There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159: Chapter 154. Lie To Me (M)

Before the car even stopped, the sound of unclasping seatbelt could already be heard.

It was a flurry of moments filled with instinctual and reflexive movement. The car stopped, the engine drummed softly in the background, and Zein crossed the space in a heartbeat, not even waiting for Bassena to retract the seat to give them room.

Didn’t matter. Nothing mattered once their lips met, and Zein wasted no time unbuckling the esper’s belt as their tongue battled for dominance up there. It was an unspoken permission for Bassena to do the same, deftly freeing the guide’s hardened member.

"Ngh--!" when Zein clasped their erection together, Bassena gained a moment of clarity where he dumbfoundedly realized that they were sober. They were of sound mind. And they did this on the side of the road.

Zein bit down on the esper’s lips, not so hard it would draw blood, but enough to gain attention. "Focus," the guide scolded, moving one hand along their hard length, and using another to grasp the driver seat’s headrest for balance.

"I’m focusing!" Bassena replied with a frown. How could he not focus when it was Zein in front of him--no, in his lap stroking his dick.

"Then move your hand," the guide chuckled and captured the esper’s lips again, nibbling on the warm lips.

Of course, Bassena would do just that, even when Zein did not ask. He grasped the guide’s waist and pulled Zein closer so the man’s back wouldn’t hit the steering wheel, all the while clasping his hand over their hard-on. Their fingers overlapped with each other and somehow, it made everything even more vivid.

That they did this together, each knowing what they wanted, what was at stake.

"Haa...damn..." Zein lowered his head to lean on the esper’s shoulder. It felt damn good--the last time he did anything remotely sexual with a clear mind was the last time they both had sex. While he remembered what happened in Radia’s mansion, it also felt blurry. But now...now everything was clear and it was...weird.

He was aroused. He was so aroused, had been for quite some time. But even while being hard and feeling good, it also felt lackluster. That large and warm hand felt good but also...

"Bas...touch me," Zein lifted his face, lips parted in a heavy breath. The amber eyes looked at him with confusion, because Bassena was in the middle of touching him. "Back there," Zein added an explanation. "Finger me."

There was a full three seconds of silence where Zein could see Bassena questioning his hearing--and probably the universe while at it. But Zein heard a kicking sound and when he glanced back in curiosity, he saw the glove compartment clicked open. A whiff of dark shadow slithered inside and dragged out a sachet of lube.

Raising his brow, Zein looked back at Bassena with a smirk. "You keep a stash there?"

"As normal people would," Bassena replied with a smile, hands moving to pull Zein’s pants lower, as the shadow deftly opened the package and poured the content into his palm and fingers.

"That’s--ahh--convenient," Zein gasped a little bit as a wet and cold feeling invaded his rim. It was an experience he almost forgot, and it was better than he remembered it to be. Perhaps because in the last one he wasn’t sober, and the one before that...well, let’s say that Zein’s wall was too high at that time, and it just felt more...business-like.

Bassena proceeded carefully, but diligently. Digging the tight wall that hadn’t been breached for more than half a year already. He pulled Zein closer by the waist, so his ministering hand could reach deeper, looking for that spot he was familiar with before.

"Hah--ugh!" Zein grabbed the seat tightly, chuckling at the increasingly pleasurable sensation. "Ahh..." he threw his head back, reveling at the way his body remembered--remembered that it was this man that gave him dilemmatic pleasure before.

His hips squirmed, trying to meet the esper’s fingers, aiming together at his prostate. "Wait, it’s around here...somewhere..."

Bassena was...looking so serious while doing it, forgetting his own pulsing erection and just focusing on his fingers inside the guide. It was endearing, adorable, Zein couldn’t help but plant kisses on the esper’s face to reward him.

And then--and then, the fingers found their way, and Zein spat out harshly at the sudden electrifying sensation coursing through his body.

Yes, this is it--this sensation was what he was looking for; it was what made a mere handjob feel lackluster before. "That’s it...it feels good, keep doing that," Zein let out half chuckling and half-moaning sound. He gripped the car seat and leaned against the esper’s forehead, panting and whispering into Bassena’s lips. "Faster--don’t stop--hah!"

"Fuck, Zein--" Bassena spat out a curse. "You’re so..." he gripped the guide’s waist tighter and fastened his movement, pressing his face onto the fair neck while holding himself from sucking and biting on it. "...sexy," he growled against the skin, and felt Zein’s laugh softly above him, chest rumbling in delight.

Zein grasped the platinum strands and yanked the esper’s face to resume their kiss, and stroked their throbbing, dripping members faster. Between that and Bassena’s relentless fingers, it didn’t take long before Zein felt his abdomen tensing.

He parted their lips with a soft gasp, whispering against Bassena’s lips. "I’m...going to--"

Gods-damnit--why was this man so adorable? Zein could hardly keep his heart from shaking these days. He could feel his wall crumbling block after vulnerable block with every moment he spent with Bassena. He froze there, hands perching on the esper’s chest, unmoving, staring wordlessly at the way Bassena squinted and bit his lips at the coming orgasm.