There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103: Chapter 100. Permissable Night (M)

Bassena stared at the beautiful pair of sapphires gazing at him, pouting. "Why are you here? I’m trying to get away from you..."

Zein tilted his head another way, and lost his balance slightly, prompting his knees to fall into the esper’s legs, which had gone down when he felt Zein’s fingers on his hair. "Why are you trying to get away from me? Are you upset again?"

"No,"

"No?"

Bassena looked down, at the legs that practically straddled him now. "I’m not upset, I’m drunk," he put his hands on the guide’s waist, looking into the blue eyes. "It makes me want to do things to you,"

Zein raised his brows, and then chuckled, voice turned low and quiet, like a whisper. "What things?"

Rather than answering, Bassena stared at the flushed face, looking even prettier with the way it loosened up. The blue eyes curled and glowed softly, the red lips gave out smiles too easily, and Bassena didn’t think he could maintain restraint if he didn’t get away.

But now the guide was the one who came to him. What should he do with this?

"How much...did you drink?" Bassena asked slowly, stroking the waist perching above his hips. His brain told him it might be wise to stop, but...it might also tell him to just go on?

"I don’t know," the guide giggled, so close, just a breath away. "A lot...probably?" he laughed again, the force got his shoulder shaking and swaying forward, holding into the esper’s neck.

Their forehead knocked against each other, breath heavy and intoxicating. "You’re...totally drunk..." Bassena whispered with a laugh as Zein rubbed his reddened ear and stroked his hair into messy tangles.

"Yeah," Zein tilted his head, "...totally..." and pressed his lips into the esper. "You...you are too..."

Bassena laughed shortly, before chasing the guide’s lips back, pulling both of them into a playful making out. Little nibbles and pecks between giggles and laughter, although they had no idea what they were laughing for.

But when Bassena playfully slipped his tongue between their kisses, Zein grabbed the esper’s head and locked them into a deeper kiss. It turned heated and frenzy in no time, and it was clear that lust had riddled their mind.

Zein had no idea how--too drown in Bassena’s skillful kiss--but he felt he was on his feet suddenly, and felt they were moving inside a room, without even parting their lips. When he came to, his back was flushed against a locked cupboard that rattled with their movement.

The heat was easily transferred to the rest of their body, flushed tight against each other. Zein could feel the younger man’s heartbeat, just as he heard his own drumming in his ears. The hands around his waist sneaked around, lower, grabbing into his clothed behind and pressing their lower body more.

There was no question inside their panting breath about the arousal that they both clearly feel. As Zein’s fingers slid off the esper’s shoulder and grabbed into the sturdy chest, an impatient whisper came to his ear.

"Zein..." it came with a bated breath and a sharp grip below that got Zein groaned. Bassena bit the guide’s ear and begged desperately. "Can we?"

He’d been so patient, so good. Couldn’t he have a little reward for his effort? Bassena kissed the shuddering neck and twisted his hips, rubbing their hard bulge together.

It felt good even then, but he wanted something more.

And then he felt the fingers on his chest slide lower and lower and undo his belt--their belt. He pulled his head slightly to look down, and then stared at the pretty face adorned with a flush.

"Just..." the guide whispered breathlessly, taking their erection out and pressing them together, stroking slightly with one hand. "Just this far..."

The sheer pleasure from that single stroke, that touch, almost had Bassena moaned out loud. With a tight grip, Zein tilted the esper’s face for a kiss, whispering lustfully into the parting mouth. "Hand...your hand..."

Without needing to be told twice, Bassena moved his hand between them, enveloping the guide’s hand with his large one and stroking along, fastening the movement. It got both of them moaning low in each other’s mouths.

Gods, it felt so good losing himself in his desire, but it was even better having Zein letting go of his restrain inside his arms--even if it was just a part of it. It simply made everything much more pleasurable, much more intense.

They weren’t even having sex, not really.

It was almost as good as their last time, really. Doing it simply to satisfy their desire instead of guiding made everything feel more intimate. It wasn’t a duty, it was just two people’s attraction toward each other.

It felt even better when Zein was upfront about it, stroking Bassena’s cheek and demanding in bated breath. "Tongue," he said just one thing while biting the esper’s lips, and moaned in delight when Bassena grazed his palate, playing with the guide’s pleasurable spot.

It worked like a motivation for the esper to move his hand even faster, thumb playing with the guide’s glans while at it. "Uff--wai..." Zein couldn’t even finish his word before his legs wobbled from the spike of pleasure.

They ended up sliding down to the floor, the guide’s legs sprawled on top of Bassena’s thigh. As if didn’t want to waste any time, the esper pulled Zein’s hips so their dripping, throbbing lengths pressed together again. With one hand, he continued to stroke them, and with another, he pulled the guide into another heated kiss.

Zein decided to let the esper’s hand do the work, and instead used his own to explore the solid chest and shoulder, feeling the ripple of muscle with every movement while savoring the delectable kiss. "Haa..." with a soft thud, Zein parted his lips to lean back and sighed, blue eyes narrowed and squinted at the blurry chandelier above. He groaned as the esper bit his shoulder, running one hand through the platinum strands while scratching the clothed chest with the other one.

"Fuck--Zein..." there was a slight growl behind the esper’s curse. "I’m close..."

"Wait--wait..." Zein grabbed the younger’s head, heaving. "Not yet...not yet..." twisting his hips and digging his heels to the floor, Zein pressed his lower body toward the esper, as if telling the younger man to do better.

With another curse, Bassena grabbed Zein and stroked the guide only, leaving his own pulsing impatiently. He pressed his face on Zein’s neck, kissing and licking there until the guide let out a low moan.

"A bit...more..."

Pfft--Zein chuckled and pressed his lips on the pouting esper. While kissing, he felt a tickling feeling over his crotch and abdomen, and couldn’t help but broke the kiss and looked down.

"Just..." laughing again, the guide whispered. "Your kids...eating your kids--pfft--"