Chapter 116: Really, really doomed (M)

Lucien was still reeling from Zephyr’s words.

’You are my first. In everything.’

They echoed in his mind, over and over, drowning out every other thought until he could barely focus on anything else. Even the fact that Zephyr was pressing against him and that they were both completely naked.

Then Zephyr’s hands moved to his thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he grasped them and pulled them further apart.

Lucien’s gaze immediately dropped to the point of contact. His chest rose and fell in uneven heaves, his lips parting as he drew in one shaky puff of breath after another.

He stared at the strong hands on his skin unblinkingly. It was only when one hand slid lower and began rubbing the rim of his hole with slow, testing pressure that he came back to his senses with a start. The sudden touch sent a jolt through his entire body, making his muscles twitch involuntarily.

Panicked, Lucien immediately reached out to grasp the hand between his legs to halt its advance. But as he did, he met a pair of deep, stormy gray eyes staring back at him with such attentiveness that, for a moment, he almost felt as though they could see the wreck he was right now. But he knew they couldn’t. There was no light in those eyes.

At this moment, Zephyr looked as though he were barely clinging to the last shreds of his self-control. The veins standing out along his forehead and his rock-hard length—pointing upward with precum beading at the tip—betrayed the intense strain beneath his superficially composed expression, making Lucien’s heart stumble in his chest.

Zephyr slightly raised a brow, silently questioning what was wrong. The jarring contrast between Zephyr’s measured gaze and the heavy, slick presence pressing down on Lucien immediately made the air between them feel thick and suffocating.

Lucien’s throat felt bone-dry. Still, he licked his lips and forced himself to speak, only to end up stuttering anyway.

"W-Why am I on the bottom?"

Even if he accepted the idea of going all the way with Zephyr, this handsome side character who made his heart palpitate, especially considering how far they had already come and how little chance Lucien had of escaping his current situation, that didn’t mean he was ready for the final step. Not when it involved letting something that big anywhere near his poor, unsuspecting backside. How was that even supposed to work?

Zephyr blinked.

He reached out to take hold of Lucien’s cock, which had long since hardened again. His thumb circled the tip, rubbing it again and again, smearing the oozing precum over the sensitive head as he asked in a deep voice.

"You want to be on top?"

Lucien nearly bit his tongue at the sensation radiating from his lower half.

This damn bastard!

Couldn’t he talk without holding the most sensitive part of Lucien’s body?! Lucien was sure Zephyr was doing it on purpose!

But then his gaze drifted over their bodies, and whatever indignation he had managed to muster quickly crumbled. The difference between them was simply unfair. Zephyr’s larger, stronger frame seemed to dwarf his own body, even though Lucien was not that much shorter than him. Not to mention, he could barely think straight with those hands on him. How was he supposed to take the lead when a mere touch from Zephyr was enough to leave him completely flustered and struggling to hold himself together? The thought alone filled him with despair.

Oh, he was so doomed.

Really, really doomed.

Zephyr remained focused on him, patiently waiting for an answer. Deep down, his greatest desire was to be buried deep inside the person he would gladly give his life for. But if Lucien truly wanted to be on top, Zephyr was willing to let him take the lead. After all, as long as it was Lucien, he really did not mind such things.

Just as Zephyr was considering changing their positions, Lucien abruptly lifted an arm to shield his face, hiding his burning cheeks from view, even though he knew Zephyr could not see. He let out a groan, his fingers curling as though he could somehow will himself out of this predicament.

"Just do whatever you want."

He muttered, his voice muffled beneath his arm.

"I cannot deal with this anymore."

Zephyr paused, his eyes darkening with an intensity that made the air thrum. His lips curled, and for a fleeting second, a thought crossed his mind: Lucien was far too good for him.

Lucien had practically handed him permission to do as he pleased, and Zephyr had no intention of wasting it. He was not about to pass up the chance to have Lucien exactly where he had wanted him all along.

Before Lucien could change his mind or finish mourning the brief, tragic life of his last-ditch plan to save his poor backhole, Zephyr leaned down, swift and decisive, and caught his nipple between his lips.

