There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 428

Chapter 428: Chapter 421. Unquenchable Thirst (M)

It wasn’t just Zein’s legs that moved.

His hands were actually faster, shedding the white clothes the Temple gave him for his stay. The moment he reached the tub, he was taking off his pants and stumbled forward from getting tangled in the fabric. If it wasn’t for Bassena catching him, he would have hit the edge of the tub.

"Hey, be caref--"

Bassena couldn’t finish his words because Zein had already covered his mouth in a fervent, deep kiss. The guide ran his hands from the hard beating pulse on the esper’s neck down to the inviting pecs, squeezing hard as he slipped his tongue inside Bassena’s warm mouth.

But the hands did not stop there; one of them went further down and grabbed the half-erect penis, hardening it fully with just a single stroke.

"Ah, fuck--" Bassena let out a reflex curse that got him gripping the guide’s waist hard. He pressed his forehead on Zein’s shoulder and chuckled. "Ah, damn it--it’s really hard when you’re horny."

"Shut up and touch me," Zein hissed and gripped the esper’s jaw, capturing Bassena’s lips again as he started to stroke mercilessly; hard and fast and made Bassena moan into his mouth.

He smirked into the kiss and fastened his movement. He had been so pent up ever since their unfinished business in the lakeside, and had been sexually frustrated before they went to the Temple. Being apart for four days just piled up his desire even more, so much so that he stayed away from Bassena earlier.

He would be truly mad if Bassena stopped again this time, so Zein grabbed the esper’s hair to yank the flushed face up. "You--you won’t stop this time, will you?" he asked lowly while biting into Bassena’s lips. "I will stop talking to you for a thousand days if you do."

Bassena laughed and slipped his finger through Zein’s entrance, swiftly adding another one right after. The warm water helped their muscle relax and eased the entry. Zein let out a contented sigh, throwing his head back and rewarded the esper with a faster stroke, playing with the tip delicately while at it.

"Go deeper," Zein urged with bated breaths. "Add more."

Bassena bit the fair shoulder in front of him to prevent himself from cursing. Zein was truly, truly the death of him when the guide was extra aggressive. The kind of sounds he made; the kind of demand uttered in alluring whispers. Just the sounds alone already made him hot and bothered, but adding to that was the skillful touch and those lips on his lips, on his neck, on his ears biting him--fuck!

Just like that, with a hard bite that almost drew blood, Bassena released himself within Zein’s fingers. As he panted against the glaring bite marks, he could hear a melodious laugh right in his ears.

"That was fast," Zein whispered.

"I’ve been abstinent for three years already," Bassena chuckled and bit the guide’s smirking lips. "I could come with just your voice."

"Well, I can’t," Zein immediately stroked Bassena back to hardness, kissing and sucking the throbbing pulse on the esper’s neck, moving his lips up and biting the sharp jaw until he found his way back to Bassena’s lips. He stopped after a short peck and stared deeply into the amber eyes. "So show me," he licked his smirking lips. "What you have in store during those thousand days."

Bassena snarled and gripped the guide’s waist and back, sheathing himself in one move. The water splashed wildly and Zein’s back met the edge of the tub. But the sound of water was drowned by Zein’s loud, unrestrained moan. It was his first taste of Bassena after...Gods, he couldn’t even remember anymore.

And by everything holy--it was exquisite.

"Bas..." Zein had nothing in his mind anymore; just his esper. Just the warm skin and the throbbing muscle; just the fiery gaze and the hot breath. Bassena grunted with every hard thrust, and Zein relished every sound that drove him to the edge.

"Baby," Zein grasped the frowning esper. "Go deeper."