did not want their first time to happen under the influence of guiding or under any other circumstances where Lucien’s willingness might stem from something other than genuine affection and desire for him.

So, instead of revealing the truth, Zephyr deliberately played the part of the aggrieved party, rubbing his face against Lucien’s chest and stomach as though seeking comfort, hoping to coax an answer out of him.

"Then... we can continue, right?"

Zephyr’s erection pressed hard against Lucien’s length, which was still so sensitive from his earlier release, making him shiver. As if that weren’t enough, Zephyr’s stained fingers traveled down from his thigh toward the entrance of his hole, tugging at the rim to make his intentions unmistakably clear.

Lucien was still trying to calm himself, and amidst the heavy, feverish touches that left him dizzy, he was genuinely bewildered by the sudden change in attitude of the person above him. Wasn’t this the same guy who, only moments ago, had been taking charge with such raw, unapologetic dominance? Then why was he suddenly acting as though he were the one being wronged, as if Lucien had forced him into something and was now refusing to take responsibility for it?!

What was even going on inside this side character’s head?! One moment, he was acting so boldly, and the next, he was stopping to ask Lucien for permission like some overly cautious gentleman! And why the hell did he keep hitting the brakes at the most unexpected moments, leaving Lucien, who had already mentally prepared himself for what was coming, even more flustered and anxious?! Could he not make up his mind about what he wanted for once instead of springing such unexpected questions on Lucien and putting him through this emotional roller coaster?!

Lucien was so exasperated that he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Do you even know how to?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Lucien froze. A bead of cold sweat trickled down his temple. Great. Apparently, his habit of running his mouth before thinking was never going to be cured.

The irony was that Lucien had actually intended to use their lack of experience as an excuse to stall for time and, if things got too heated, find a way to flee the situation altogether before the last step. Lucien had planned to say something along the lines of, ’We should probably figure out how to do this properly before we go any further.’

But somehow, when the moment finally came, his carefully prepared excuse had turned into a challenge instead.

Zephyr’s eyes flickered. He could practically feel the panic radiating from Lucien, who seemed to have realized a little too late that he had once again said the wrong thing.

Zephyr suppressed a chuckle.

He almost said, ’How adorable.’

But he swallowed the words before they could escape. Instead, he simply replied.

"I know."

Lucien was stunned by the unexpected response, his mind thrown into disarray. Then, for some inexplicable reason, he found himself growing furious. He knew he was being unreasonable, but the thought that this was his first time while Zephyr already had experience was enough to make him lose control of his tongue.

He sneered sourly.

"So you have experience?"

He forced himself to calm down before adding.

"I was wondering why you were so good at this."

Zephyr blinked.

Was Lucien jealous?

At last, he could no longer contain the laughter rumbling in his throat. Burying his face deeper against Lucien, he let out a laugh, his shoulders shaking ever so slightly.

Lucien barely had time to process his reaction before Zephyr suddenly slipped his arms beneath him and lifted him up completely.

"!"

The sudden movement caught Lucien completely off guard. Instinctively, he grabbed onto Zephyr’s shoulders, his legs wrapping even tighter around him, only to groan when their naked bodies pressed together. For one disorienting moment, he could only stare at Zephyr, too startled to decide whether he should protest or demand an explanation. His heart gave a sudden, traitorous lurch.

What was this guy doing now?!

Before Lucien could gather his wits enough to ask, Zephyr used his psychokinesis to climb onto the bed-like structure. He then carefully laid Lucien down, using his ability to push aside the strange assortment of scattered objects covering the oddly constructed platform, which was lined with soft bedding. None of the objects were familiar to him, and he could not begin to guess what they were for.

Lucien remained frozen for a moment, still trying to recover from the abrupt change in position. His fingers lingered on Zephyr’s shoulders, and he realized with a jolt that he had been holding on to him far more tightly than necessary. He quickly loosened his grip, hoping Zephyr had not noticed.

Of course, that was wishful thinking. Zephyr seemed to notice everything, especially the things Lucien desperately wished he would overlook.

Then Zephyr leaned over him, his gaze heated. Kneeling between Lucien’s legs, he lowered his head and whispered near his ear.

"You misunderstood. This is my first time."

Lucien’s breath caught.

For a moment, he simply stared at Zephyr, struggling to make sense of what he had just heard. His earlier sourness, the embarrassment of having let it slip, and the lingering shock of lying amidst so many sex toys all tangled together, leaving him barely able to decide which emotion to deal with first.

Fortunately, fortunately, Zephyr could not see those damn things! That was the only thing that brought him a little bit of relief.

Still, he really wanted to go and kill the owner of this bathing chamber! Why did he need so much strange and bizarre stuff?!

Wonderful. Just wonderful.

Before Lucien could respond, Zephyr paused, his gaze deepening as he added.

"You are my first. In everything."