Lucien’s eyes widened beneath his arm. He immediately sucked in a sharp, ragged breath, his body squirming as he struggled against the overwhelming sensation.

Zephyr’s tongue was relentless, biting and tugging at the bud until the already red bud flushed an even deeper, swollen red.

Lucien clenched his jaw, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as he wondered if he had somehow said the wrong thing by opening his mouth yet again.

With a wet, suctioning sound, Zephyr released the tender bud, already moving to claim the other and do the same with it. He was interrupted by Lucien’s sharp cry.

"Are you done biting?! Dammit—"

Lucien never finished his sentence. His voice died in his throat as he choked on his own saliva when he suddenly felt a slick, damp finger circle the tight rim of his hole before slipping inside without a moment’s hesitation. Lucien’s eyes shook in shock, his breath hitching violently. When the hell had this bastard’s paw—the one that had been toying with his cock just moments ago—found its way to his backside again?!

The sudden intrusion sent a violent jolt through his entire body, leaving him reeling. A strained, broken curse was torn from Lucien’s throat.

"Fuck!"

The finger inside him felt long and thick, probing and stroking with a measured rhythm. Each movement was a struggle, and the sharp edge of a nail even accidentally grazed against his sensitive walls, leaving a stinging sensation that made him wince. Lucien had never allowed anything into that place before, so the sudden intrusion was anything but pleasant.

Only the relentless biting and tugging at his other nipple provided a slight distraction from the ache below. But then, Zephyr had the audacity to murmur against his chest, his voice vibrating through Lucien’s skin.

"It’s a little dry."

Lucien wanted to curse again. Of course it’s dry, you motherfucker! Did Zephyr honestly think he would just produce lube or some kind of slick on his own?! Lucien didn’t have time to dwell on it, though, because Zephyr suddenly released his chest and retreated to grip Lucien’s thigh with his free hand.

What happened next made Lucien’s mind completely short-circuit. Zephyr ducked his head and began licking him—directly and shamelessly, using his tongue to coat the tight entrance with warm saliva. He didn’t seem remotely embarrassed by what he was doing, acting as though preparing Lucien like this was the most natural thing in the world.

He didn’t even remove his finger. Instead, he shifted it aside to make room for his tongue.

Lucien’s eyes flew wide open, his mind going completely blank as a horrified sound escaped him. Who was he? Where was he? What the hell was going on? His already moist, red eyes grew even more red-rimmed as he strained his neck to look down at the person nestled between his legs. The sight alone was enough to make his head spin, and the sensation of Zephyr’s restless tongue inside his body, accompanied by the hot breath brushing over his skin, was so overwhelming that he almost felt as though his nose were about to start dripping blood.

And just when Lucien thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse, Zephyr added another finger.

The saliva trickling down Zephyr’s tongue eased the movement of his fingers as he worked them in and out, each time going a little deeper than before.

White sparks burst behind Lucien’s eyelids. The wet, slick sounds coming from below, coupled with the movements of Zephyr’s tongue and fingers, gradually drowned out the stinging discomfort he had felt earlier. His cock twitched, leaking more precum, until pleasure was all he could focus on.

A strangled moan slipped past Lucien’s lips when Zephyr’s finger brushed against a particularly sensitive spot. As though struck by a jolt of electricity, Lucien’s toes curled into the soft bedding beneath him, and his body arched involuntarily.

Zephyr immediately stilled at the sound. It was different—far different from anything Lucien had let slip until now, and it sent a delicious shiver down Zephyr’s spine.

Lucien immediately clamped his jaw shut, wishing he could disappear into thin air after hearing the sound he had just made. His thoughts spiraled into utter confusion.

What was that?

What the fuck was that feeling?!

He didn’t have time to figure it out. The very next second, Zephyr began targeting that same spot again and again. Every stroke, rub, and movement made Lucien shudder, his composure crumbling as helpless cries spilled from his lips.

"S-Stop a second—what is... Fuck!"