Chapter 120: I won’t move (Slight M)

Lucien froze, taking a moment to process what the person holding him had just said.

And when the meaning finally sank in, the flush on his face deepened, spreading all the way to his neck and the tips of his ears.

’Only Cien is good to me.’

The words echoed in his mind, repeating themselves until he could hardly think of anything else. It took him considerable effort to snap back to his senses, only to realize that Zephyr had gone from rubbing their noses together to affectionately nuzzling his cheek against Lucien’s face.

Lucien knew perfectly well that he had approached Zephyr with ulterior motives.

He had been good to this man because Zephyr was the only person who could help him return home. Their relationship had begun out of necessity, and Lucien had never intended to let it become anything more complicated than that.

But to think this man could say something like that without even blinking!

It was undeniably cheesy, yet there was something disarmingly sincere about it. Zephyr had placed an astonishing amount of trust in him, seemingly relying on him without a shred of hesitation. And that realization stirred a faint sense of guilt in Lucien’s chest.

Feeling increasingly uncomfortable under Zephyr’s affectionate nuzzling, Lucien finally turned his face away, putting an end to the man’s shameless cheek-rubbing.

"Anyway, I will guide you. But..."

His voice suddenly took on a threatening edge.

"You are not allowed to move! If you move even an inch, we are done!"

Zephyr immediately stilled. Even the hand resting on Lucien’s waist, which had been stealthily inching lower in an apparent attempt to cop a feel, came to an abrupt halt.

After a brief pause, he nodded.

"Okay. I won’t move."

If only his gaze did not look so aggrieved and reluctant.

Lucien narrowed his eyes at him, silently hoping Zephyr would remember his words once the guiding began. Knowing that this guy had a hundred-percent compatibility rate with all guides, Lucien had little doubt that the moment their wavelengths connected, they would both be swept away by overwhelming pleasure. And if Zephyr started getting any ideas in the middle of it, Lucien was going to be in serious trouble.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, mentally preparing himself for what was to come. Then, wrapping his arms around Zephyr’s shoulders, he buried his face in the crook of the other man’s neck.

The next instant, he activated his guiding wavelength.

A sudden jolt, almost like an electric current passing through their bodies, made them both shudder. Zephyr’s arms tightened instinctively around Lucien’s waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh at his back as an intense wave of euphoria surged through him.

Yet, true to his word, he did his best to remain still.

The effort was written all over his face. A vein throbbed at his temple, and his jaw clenched as he struggled to keep his body under control, resisting every instinct urging him to roam his hands all over Lucien.

Lucien was hardly faring any better.

He bit down on his lower lip, desperately trying to suppress the embarrassing sounds threatening to escape as waves of sensation coursed through his body. The connection was far more intense than he had anticipated, especially with both of them naked and holding each other so closely. To make matters worse, the longer he sustained his guiding wavelength, the faster his energy seemed to drain away.

Damn it!

He was only an A-rank guide. How was he supposed to fully guide an SSS-rank Esper with such limited power?

At this rate, he would exhaust himself long before he could stabilize Zephyr’s mana!

Grinding his teeth, Lucien finally pulled back just enough to find Zephyr’s lips. Then, without giving himself time to reconsider, he leaned forward and kissed him.

His guiding energy wasn’t enough, so he had to use physical guiding. Otherwise, he was sure he would be drained dry in no time!

Zephyr blinked in surprise at the sudden kiss, but the moment he realized what Lucien was doing, he responded immediately. He tilted his head slightly, his mouth slotting over Lucien’s as he forced his lips apart to deepen the kiss. After all, it was Lucien who had initiated it; Zephyr hadn’t moved at all.

The kiss instantly turned unhinged. It was messy and unrefined—teeth grazed lips, tongues tangled with a frantic rhythm, and the slick, wet sounds of their mouths colliding filled the small space between them. Zephyr’s tongue pushed deep, exploring Lucien’s mouth with a possessive heat that left them both breathless and reeling.

