Chapter 92: You need to breathe (M)

The pleading softness in Lucien’s voice made Zephyr’s heartbeat stutter, and a shuddering breath escaped his lips.

He wrapped his hand around the hard length he had touched earlier and began stroking it with deliberate, measured strength, drawing a low moan from the person above him. His own breathing grew hoarse when he heard Lucien gasp and tremble. Lucien’s hands instinctively reached down to grab Zephyr’s hair, burying Zephyr’s face against his neck.

Zephyr didn’t pause. He leaned closer, pressing his lips to Lucien’s throat before kissing and lightly sucking at his Adam’s apple. His other hand slipped beneath Lucien’s shirt, his palm brushing over his waist and lingering against the hot skin there. It wasn’t as smooth as a woman’s, but neither was it as rough as his own. His fingers traveled higher, eventually reaching the familiar soft bud on Lucien’s chest—the one he hadn’t been able to touch to his heart’s content when Lucien had been guiding him outside the dungeon.

Lucien’s arms tightened around his head, moans and gasps slipping from his lips.

"Ugh... too... much..."

His mind was buzzing. His body was being assaulted from every direction, and the faint, enticing scent of musk that seemed to radiate from Zephyr didn’t help either. Zephyr’s hand had been cool at first, but after moving up and down for a while, it soon heated up, becoming almost scorching against his length.

Lucien felt as though he couldn’t catch his breath, his throat parched as if he were dying of thirst, completely dependent on Zephyr for relief. And after all that, Zephyr had to hum softly against his neck before speaking in a low, seductive voice.

"Your cock is leaking. So cute."

Lucien gasped, unable to believe those dirty words had come from the mouth of the person below him, who was always so innocent and well-behaved around him.

He couldn’t last much longer beneath Zephyr’s relentless onslaught. With a shuddering cry, he released all over Zephyr’s palm. His mind went blank from the overwhelming pleasure for a moment—it was simply too much to bear.

A faint thought slipped into his mind.

It wasn’t as though Lucien had never masturbated before. He had. But it had never felt this intense, this intoxicating, almost as if his soul had flown out of his body, only to be abruptly plunged back into reality.

Lucien sniffled and leaned down to bite Zephyr’s ear, but accidentally caught the area with the scar on his right earlobe between his teeth, leaving behind a clear ring of teeth marks.

Zephyr hissed and, in retaliation, pinched the bud beneath his hand before lightly scratching it with his nail. His voice came out raspy against Lucien’s neck.

"Are you a dog? Why bite so much?"

Lucien didn’t respond. The heat in his lower abdomen had lessened somewhat, but it hadn’t disappeared completely. It was still there, lingering beneath the surface.

As a hint of clarity returned to his mind, shame immediately flooded over him. He wanted to strangle himself. What had he just done? How could he behave so wantonly simply because of the side effects of those Mana Berries?

Someone, please come and bury him ten feet underground, because he couldn’t even lift his face anymore.

Zephyr noticed his sudden change in mood. He kissed Lucien’s neck soothingly and gently caressed the buds on his chest that had perked up from his earlier ravaging.

"It’s okay. It felt good, right?"

Of course, his deliberate actions only made Lucien’s length rise again in his palm, and a breathy chuckle escaped Zephyr.

This time, however, Zephyr didn’t stroke him immediately. Instead, he reached down and pulled Lucien’s pants and briefs together, freeing his length.

Lucien’s eyes contracted, and he shuddered when the cold air of the chamber brushed against his sensitive flesh. His vision suddenly tilted as Zephyr grabbed him firmly by the waist and sat up with him, settling Lucien onto his thighs before reaching around to pull his legs around his waist.

At that moment, Lucien’s mind cleared with startling clarity. He knew exactly what was happening, yet no sound escaped his throat—it was as if his voice had been stolen. The next instant, the sudden sound of a zipper being pulled down between them shattered the silence, and Lucien froze completely when something hot, big, and hard sprang free against his stomach. It pressed firmly against his length with not a single barrier between them.

Lucien’s eyelashes shook as he lowered his head with difficulty, only to swallow hard at the sight before him. For a moment, he wished the chamber were completely dark rather than dimly lit, so he wouldn’t have to see what he had just done.

The sight before him was too glaring. The rock-hard length pressing against his own made Lucien’s breath seize completely. For a moment, he simply forgot how to breathe. Unlike his own, Zephyr’s cock was enormous, thick veins tracing its surface as if it were on the verge of bursting, the tip already slick with precum.

Lucien’s gaze remained locked below as Zephyr captured one of his hands, wrapping it around both their lengths. Zephyr began guiding him, his own palm enveloping Lucien’s as they moved together in a steady rhythm. With each passing second, the motion grew more intense, more urgent. The sensation was so overwhelming, so foreign, that Lucien felt as if the hand gripped tightly in Zephyr’s grasp didn’t even belong to him.

Zephyr’s breathing grew heavy. He sensed the quiet trembling of the person sitting on him. His other hand reached up, sliding two fingers between Lucien’s teeth to fiddle with his tongue.

"Cien."

He rasped hoarsely.

"You need to breathe."

Only then did Lucien remember to inhale. He snapped his head up, his reddened blue eyes colliding with those gray ones—staring down at him with a devastating mix of pure affection and raw desire that made him feel guilty yet also made his heart race wildly. The heat in his face intensified, a flush spreading from his cheeks down to his chest, sending a shiver through his tailbone.

Zephyr looked... impossibly enticing, dangerously handsome in the dim light.

At that moment, Lucien actually wanted to lean forward, to slip his tongue into Zephyr’s tightly pressed lips, but the fingers still tangled with his tongue made it impossible.

He could only let out broken, helpless moans as he grabbed Zephyr’s shoulder with his free hand, his fingers almost digging into his flesh. Every time he tried to swallow the moans back, they escaped as sharp, needy sounds. A thin trail of saliva escaped the corner of his mouth, tracing a path down his jaw and dripping onto the tangled lengths below.