CHAPTER 388: SECOND ROUND [M]

"Ugh..." Damien groaned into the kiss, as Lane’s cock poked his stomach, making him more and more aroused. He lifted his hips, trying to adjust his position...

But that made it even worse. His hard cock was now right next to Lane’s, both pressed together between their bodies. Every move he made, they would rub against their abdomens and each other, sending waves of pleasure through Damien’s whole body. And even if he were to stop moving - which was already hard to do - that still wouldn’t change anything, as Lane also shifted his body every now and then, causing friction...

"Mmh..." Lane moved once again, causing Damien to tremble. There wasn’t much lubrication on their cocks, aside from the leftover sperm from the first round and sweat, which made it a little bit uncomfortable...

But the pleasure by far outweighed any discomfort. Soon, Damien abandoned all caution, dug his hair into Lane’s damp hair, and deepened the kiss, moving his hips at the same time, and rubbing his and Lane’s cocks together with just their bodies.

"Mmm... Mmmn... Mph?" Lane’s brows furrowed. He had been just enjoying the kiss at first, but as the movements of Damien’s hips intensified, so did his confusion. He used both his hands to push Damien away, just enough so that he could speak. "What... are you... doing?" He asked between gasps and groans, his lashes fluttering, as he struggled to stay focused amids the stimulation from rubbing their crotches.

"Hmm?" Damien let out a low hum, equally confused. "Second round?" he simply answered with two words, as constructing complex sentences was currently out of his scope of ability.

"Yeah, but... You’re... not in?"

"No?" Damien’s movements slowed down a bit.

They both went silent for a moment, neither not quite knowing what the other was thinking. Damien didn’t understand what the problem was - in wasn’t like he was doing anything they hadn’t done before, so it should have been fine - while Lane...

"Why... aren’t you using the opportunity?" he complained. "It’s only for today..."

Although that was hardly something Lane wanted to worry about when in bed, the truth was that they didn’t have unlimited time. The night was only so long, and in the morning, they would have to go to work. And before that, they should get some sleep... While as high-ranking Espers, they would be able to get by without any rest, after a busy day and an even busier night, if they had to be stuck in dungeons for hours, it wouldn’t be pleasant. They should at least get a nap, to finish on a pleasant note, rather than be interrupted in the morning by the alarm.

Damien was naturally aware of it as well, even more so than Lane, since he was typically the voice of reason in their relationship. It was just that... He thought it didn’t matter how they did it. If he chose to ’waste’ some of the limited time he had and make them both orgasm without penetrating Lane’s ass, then it was his ’loss’. And since he would be satisfied with it even if he only ended up topping Lane once, it wasn’t a problem...

Or so he thought. But it seemed... that Lane wanted Damien to penetrate him again?

Damien blinked a few times, before lifting himself up a bit to take a better look at Lane’s face. Lane was bitting his lip, his cheeks flushed, his eyes dodging to the side...

Could it be that he actually enjoyed it? TRULY enjoyed, so much so that he couldn’t get enough? But if so, then it didn’t have to be the only time they switched places. After all, it was Lane who flat-out rejected Damien as a top. If he had changed his mind, one word from him, and they could switch as often as he wanted. Damien was fine with both...

Then again, that wasn’t necessarily it. Perhaps Lane was still unsure how he felt about it, so he wanted to give it a few more tries, before making up his mind. It was too early to jump into conclusions. Either way...

Damien reached to the side, searching for another condom. They had initially been elegantly scattered together with rose petals, all in red packages so that they wouldn’t ruin the scene, but after their first round and all the bedsheets pulling and mattress tearing that Lane had done, everything was a mess. Still, Lane had made sure to prepare more than enough packets to last the night, and thanks to that, it didn’t take Damien too long to find one. He ripped the packet open, and slid it onto his length, before lowering himself down, and capturing Lane’s lips again.

They were both already more than ready. Damien only had to make sure to reapply more lube so that he would be able to enter into Lane smoothly. There was no point in delaying it any further, not if he wanted to take it slow this time... Or, well, at least slower than the last time. He temporarily put a brake on his plans to torment Lane’s whole body with kisses - he could get back to it after this round, since knowing Lane, the night wouldn’t be ending anytime soon - and lifted Lane’s hips a bit, positioning himself...

And, for the second time ever, he slid in.

"Ah!" Lane gasped into the kiss, instinctively digging his fingers into the poor mattress. It went in more easily this time, since his rectum was still warmed up and stretched from the first round...

But it was still a tight fit. It was as if his insides were tailored specifically for Damien. Any larger cock, and Lane’s body wouldn’t be able to take it. But Damien’s cock? Perfect balance between the pleasure and the pain...

Not that Lane had any comparison, since he had never had anything thrust into his ass before, but he could still tell. As cringey and sappy as it might have sounded, it seemed like Damien was made for him. Or he was made for Damien. Well, probably the former, since he was the older one, and he was the top (who was temporarily playing the role of a bottom).

Normally, he would shudder from thinking such cringey thoughts, but not this time. Mainly because before he could even reach the point when he realized just how ridiculous his thoughts had gotten, his mind had been wiped clean, as Damien had thrusted again, hitting Lane’s prostate...

"Mhph!" Lane’s cry was muffled, as Damien deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue in, and entangling it with Lane’s. What hadn’t been muffled, though, was the sound of the tearing mattress, that once again suffered at Lane’s hands...