Chapter 119: Let me help you (M)

Finally, with a low grunt, Zephyr lowered himself to hover above Lucien, bracing his weight on his forearm to avoid crushing him. His other hand remained wrapped around himself, and with a shuddering exhale, he released directly into his palm.

Lucien’s eyes remained fixed on him. He watched every detail: how Zephyr’s entire frame tightened, his muscles cording with the sheer force of it; how the thick, white liquid shot into Zephyr’s palm—which had moved to cover the tip of his cock—before slowly trickling down the gaps between his fingers.

Then, it hit him.

The warm, viscous fluid landed directly on Lucien’s cock, which twitched even more sharply in response, before spreading across his stomach. The sudden sensation made Lucien tremble instinctively, his breath hitching in a broken gasp as the slick warmth pooled against his skin.

And in that moment, with Lucien’s mind completely scattered, Zephyr leaned down to chuckle near his ear, whispering softly.

"Cien, you’re hard."

Lucien blinked. When the words finally registered, mortification washed over him so intensely that he even forgot to ask the most obvious question: how the hell did Zephyr know? He could not see. Nor was he touching him. Yet somehow, he had still sensed his state. Instinctively, Lucien tried to squeeze his legs together, desperate to hide the evidence of his own arousal, only to find himself unable to do so with Zephyr positioned between them.

Damn it!

He really could not do this anymore!

As if Lucien’s panic had done nothing to deter him, Zephyr lowered his voice to an enticing murmur against his ear.

"Let me help you."

Lucien’s reaction was immediate.

"NO!"

He shouted, the word cracking with a hint of desperation. He was not an idiot! This bastard really had a way of muddling his thoughts and making it impossible for him to think straight! So Lucien knew better than to let him have his way again! He had already been pushed to his limits, and if they continued, he genuinely feared he might lose what little control he had left!

Zephyr blinked and turned his head to stare at Lucien’s face. Almost as if by accident, his lower body pressed against the person beneath him, making him shudder. Then he had the audacity to let out a soft, nasal sound that tugged at Lucien’s heartstrings.

"Hmm?"

Hearing the almost spoiled sound, Lucien was so angry that he grabbed Zephyr’s face with his weak hands and squished it. Only then did he feel somewhat better. Watching the good-looking face distort beneath his fingers, he managed to gather his thoughts amid the satisfaction swelling in his heart.

Glaring at Zephyr, he used his mana to conjure a small ball of water in his mouth to moisten his throat, which was so dry, before speaking through gritted teeth.

"That’s enough! Are you an animal in heat? Have some moderation! I cannot do it anymore!"

Zephyr felt Lucien’s hands on his face. Without stopping him, he asked, his voice sounding almost genuinely concerned.

"But aren’t you uncomfortable?"

Lucien immediately snapped. He might have believed Zephyr was actually worried if the man’s cock had not started raising its head against his abdomen again! This man was truly a beast in sheep’s clothing!

No, not even a sheep! Lucien had been completely played from the very start!

"No buts! We are done for today!"

Zephyr paused, seemingly giving his words some serious thought. Lucien’s heart sank the moment he caught the glint that flickered in those gray eyes. It took him a painful second to realize the implications of his own words.

Done for today?

That meant there would be a tomorrow!

A next time!

Fuck!

Lucien wanted to travel back in time and slap himself for uttering such absolute nonsense. His pulse hammered against his ribs. But before he could even begin to wallow in regret, Zephyr let out a faint sigh above him and finally caught both of Lucien’s hands, which were still toying with his face even amidst Lucien’s inner panic.

"Okay."

Zephyr mused, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk.

"Let’s stop for today."

With that, Zephyr suddenly wrapped his arms around Lucien’s waist again. Startled by the unexpected movement, Lucien barely had time to react before Zephyr lifted him from the bedding. Immediately, their bodies pressed flush together, and the warm trickle of liquid that oozed out of Lucien’s entrance and began running down his thighs only added to his alarm.

"What are you doing?!"

