CHAPTER 387: SHY [M]

The first time was always the hardest. After that, things would typically get better.

At least that was the case with Damien topping Lane. Having successfully done it once, Damien no longer hesitated. He had been able to make Lane cum just from the anal stimulation, and Lane seemed to have enjoyed himself - he must have liked it at least a little bit, otherwise he wouldn’t have reminded Damien to take advantage of his ’present’, and instead would have switched up their positions to be the top again for the second round - which gave Damien a bit more confidence.

At the very least, he no longer worried that Lane would come to regret this decision afterwards, or that it could sour their relationship. They should still be fine.

His hand slid down Lane’s torso, gently kneading his waist, as he leaned down to plant countless kisses on Lane’s collarbone and neck. They were already both warmed up and in the mood, so there was no need for any excessive foreplay...

But the first time Damien had been unsure and a bit distracted by his thoughts, not to mention, he had spent most of the time fighting with the ribbon that had been getting in the way, so he wanted to start afresh. Do it properly this time, and fully savor the moment. Although he had unrestricted access to Lane’s whole body (with the exception of his back hole) pretty much whenever he wanted, so it wasn’t like it was his only chance to do it... That didn’t matter to Damien. He didn’t care how many times he would get to take advantage of the ’special promotion’, he just wanted to enjoy it, and make it a memorable experience.

Hopefully, for both of them.

"Mmh..." A muffled moan escaped Lane’s mouth, as Damien slowly licked his neck. His damp skin tasted sweet and floral, from all the rose petals that got crushed underneath them, and mixed with his sweat. It was hard to tell at a glance, though, because the red stains blended with his flushed skin. They were in perfect harmony.

Damien planted more kisses on the side of Lane’s neck, giving it a lick every now and then, as he tried to elicit more moans from the man. He briefly glanced up, trying to gauge Lane’s state from the expression on his face...

And he couldn’t help but pause.

Lane was still lying with his head turned to the side, as if trying to hide. And on top of that, his arm was lifted, and his forearm was slumped across his face. Once again, as if he was trying to cover up his expression. Of course, it still didn’t hide it perfectly. Damien could still see his deep flush, his slightly pursed lips that were constantly moving, as if they didn’t know in what shape they should form, and his fluttering lashes. Almost as if...

Lane was being shy?

Damien had never seen Lane like that. And honestly, he had never thought he would. Lane being shy? GENUINELY shy, not just pretending to be, for whatever reason? Damien would have found it more believable if someone were to tell him that the sun rose from the west. And Lane being shy in bed? That was even more unexpected! When it came to sex and fighting, Lane had always been particularly cocky. And, well, he had every reason to be confident in his skills, Damien had to admit that. But...

Being shy was about as un-Lane thing to do as it could get. That’s not to say that Damien didn’t like it, quite the opposite. As much as he loved the way Lane normally was, despite his flaws, to say that he was overjoyed at getting to see this new, unfamiliar side of him would be an understatement. He was literally at a loss for words, and could only stare at his boyfriend in amazement... It felt like this view was even more of a ’unique opportunity’ than being able to top Lane.

"Uhh... Why did you stop?" Lane muttered, glancing in Damien’s direction, only to quickly avert his gaze again as soon as their eyes met.

Damien’s heart skipped a beat. Lane looked so sexy, but at the same part, also kind of adorable! Especially with how he was so shy that he couldn’t even meet Damien’s eyes. For once, their roles were reversed.

He knew better than to say it out loud, at least the ’adorable’ and ’shy’ part. If he did, the charm would probably dissipate. So, instead, he reached out, and grabbed Lane’s wrist, peeling his arm from his face.

"Uh..." Lane hadn’t expected that, and wasn’t able to react in time. His face had been uncovered. He bit his lip, not knowing what to do with himself...

But Damien didn’t do it to expose him. He pressed Lane’s wrist above his head, and after barely giving Lane’s now fully visible face a glance, he leaned down for a kiss, softly planting his own lips on Lane, giving him a few light pecks, before pulling out his tongue to try to pry his mouth open.

Not much effort was needed. Although Lane had initially been taken aback, once Damien started kissing him, he was back in his element. He might have still been feeling shy from what had just happened a few minutes prior, and what was going to happen again soon... And, most importantly, from his own unexpected reaction that had left him deeply confused... But now wasn’t the time to question his identity. How could he possibly allow himself to be distracted when he was in bed with his boyfriend?

Lane parted his lips, allowing Damien’s tongue to slip inside, as he lifted his free arm, and wrapped it around Damien’s torso, pulling him closer, until Damien’s skin was on his skin, with no space between.

"Ugh," Damien groaned into the kiss. Taken by surprise, he couldn’t resist, and he ended up on Lane with his whole weight. He could feel Lane’s chest rising and falling with his breath, Lane’s hand stroking his back, and his cock pressing against his abdomen...

Lane was already hard.

And Damien was quickly getting hard as well.