Chapter 175: DON’T BLAME ME [R18]

Chapter 175: 175: DON’T BLAME ME [R18]

Nyx had one hand wrapped loosely around his own cock—still slick and half-hard from coming earlier, thickening steadily again as he watched June—and lined himself up without pushing in just yet.

His breath grew heavier as the other hand drifted lower. Fingers first. He rubbed over June’s hole with two fingertips, circling the rim slowly, pressing just enough to feel the soft give without entering.

June’s breath hitched. His hole fluttered under the careful touch. "Ah..." he gasped, eyes closing as he muttered, "You really do know how to play, huh?"

Nyx watched his face the entire time, a satisfied little smile curving his mouth. "I’m just trying things out... tell me the second it hurts."

He pressed harder. The tip of one finger slipped inside, slow and deliberate, then withdrew again. A second finger joined, stretching him open with spit and quiet patience.

June’s thighs trembled. He rocked down onto Nyx’s hand without meaning to, chasing the pressure, cock leaking steadily against his stomach. "Mmmm..."

"How does it feel...?" Nyx asked, scissoring his fingers gently, curling them, searching until June’s whole body jerked and a sharp moan tore out of him.

"Feel that?" Nyx murmured, voice rough. "Do you like that...?"

"Mmmm..." June gasped, lost in the sudden rush of intense pleasure.

Nyx kept working him—two fingers, then three, slow and deep—stretching until June was panting and pushing back onto them. Only when June’s hole was soft and slick and taking him easily did Nyx finally pull his fingers free.

June made a needy sound at the sudden emptiness, but Nyx didn’t leave him waiting long.

He bent down, shoulders spreading June’s thighs wider, and replaced his fingers with his mouth.

The first broad lick dragged over June’s hole from bottom to top. June’s entire body jerked hard.

Nyx did it again, slower this time, then pointed his tongue and pushed in, fucking into him with it while one hand held June’s thigh open and the other stroked lightly up the sensitive inside of the other.

"Ah—" June kept his eyes shut tight, panting heavily as the wet heat of pleasure spread through him in waves.

Nyx kissed him there, sucked gently at the rim, licked deeper—messy and thorough. June’s hands fisted the sheets hard enough to strain the fabric. High, wrecked sounds spilled out of him—half moans, half broken words.

"Nyx—please—oh my god—don’t stop—you’re too good—ah..."

Nyx didn’t stop. He ate him out like he was starving, tongue and lips and the occasional scrape of teeth, adding a finger alongside his tongue, then a second, stretching June open while he licked around and into him with relentless focus.

By the end of it June was shaking—hole wet and soft and clenching around nothing every time Nyx pulled back to breathe, cock dripping untouched onto his stomach, thighs trembling in Nyx’s firm grip.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had been this open for anyone. He had almost forgotten how deeply pleasurable the feeling could be.

Then Nyx rose over him again.

He slicked his cock with more spit, lining the flushed, blunt head up against June’s hole. Hot. Ready.

"Can I go in...?"

June’s smile was lustful and flirtatious, his pale, flushed face highlighting every needy feeling. "Show me everything you’ve learned in your search," he whispered, voice breathy. "Fuck me like you mean it."

June’s legs stayed spread wide, knees bent, feet planted firmly on the mattress.

Nyx smiled as he braced one hand beside June’s head, the other guiding himself carefully. Their eyes locked. June’s were glassy, lips parted, chest rising fast.

"I’m coming to show you then..." Nyx’s breath grew heavy as he pushed in.

Slow and steady. The head pressed, then popped past the tight rim with a wet stretch that made June’s mouth fall open on a silent gasp.

"Ah!"

"Okay...?" Nyx checked, concern flickering through his smile.

"Keep going."

Nyx kept going, inch by inch, filling him deeper, the heat and pressure of June’s body closing tightly around him. June’s hands scrambled for purchase—one on Nyx’s forearm, the other clutching the sheets—as the stretch bloomed and Nyx sank all the way in until his hips were flush and there was nowhere left to go.

"Mmmmm... yeah... fuck..."

He stopped there, buried to the hilt, breathing hard against June’s mouth. Their foreheads touched.

June’s hole clenched around him in little involuntary flutters. Nyx stayed still, giving him time, one hand sliding down to stroke June’s side in a slow, grounding pass.

"I’ve got you," Nyx said, voice low and rough. "Breathe. I’ve got you..."

June’s hole clenched around the thick length stretching him open, the initial burn of the first push already melting into a deep, full heat that made his toes curl hard against the sheets.

Nyx’s cock throbbed inside him—hot, heavy, completely bare—and every tiny shift of breath sent bright sparks racing up June’s spine.

"I’m moving..." Nyx muttered before he began.

He pulled back only an inch or two and rocked forward again, slow and careful, letting June feel every ridge and vein as the head dragged along his sensitive walls.

"Ah..." June gasped. The slick slide sounded obscene in the quiet room. His mouth fell open on a soft, broken sound. Nyx did it again, a little deeper this time, hips rolling in a gentle rhythm that never fully left him empty.

The stretch bloomed and eased with each careful thrust. June’s fingers dug into Nyx’s shoulders; he could feel the fine tremor in the muscles under his palms, the way Nyx was holding himself back with visible effort.

"Fuck... you feel—" Nyx’s voice was rough against his mouth. "So tight. So warm."

June moaned aloud as he took him fully. He could only nod, eyes half-lidded, every slow rock of Nyx’s hips lighting him up from the inside out.

"Does it hurt...?" Nyx panted as he continued moving into him.

"Fuck me more..." June could only mutter, needy and breathless. The head of Nyx’s cock nudged deeper on the next stroke and June’s back arched, a helpless little moan spilling free.

Nyx smiled slowly at the plea. "Then don’t blame me for being ruthless..."