Amidst the frenzy, it was actually Lucien who began moving his hips, a slow, involuntary grind against Zephyr. His mind had gone completely muddled, unable to process the overwhelming pleasure flooding his senses. Zephyr let out a low groan into Lucien’s mouth as their cocks rubbed together, and he pulled him even closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together.

Yet, despite every nerve screaming at him to thrust back, Zephyr held himself steady, letting Lucien set the pace and do whatever he wanted. After all, he had said he wouldn’t move. So, when a hoarse, aggrieved moan slipped from Lucien’s lips—a sound born from his inability to keep grinding his hips because his body was already too exhausted from what had happened earlier—Zephyr nearly lost control entirely.

He watched Lucien melt into a puddle of water in his arms as Lucien reached his fourth orgasm. This time, the fluid that escaped him was thin and translucent, almost watery. Lucien’s entire body trembled violently. Amidst the euphoric haze of pleasure, by the time Lucien finally stopped guiding Zephyr, his mind was slipping in and out of consciousness. He only registered the sensation of someone kneading his rounded buttocks and washing his body with warm water before he finally drifted off, falling asleep in Zephyr’s arms with a tired yet comfortable expression.

Zephyr leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the forehead of the person dozing in his arms. Lucien stirred faintly, his exhausted body curling instinctively toward the warmth. With one hand still supporting him, Zephyr reached behind himself and tugged at the flowing curtains surrounding the bed-like structure. The fabric came loose beneath his fingers, and he climbed back onto the platform. After gently wiping the moisture from Lucien’s body, he pulled down the remaining curtains and wrapped him up like a little bundle. Fortunately, the chamber was filled with steam, keeping the surroundings warm so Lucien wouldn’t feel cold.

As Zephyr lowered him onto the bed, Lucien let out a faint, muffled sound of protest. Even half-asleep, he seemed reluctant to leave the embrace that had held him so securely for so long. His fingers twitched as though searching for something to hold on to, but before he could stir any further, he sank back into slumber.

Zephyr couldn’t help but chuckle.

Naturally, he received no response.

Shaking his head fondly, Zephyr turned his attention to the storage ring on Lucien’s finger. It was the same ring he had obtained from a demon and later given to Lucien. Apparently, Lucien had never taken it off. Zephyr had felt it against his skin earlier, when they had been entangled together, but he had been far too preoccupied to give it much thought.

Now, however, he had a more practical concern. They both needed clothes. Remaining naked for so long was hardly ideal.

He reached into the ring and began searching through its contents, expecting to find a change of clothes. Although he could sense the items stored inside, he couldn’t see them, which made finding what he needed somewhat difficult. As he searched, he also noticed several unfamiliar items tucked away in a corner of the otherwise neatly organized storage space, items he did not remember sensing when he had given the ring to Lucien.

Zephyr paused and glanced at the sleeping figure on the bed.

It seemed Lucien had stored some of his own necessities inside the ring alongside the other belongings. The realization brought a faint smile to Zephyr’s lips.

After finally locating some suitable clothes, Zephyr returned to Lucien’s side. He carefully dressed him in a loose set of fresh clothes, taking extra care not to disturb his sleep, before pulling on a pair of trousers and a shirt himself. Then, he looked down at Lucien, who remained peacefully asleep beneath the gathered curtains, and felt a quiet sense of satisfaction.

Before leaving, Zephyr checked the dome surrounding the chamber one last time to ensure everything was in order. Only then did he make his way toward the gate through which he had tossed out Onicus earlier. He pushed it open quietly, only to be greeted by a familiar yet dark and furious voice right beside his ear.

"So, you’re finally done?"

Onicus floated nearby, glaring at him. Sensing the sheer satisfaction and contentment radiating from Zephyr, the little dragon gritted its teeth in barely concealed fury.

Zephyr didn’t even spare him a glance. Instead, he asked calmly.

"What is this place?"

As he spoke, he extended his psychokinesis in every direction, carefully probing his surroundings. After being guided, his mana had almost completely recovered. His entire body felt refreshed, and the serene energy coursing through him filled him with a renewed sense of vitality. He almost felt like going out to fight some monsters.