There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191: Chapter 185. Distance of the Hearts (M)

It was different.

The moment Zein’s lips touch him, Bassena could feel it was different. Rather than the usual display of lust and hesitation, there was another kind of desire contained within that kiss.

Those lips were trembling, ever so slightly, just like the hands holding his face. Bassena had no idea, just how long their lips were pressed together. It felt long and short at the same time, however weird it might seem. It was long enough for them to end up on the bed, lips still locking, and short enough that they felt a pang of loss when they parted.

When Zein pulled away, the blue eyes were filled with so much complexity. That usual fear, the rare display of vulnerability, but also affection, adoration, and something that Bassena had always wished he could see; certainty.

"What to do with you?" the melodic voice grazed the esper’s senses, as the callous fingers stroke the platinum hair tenderly. Leaning closer again, so close that even a whisper sounded like a roar, Zein let out a rather weak voice. "Baby, what to do with you?"

There was nothing in this world could prepare Bassena for hearing Zein call him baby softly, with so much tenderness that came from guilt, but also gratitude, and affection.

He didn’t know what to do, what to say. Bassena found himself too afraid to even breathe or think, worried that this was all just the projection of his dream, an illusion. That he might be trapped in a dungeon somewhere that showed him things he wished for.

It wasn’t until he felt Zein’s lips on his forehead that the clock inside him moved again. The tight grip on his hair, on his head, lips that traveled to his brow, the scales beneath his eyes, the edge of his jaw...

When those red lips touched his cheek, just a shy away from his lips, was when Bassena finally dared to move, hands holding into the straddling hips gently, like he was touching a fragile glass.

"Anything," Bassena felt his heart and lung give away as he responded. "Whatever you want to do,"

He felt a rare, gentle smile on the guide’s lips as their lips collided again, hungry, yet filled with tenderness. But then Zein pulled away again, hands retreating from the esper’s hair. The amber eyes stiffened in momentary anxiousness, worried he might do something the guide didn’t like. Again.

But that anxiety turned into astonishment as Zein, without any warning, pulled up the oversized sweater over his head, baring his upper body, fair skin and faint scars, all for Bassena to see.

The hands came back to caress the esper’s cheek and weaved into the platinum hair, tilting the stunned face. With a soft but sure tone, Zein whispered right to Bassena’s soul. "Take me,"

Almost as if he was in a trance, Bassena stared at the bare chest in front of him, hands barely managing to not tremble. It wasn’t the lean figure and firm muscle that he saw, nor the fair skin that glowed within the evening light. It also wasn’t the many scars marring that beautiful expanse.

It was a memory that he saw. A memory of Zein refusing to take his clothes off during intercourse. What Zein did right now, it wasn’t just him taking his clothes off. It was his barrier, the wall surrounding his heart that he took down and chuck to the ground.

Grasping the guide in an embrace, Bassena pressed his face against that chest and closed his eyes, feeling the melodic sound of the increasing heart beat. Along with the disappearance of their physical distance, so was the distance between their heart.

Bassena inhaled deeply, absorbing the guide’s scent not only into his lung but into his soul. Softly, gently, tenderly, he kissed the collarbone, that little spot with a beauty mark on it that had Zein gasping and grasping the younger’s hair. It was the only place Bassena had ever touched before, and now, sliding his lips down, he ventured into uncharted land.

Oh, the sheer thrill it gave his heart. The esper moved his face down, sighing over the fair skin, and kissed a scar over the guide’s chest. As if mapping an unknown territory, the hands holding Zein’s back stroked the expanse, feeling and rubbing every scar, just as the lips explored the front.

The guide squirmed at the adventurous ministration, feeling shivers travel across his spine. The skin that had never been touched was extremely sensitive to intimate contact, at every graze of fingers and lips, or a whiff of warm breath.

"Haa..." with a soft exhale, Zein threw his head back in delight, feeling lightheaded and lighthearted. "Bas," he caressed the busy head, rubbing the sturdy nape and shoulder. "Baby..."

The esper lifted his head, as if in command. Zein parted his lips in a smile, rubbing the esper’s lips and tugging them open, shoving two of his fingers inside. Understanding his assignment, Bassena moved his tongue and wet those digits, slathering them with his saliva. With his free hand, Zein tugged his pants down, freeing his arousal and giving way to his back entrance.

Bassena stared at the guide in a daze, watching Zein frown and bit his lips as the guide rubbed his own rim and pushed his fingers inside. But Zein’s other hand stroked his cheek and brought his focus back. "Go on," the guide said with a bated breath.

Gods--Bassena captured the smiling lips with his own, filled with longing and passion. He claimed the guide’s neck, prompting a soft, low moan, and nibbled on the tensing shoulder. With one hand, the esper rummaged through his nightstand’s drawer, and pulled out a bottle of lube, pouring it into Zein’s hole as he kissed the hardened nipple.

Being stimulated in two places had Zein gasped in shock and pleasure, grasping into Bassena’s hair for balance, as his lower body felt like it’d topple anytime. "That’s..." Zein looked down, didn’t think he’d feel it so much there. Bassena looked up without stopping his advance, licking the hard, blossoming bud and sucking on it while his fingers joined Zein’s inside the guide’s hole.

"Mmh!" Zein felt his thighs falter immediately with the added pressure and the new pleasure, head slumped into the esper’s shoulder, letting out a low, restrained moan. "Ah...Bas..."

Suddenly, Zein felt the world turn and the next thing he knew, his back was pressed to the mattress while Bassena’s large hand supported his neck and head over the pillow. The impact had his fingers left his inside, leaving the esper’s thicker, longer digits there as he stared at Bassena in a daze.

"I’ll do it," Bassena whispered before plunging his fingers deeper, assisted by the copious amount of lube he put there before. The esper lowered his head and kissed the welcoming lips, swallowing the guide’s little sighs and moans as the man was being prepped.

Bassena chuckled and used his fingers to play with the other nipple. He moved up and kissed the panting lips, before gazing into the flickering blue eyes deeply. "What else?" he asked, in a voice so gentle. "Tell me what you want me to do, what you want me to not do,"