CHAPTER 386: CONFUSING [M]

For a moment, Lane’s vision went blank. His eyes widened, but the white sheets and the scattered petals that were in front of him only became more blurry.

"Ah!" he cried out loudly, grasping onto the sheets.

"Ugh..." Damien groaned in response. His cock was already all the way in. Just like Lane had told him to do, he went ’straight in’. Now that he was inside, though, he paused, to give Lane some time to adjust and get used to it. "Are you... Are you alright?" he muttered with difficulty, his voice strained from holding himself back. He had thought that he couldn’t wait any longer earlier, but it could get even harder, as it turned out... Now that Lane’s inner walls were squeezing him from all sides, he felt as if he was losing his mind. Still, he endured.

Lane didn’t answer him. He was just breathing heavily, his head hanging low, his lashes fluttering...

Was he alright? It was hard to tell. It did hurt a bit... But Lane had experienced all sorts of excruciating pain before. From simple injuries like broken bones, through poisoning, losing limbs, and being slashed and stabbed, all the way to being half-eaten alive, or burned to death. Compared to that, and with his body’s superior pain tolerance, being penetrated by Damien’s cock, no matter how big it was, was more like a light prickling.

It wasn’t the pain that put Lane in this state, though. Pain he could endure, but... When Damien had thrust his cock in, he had hit Lane’s prostate.

And that was a whole other sensation to deal with. Lane had already gotten a taste of it when Damien had been preparing him with his fingers, but with his cock, it was just... different. Feeling Damien within him was both ecstatic, but also unbearable... Lane wanted the sensation to disappear, but at the same time, he wanted it to never end at all.

It was deeply confusing. Lane was on the verge of having an identity crisis.

"Ugh..." Damien let out a low, guttural groan, tightening his grip on Lane’s hips. Although he still remained unmoving, waiting for a ’go ahead’ from Lane before he could continue, Lane stimulated him by squeezing and relaxing his rectum. Lane probably wasn’t aware of it himself, but his unconscious actions were driving Damien crazy. "Does... it hurt?" he tried asking again.

Still no answer. Lane was currently incapable of any coherent thought processes. He didn’t even seem to realize that he was supposed to answer the question.

It was only after Damien’s third attempt, when the man asked, "Should I pull it out?" that there was finally a reaction.

"No!" Lane cried out, tugging on the sheets with even more force.

Damien blinked, a bit startled. He didn’t expect such an... extreme reaction. Was it Lane’s pride that made it impossible for him to back down, or was it that he was truly enjoying himself so much?

Well, judging by his groans, he must have enjoyed himself at least a little bit. Lane wasn’t the type to fake pleasure just to make him feel better. Rather, he would have given him tips as to what to do so that it would feel good. So, Damien took it as a good sign, and asked, "Can I... move... now?"

"Mhn..." Lane moaned in response.

Was that a ’yes’? It seemed so. Damien let out a shaky breath, and slowly pulled back, before thrusting deep into Lane’s insides again.

"Ah!" Lane gasped. His back curved, as he tried to adjust himself. There wasn’t much he could do in this position, just wiggle his ass a bit, his buttocks rubbing against Damien’s hips.

Damien couldn’t help but bite his lip. He had never seen Lane like that before, with his slender, but toned pale back glistening with sweat curving right underneath him. It was... exciting. Beautiful. Simply stunning. Even if it was just for tonight, he was glad that he got to experience it. He wanted to cherish this moment for as long as he could... Unfortunately, it would be impossible to take it slowly. He would probably completely lose his mind and blank out if he even attempted it. So, holding onto Lane’s hips securely, he started moving, back and forth, trying to change the angle of his thrusts, and observing Lane’s reaction, to see what worked the best. Although it was supposed to be his ’present’, he wanted to make sure that both of them ended up satisfied... At least as satisfied as Lane could be when bottoming.

He focused all of his attention on thrusting. Initially, when he had flipped Lane over, he had planned to give the man a handjob at the same time... But it was more difficult than he had thought. Perhaps because it was his first time being the top, but simply moving inside of Lane already consumed too much of his attention. If he were to try to do two things at once, he might end up not doing any of them well enough...

Thankfully, either Damien was doing an amazing job, or Lane was simply very receptive to anal stimulation, because every now and then, as Damien’s cock hit the sensitive point, he let out a loud moan, gripping onto the sheets harder and harder. His waist was trembling, his breathing was quick and shallow, and...

RIIIIP!

A loud ripping noise suddenly disturbed the harmonious concert of groans and moans, grunts and gasps, wet sloshing, and rhythmic noise of flesh slapping onto flesh... The fitted sheets on the bed had finally lost the battle against Lane’s pulling, and were ripped apart. Lane’s upper body momentarily fell down a bit, as he suddenly lost balance after losing the resistance from the sheets. He didn’t even spare the poor sheets a thought, though, and dug his fingers into the mattress instead.

Damien didn’t care about the fate of the sheets either. It was hardly the right time to worry about the damaged sheets, when he was getting closer and closer to the climax, with Lane moaning and crying out underneath him. Even as more ripping sounds followed, and pieces of the mattress filling joined the scattered rose petals on the bed, he didn’t stop, and only increased the speed...

"Ah!" All of a sudden, Lane let out a sharp cry. His back curved down, his hips shooting up, and slapping onto Damien’s hips with even more force... As a string of thick liquid shot straight onto the mattress.

Lane had cum, for the second time that night. This time, only from the anal stimulation. And even faster than Damien!

"Haaaah..." A sigh escaped his lungs, as the tension left his body. His shoulders slouched down, as he rested on his forearms, his ass still up in the air, as Damien continued thrusting. He was also almost done, and a moment later, his abdomen trembled, as he ejaculated inside Lane... (Or, well, in a condom inside Lane, but that was not the point.) He threw his head back, his lashes fluttering, as his eyes rolled back, his hands still holding onto Lane’s hips...

Until eventually, the tension left him. He withdrew his cock from Lane, and dropped down on the mattress next to the man.

The experience had been... heavenly.

So much so, that he had completely forgotten to remove the condom. It was only when he felt Lane’s fingers on his length, taking care of it for him, that he remembered. Well, it was his first time that he had to use it, so it was understandable. And perhaps the last, so there was need for him to get used to it, was it?

Or so he thought.

Until a few minutes later, he heard Lane’s voice. "...Want to give it one more go?"

"Huh?" Damien looked up. Lane was lying on the bed next to him, on his back, but with his head completely turned to the other side, so that Damien couldn’t see his face. "One more? With... me as the top?"

"W-well... It’s a special promotion, right? It’s only for tonight, so you should take advantage of it..."

Damien stared at Lane for a good while, his mind blank.

Lane’s ears were bright red, and so was his neck. Just as red as the rose petals scattered around. "It would be a waste not to use your birthday present, no?"

Damien didn’t have to be told for the fourth time.