Zephyr paid little attention to the hands clenching against his shoulders. Instead, he gathered Lucien securely into his arms and answered in a calm, matter-of-fact tone, as though he were not saying something that might make Lucien want to faint on the spot.

"We need to clean you up. I heard that if you do not clean that place properly after sex, you will feel unwell."

Lucien froze.

Was this really this guy’s first time?! Then why was he so knowledgeable about all this? And, more importantly, why was he the one doing the cleaning when Lucien could perfectly well do it himself?!

Before Lucien could voice any of these questions, Zephyr had already carried him away from the bed-like platform and toward the bathing area. The chamber’s knee-deep water rippled around Zephyr’s long legs as he stepped in, barely making a sound.

He lowered Lucien carefully into the warm water, which was still curling with steam.

A shiver ran through Lucien as the water enveloped his body, and for a brief moment, he almost relaxed. The warmth soothed his exhausted muscles, and the water offered a welcome reprieve from the stickiness clinging to his skin.

But then Lucien groaned, his teeth sinking into the shoulder of the person holding him in a sharp, angry bite. His back arched as he felt a sudden, invasive touch at his entrance. Without hesitation, two fingers slipped inside, probing and stretching his already soft, sensitive opening to clean it.

Zephyr did not even flinch at the bite, as if he had already grown accustomed to Lucien’s teeth. He simply continued tending to him, his movements careful and unhurried, as though he were performing the most ordinary task in the world. If it were not for the rigid length of his cock pressing hard against their abdomens, his calm expression might have been convincing.

Lucien endured the sensation for a while, but a sharp, involuntary hitch escaped his lips when Zephyr’s fingers bumped directly against his prostate. He narrowed his eyes darkly, his breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts.

Was this bastard deliberately testing his patience? For some inexplicable reason, Zephyr seemed to be taking far too long.

He was so, so done with this man!

But in the end, Lucien just gritted his teeth and endured it, telling himself that the fingers were much better than having Zephyr ram his cock inside him.

By the time Zephyr finally finished, Lucien’s resistance had completely crumbled. His entire body had gone limp, melting into a soft, heavy puddle of water against Zephyr’s chest, his muscles too drained and overstimulated to hold any more tension.

Just as Lucien closed his eyes, drifting in and out of a hazy stupor and on the verge of falling asleep, the person holding him spoke again. This time, however, his words were so utterly infuriating that Lucien genuinely wanted to strangle him.

"Cien. I think I need guiding."

Lucien’s eyes immediately flew open.

With considerable difficulty, he lifted his head to glare at Zephyr, only to freeze when he sensed the faint crackle of dark, violent mana surrounding the other man’s body.

It was weak. Almost imperceptible. But Lucien knew exactly what it meant. If Zephyr’s mana continued to deteriorate without proper guiding, it would only be a matter of time before he lost control and went berserk.

This fucking bastard!

Lucien stared at him in disbelief, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten beneath the surge of anger.

"Did you not receive guiding at the Association?! I remember those bastards would not even let me see you when I went to check on you! They told me you would be treated and given guiding! So what the hell is going on?!"

His voice rose with every sentence, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

He had known the Association was a nest of incompetent bastards, but he had at least assumed they could handle something as basic as this. Apparently, even that had been too much to ask.

"I knew those people were useless! Damn it! And why did you not tell me this earlier, when we were having sex?! You could have simply told me you needed guiding, and I would have taken care of it then! Do you have any idea how much trouble you could have saved me?!"

Zephyr listened to him without interrupting. He simply held Lucien securely against his chest, allowing him to unleash every last bit of his frustration. Only when Lucien finally ran out of breath did Zephyr lower his eyes.

Of course, the Association had assigned a guide to guide him. The problem was that he did not like it, so he had simply walked away and gone looking for Lucien instead. And looking at everything that happened next, he really did not regret it. Instead, he felt satisfied.

He had no intention of mentioning that little detail, though.

Instead, Zephyr leaned forward and gently rubbed his nose against Lucien’s.

"Yes, they are not good."

He paused for a moment before adding, his tone suddenly earnest.

"Only Cien is good to me."