There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 660

Chapter 660: Side Story 2. Dance of Flame and Shadow - 19 (M)

Ron refrained from repeatedly asking the berserker when they would do it because being eager did not mean he wanted to look desperate.

But he got impatient when two weeks went by without any follow-up schedule. He wanted to have it before he could forget the taste of those fiery lips and how the stubble underneath tickled him nicely. Ron was so close to losing it and jumped the older man in his office or something when Agni leaned down and whispered ’tonight’ one day while slipping The Captain’s room key.

Ron slammed his training journal and quietly waited for the older man in the Captain’s bedroom. It kind of felt like they were committing an affair and it got Ron even more excited about it. He even showered and stuff.

"You’re here already?" Agni raised his brow when he saw Ron already in his bed that evening, legs dangling and swaying at the edge. "How eager."

"I have nothing to do," Ron shrugged and added nonchalantly. "And I am eager, like any healthy young man," he said, arching his brow at the berserker. "Unlike a certain old man."

Agni groaned on the inside, but he knew showing it out would just fuel this youngster--and that would be counterproductive. His objective was to overwhelm the kid so Ron wouldn’t have the time to get under his skin as usual.

His mantra had changed from inhale, exhale to you will not get affected, you will not get affected...

Ron would probably laugh if he knew what was happening inside the older man’s head. But Agni’s poker face was rather strong if he wanted to, so all he saw was a dry, uninterested look that both inflamed his competitive spirit and made his inside squirm like a little child in a glittery candy store.

"So why did you insist on getting inside this old man’s pants?" Agni tilted his head while taking off his coat and threw it to the chair.

Did he gulp? Yeah, he did. Hopefully, this uncle did not hear it. At any rate, he managed to spew a few words. "I like them older."

Agni stopped in front of the bed, looking at the younger man who raised his head to look at him. This reminded him of the time Ron was drunk; the position was the same, but he had no intention of playing it softly and catering to the kid too much this time.

He reached out and grabbed Ron’s jaw, just enough to make the kid startle. "You’ve done it a lot before?" he narrowed his eyes. "A kid like you?"

What would Nolan say if his twenty-year-old boy already had a lot of experiences? That man was rather strict. He stared into the brown eyes to make sure Ron did not lie.

"W-why?" Ron swallowed nervously, both for the sudden jaw-grabbing and the question.

"I need to know what my partner is capable of taking," Agni smirked. "I wouldn’t want it to be too hard or too weak."

Too hard? How hard was too hard? Ron glanced down to peek at the berserker’s crotch, but...there was nothing to see yet. He certainly felt it during that New Year’s eve, but he had no time to observe it too much. He cursed the Borderland’s cargo pants uniform that barred him from any details, but...

"Up here, squirrel."

Ron forgot to get annoyed at the pet name when he feasted on the form-fitted black shirt. Damn...no wonder they were so comfortable as a pillow.

"Your answer?"

"Why are you worried about it?" Ron shoved the berserker’s hand from his jaw. "I thought I was supposed to be the one ’servicing’ you?"

The corner of Agni’s eyes twitched. "Is that so?" he pulled the scout up and in a short second, Ron found their position had been switched; he was standing, and Agni was sitting at the side of the bed, leaning back propped on his arms like a waiting king. "Go ahead, then."

Ron bit the inside of his cheek. This felt like a challenge somehow; something like ’make me hard if you can’? Fine, then--Ron lowered himself to the ground--he wouldn’t reject an invitation for a feast.

"You won’t tell me to stop later, right?" he glanced up to make sure.

"As long as you’re not."

Ron scoffed at the nonchalant reply as he reached out for the zipper. What was that uncle saying? He was the one who insisted on doing this, so did it even make sense for him to be the one asking to sto--

Oh.

Ron stared at the...fuck--what the fuck is this? He knew this burly berserker would be big--whether from birth or because of the awakening--but...was it possible to get this big? He glanced at the coffee flask on the side; could it get to that size fully erect?

At that time, Ron fully realized his limitation as someone who had only been alive for twenty years and sexually active for two. Wow...there was all kinds of size and color in the world, huh? Not to mention shape. Thankfully, this one wasn’t pierced or pearled like one of his past times.

He would really run away if that was the case.

"What’s the hold-up?" the berserker asked from above. "Feeling like stopping yet?"

"Admiring the view," Ron replied as nonchalantly as he could muster, before secretly taking a deep breath and holding the exposed penis in his hands.