There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 281

Chapter 281: Chapter 274. Rush (M)

"Slow down—"

Zein only managed to say that before Bassena shut him up again with another hard, deep kiss full of fervour.

But behind the passion was also the leftover anxiety that being projected into impatience. Zein had learned that when Bassena wasn’t in a good space of mind, the man would barely say anything.

This time too, he only asked "Can we do it?" quietly, and as soon as Zein gave an affirmation, Bassena hadn’t stop kissing him. By the time they arrived at the bed, Zein was already bare, and he didn’t even know how or when.

Ah...seemed like he was just as out of it, as impatient. He missed Bassena the moment he saw the northern lake—the lake they promised to visit together, the lake they couldn’t manage to enjoy. He thought about the esper even inside that illusionary world made of Setnath’s memory.

And the way Bassena devoured him relentlessly was contagious. The kiss he felt on his neck put a moan between his lips, and he felt the arousal almost instantly. He thought he should make Bassena rest some more, but...

It was clear that the esper wouldn’t stop, and it was clear that tonight Zein didn’t have enough wit nor willingness to stop the man either.

Might as well make him so tired he couldn’t help but go to sleep again—Zein thought as he gripped the messy platinum hair. "Haa...there, do it more...there," he let go of his reservation, craned his neck and let Bassena suck his sensitive nape. The one that became more sensitive now after Setnath changed it.

Bassena did that and more, filling the fair neck with red marks while Zein busy taking off his clothes. But before Zein managed to undress the esper, Bassena had already move without taking his lips away from the guide’s skin. Trailing down through endless kisses, inhaling the scent that had been imprinted in his mind since their first meeting in the cave, feeling the muscle twitched beneath his touch...

Zein squirmed and arched his back, gasping at how sensitive he felt that night. His lashes fluttered when Bassena went further down, and he grabbed the platinum hair, pulling the esper up again.

"No, not tonight," he stroked the esper’s lips. "Just hurry and put it inside,"

Zein had no patience for prolonged foreplay tonight, even though Bassena seemed to be keen on tasting every inch of his skin. He’d let Bassena do that later, but for now, there was something else he wanted to do.

Bassena only blinked once and then shifted his gaze toward the nightstand, but Zein grasped his face again and made him look at the guide. "Just put it in," Zein told him before taking a deep breath.

"...raw?" Bassena felt like his mind short-circuited for a bit. Funnily enough, it cleared his head more than before, when he was just smothering the guide with instinct alone.

"Yeah," Zein replied with an arch of his back, pressing their lower body against each other. "I’m going to guide you."

Now, Bassena felt like he lost his mind. The amber eyes flickered as memories and emotions fleeted by, including worry. But Zein pulled him closer, sinking deeper in the mattress with their combine weight.

"Just tonight," the guide whispered, stroking Bassena’s cheek. "Just tonight, you can lose control,"

Bassena did not want to lose control. He wanted to be clear-headed and absorb everything Zein gave to him. But it was proved to be a tall mountain to climb the moment he slid inside, flesh to flesh.

He started it cautiously, carefully; the memories of Zein’s reaction in the Deathzone still haunted him. It was the first time he realized the nightmare of being hated by someone he liked. For a while, he just kind of hovered there, tip to puckering hole, rubbing without daring to push inside.

And it drove Zein mad.

So the guide hooked his legs onto the esper’s hips and pushed Bassena forward, forcing the tip to slide inside. And they both gasped, loudly. Bassena had to grab onto the headboard hard to steady himself because the sensation assaulting his body almost made his legs lose strength.

No...this one too, was different. They did not remember it being like this before; not in that cave, not in the Deathzone, not in the New Year.

It was a rush, it was a flood, it was an electrifying pleasure coursing through their body and swirling, sweeping their senses in countless sparks and blinding lights.

And Bassena hadn’t even fully inside the guide.

For a while, both of them stopped moving. Looking at each other, they digested the newfound layers of pleasure in a sexual guiding; a sensation they could only experience because both of them, their heart and soul, were resonating with each other. A sensation that a guide and an esper could only feel if they walked beyond the cleansing process.

"Zein..." Bassena called the guide, whose eyelashes had been fluttering in a daze.

"Zein..." Bassena breathed heavily against the guide’s lips, gripping the headboard that had already cracked beneath his palm. "Zein, I’m going to—hah!"