CHAPTER 392: IDENTITY CRISIS

Despite having a slow morning with breakfast in bed, Lane and Damien got to work on time. Because of course they did - in his whole twenty-nine-year life, Damien had only been late once (when Lane had gotten him super drunk in order to hypnotize and interrogate him), and had called in sick once (when Lane had burst into his old studio apartment in his real body for the first time, and they had had sex the whole night, followed by Lane’s confessing his past). Even if the previous night had been... eventful (which it most certainly had been), he could still get himself ready on time. And make sure that Lane got ready in a timely manner as well, since he was fine and insisted on coming along.

The plan for the day was just more inspections. Three F-rank dungeons and three E-ranks. A bit more work than the previous day, but still, for their standards, not too bad. Of course, it had been planned that way by Damien, since he had known that he and Lane might not be able to get much sleep the night of his birthday...

Even if Lane’s plans had turned out to be far beyond his expectations. He would have never even suspected such a possibility.

Regardless, he tried to push those memories aside for now. Lane’s flushed, embarrassed face, as well as the feeling of penetrating his boyfriend’s scorching hot insides, were still fresh in his mind, but it was hardly appropriate to have such X-rated thoughts at work! He tried to leave them back at home, together with the massacred mattress, which had to be taken care of later. He pulled out his tablet, and tried his best to focus on the files in front of his eyes, giving his team a quick briefing before they would depart for the first site.

As for Lane... Lane wasn’t even trying to focus. His work ethic has never been good, especially when it came to his work at the Association. He may have made some efforts sometime for Damien’s sake...

But there was no need for him to focus on routine inspections of low-ranking dungeons, now was there? His teammates were capable enough to take all the measurements on their own just fine. He was there to... just exist, apparently. And guard Damien from Ethan, of course.

It wasn’t that he purposely ignored his surroundings, though, at least not entirely. While it was true that he didn’t care about those random, boring inspections... This time, he had a valid reason to be absent-minded.

He was in the middle of having an existential crisis. Questioning his whole identity.

The previous night... had been simply unbelievable. It was kind of painful, and embarrassing, and very, very weird... But also... enjoyable? So much so, that Lane couldn’t stop himself from asking for more. Which, well, of course, was somewhat reasonable - he had orgasmed plenty of times, so it was only natural that he liked it. And some of those times, he orgasmed when Damien was rubbing him off (which his cock down Lane’s ass... But that was neither here nor there, right?). However...

Some of those times were with just penetration. As in, Damien penetrating Lane. Lane being the bottom. Or, in other words, being fucked.

Could a person’s brain be injured through penetrative sex? Because Lane must have lost his mind to like it so much! He was the top, after all, so it didn’t make any sense otherwise!

All of those thoughts were fermenting in Lane’s brain, as he trailed along the group like a ghost, lost in his own inner world.

Until, at some points, hushed whispers reached his ears.

"Hey, don’t you think that Team Leader looks... different today?" one voice whispered. One of the team’s chief gossipers, Cora.

"Different? How so?" Another person asked.

They went silent for a moment, throwing glances at Damien. Lane couldn’t help but steal a glance as well. The man was serious as always, focused on work... But did his frown look a little less deep than usual? And weren’t the corners of his mouth lifted half a millimeter? And there was something about his aura...

"Huh, I guess you’re right," Arlo agreed with surprise. "He looks kind of... glowing?"

"Right?!" Cora clapped her hands. Very lightly, of course, as not to attract Damien’s attention. "He must have had a great birthday!"

"Yeah... I wonder what happened?"

"Perhaps he got laid?" Eric interjected.

Arlo and Cora gasped in unison. Before they could say anything in response, Hallie, who was with them, cleared her throat a bit too loudly, as if to remind them of something. She lightly pointed in a certain direction with her head.

And the gossiping trio gasped once again.

Because right next to them, there was Lane, Damien’s resident boyfriend! He had been so oddly quiet and distant that day, that they had completely forgotten that he was there!

They naturally had to end their chatter after that. However, while they had gone silent, their minds started turning with even more intensity, their imaginations even further fueled.

Because Lane was wearing a huge grin on his face!

Well, how could he not? His identity crisis had been finally solved!

He was a top. A definite, indisputable, absolute top. That was a fact. Lane had not even a shadow of doubt about that.

But he could still enjoy bottoming.

Why? Because it made Damien happy! And, since Lane lo... that is, kind of liked Damien very much, he was also happy when he made Damien happy. So, it didn’t mean anything if he wanted to do it over and over again, that was simply for Damien’s sake!

And the fact that he had climaxed so quickly? That was because Damien was just too good at it! He had learned from the best, after all! It didn’t mean that Lane was overly sensitive in his ass at all.

Besides, it was just Damien. Lane had no interest in ever letting anyone else take him from the back. Not now, and not ever. Damien was the only one allowed.

Lane nodded to himself with a smile, satisfied.

The exception proves the rule.

His liking bottoming for Damien only further confirmed that he was a definite top.