There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 312

Chapter 312: Chapter 304. Folding Blanket

"Why do you keep crying?" Zein chuckled, wiping the esper’s cheek with the sleeve of his pajama.

But Bassena merely shook his head, and pressed his face on the guide’s chest, holding the man close to him, as close as he could, listening to the steady heartbeat of his most beloved.

Zein kissed the crown of the platinum hair, before pulling the esper back so he could look at the messy face. Not quite handsome anymore with all those tears and scrunching, but still adorable nonetheless. He stroked the stubbornly wet cheek and whispered. "Won’t you give me a reply?"

Bassena flinched, eyes widened as if he were someone who just committed a great sin. "I love you," it was just three words, but Bassena sounded out of breath, as if each word weighed a thousand—no, a million more. "I love you," Bassena repeated, pulling Zein into his embrace, tightly, like his promise to never let go. "Gods, I love you so much."

How long had Bassena longed to hear that word from Zein’s lips? How many nights had he dreamt it; through the sea of darkness and the seaside cliff. He had prepared himself to never hear it all in this life even, looking at how reserved Zein was about such a thing.

How could he receive such a blissful, wonderful, magnificent reward when he was nothing short of useless? Did he even deserve such sweet words, when he wasn’t even there with Zein when the man needed him the most?

And yet...and yet...

Bassena couldn’t let go. Even if he did not deserve it now, all he had to do was to make sure he turned into someone who deserved it. Deserving the love of such a strong, magnificent man.

"What are you thinking about now?" Zein lifted the esper’s face, his eyes were the splendor of brilliant jewels. "You shouldn’t be thinking about anything but kissing me right now."

Ah, every word just sounded like a hymn, like a sacred decree, and he was nothing but a devotee.

It was engraved in him, the way to those red lips. Soft, sweet, sublime. How many times had they kissed at that point? And yet it felt new, as sweet as a first kiss, filled with fluttering hearts and trembling touches.

Just a wisp of touch from their lips was enough to fill their heart, but it wasn’t enough to satiate their craving for each other. Nothing would ever feel enough. With a tight grasp on the platinum hair, their kiss deepened, and their skin pressed closer, as if they wouldn’t even let air come between them.

It was quite blurry for Zein; he had no idea how they even managed to move to the bed. But it was a fascinating sensation, when everything was full of fervor, but they moved so gently. Or rather, it was Bassena that moved so gently. Instead of their usual rush, rough play, the esper put Zein on the bed as if he were laying down a precious porcelain art.

"Can I—"

"Yeah," Zein replied the moment the esper opened his mouth. He could see it inside the amber eyes; the concern, the uneasiness...and he understood where it came from.

But that was exactly why Zein wanted Bassena to go on. Because he needed to know—no, they needed to know, that it was alright. That what happened yesterday would only strengthen their bond instead.

Stroking the hesitated esper’s cheek, Zein told the younger man in a soft, yet firm voice. "Go on."

"I’ll do it gently," was Bassena’s response.

"It’s fine, just—"

"I’ll do it gently."

The tone was stern, non-negotiable. And it came with a non-negotiable caress that got Zein shuddering. Thankfully, it wasn’t disgust. But he did feel it was different, the touch.

It was possessive, but also protective. It was firm, but also gentle. It was filled with desire, but devoid of lust.

How strange...Zein didn’t know they could make love without lust. Even while the pleasure tickled his skin, and shivers ran through his spine. Even when his heart was filled with want, he found that what he wanted was Bassena himself. Not the sculpted body, nor the handsome face. He wanted those blazing eyes and innocent heart, he wanted that tender soul and fierce spirit. He wanted the affection, the attention, the thought of his esper. All for him.

All for him.

"Zein...can I..." Bassena grabbed the headboard to get hold of himself, being careful not to crush the guide with his weight, because Zein had been so...pliant. "Can I kiss you?"

Zein reached up and stroked the cheeks that were now wet from sweat instead of tears. "No," surprisingly, it was rejection. With a bated breath, he told the shocked esper. "I want to see your face."

"Ugh—"

Biting his lips, Bassena clenched his jaw and continued to move; still gently, but getting faster, planting his hands on either side of the guide’s head. Their eyes locked, sucked into each other’s gaze, observing every minute detail of their changing expression as the pleasure peaked.

"Bas..." Zein had never stopped looking at the esper’s face, never taking his hands away. Even when he had to bite his lips and squint his eyes from the pressure and the pleasure, he kept the esper in his eyes. His esper. "Sena..."

Bassena gasped, lips parted in stun from the unexpected name flowing between those ruby lips. "What..." his lips trembled, and the amber eyes shook, just like his soul. "Did you...did you just..."

"Sena..." Zein stroked the flesh beneath the fluttering lashes, and finally pulled the esper closer, for a kiss that Bassena was so desired.