The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL]
Chapter 414: Wants

Chapter 414: Wants

Luca’s body was limp and trembling, and his mind was buzzing like something somewhere had exploded in there.

He could barely breathe, chest rising and falling in shallow waves as the last aftershocks of his release echoed through him. His thighs kept twitching while his toes curled as his fingers lay slack on the sheets, as faint tremors ran through them.

His lips parted to say something, anything, but no words came.

What could he even say about it when it felt like his worldviews were being reconstructed?

Meanwhile, Xavier hadn’t moved.

The prince remained exactly where he’d been—still kneeling between Luca’s parted legs, face nestled close, one hand gently resting on his hip.

And then, like a man savoring the final echoes of devotion, he dipped lower to kiss the inside of Luca’s thigh.

Then again.

And again.

The kisses were soft, unhurried, almost reverent. Each one a silent promise, a whispered lullaby to skin still shivering with overstimulation.

Luca blinked up at the ceiling, golden eyes wide and stunned.

Until memory returned.

Until he remembered what the man before him did.

"!!!"

And with that memory came the blush. Violent. Immediate. Radiating down his neck and across his cheeks like wildfire.

He pushed himself up on shaky elbows, eyes wide in alarm.

"Wait—Xavier, you-you—"

The words tangled on his tongue, his mind short-circuiting at the image now seared into his memory.

The image of the Imperial Crown Prince doing that. And then there he was, one criminal who actually thrust that same glorious imperial face to his thing.

And that was probably his biggest crime to date!

He stared at him, flustered and wide-eyed. "Spit it out!"

Xavier raised a brow, amused. "Spit it out?"

"I-I mean—don’t swallow that—it’s—it’s—"

Xavier laughed. Not unkindly, but warm and low, the sound of it vibrating through the room like velvet.

"Too late," he said with a grin, the corners of his lips glistening ever so faintly. "It’s all mine now."

Luca flushed harder.

But Xavier tilted his head, pretending to contemplate something. "Although...now that I think about it, you might not want to kiss me anymore. Not after that."

The little guide’s eyes widened.

Then narrowed.

And in a rare show of defiance—born not of pride but of emotion—the little chipmunk who was most definitely a fox surged forward.

His kiss was clumsy.

Messy.

But determined, and the prince’s breath was caught in his throat as their mouths met—warm, tender, electric.

He hadn’t expected Luca to rush to kiss him like this. But then again, his wife had always surprised him.

And now, as this flushed beauty kissed him—soft and brave and oh so sweet—Xavier felt the need to live up to serving him.

He returned the kiss slowly, cautiously at first, but when Luca didn’t pull back, when he instead deepened it just slightly, Xavier’s hand came up to cradle the back of his head.

He opened his mouth, letting Luca taste what he had once feared would scare him away.

But Luca didn’t flinch.

He pressed closer.

Their tongues met briefly, just a flicker—and that was enough.

Enough to make Xavier groan softly against his lips.

When they finally pulled back, both were flushed and breathless.

Luca stared at him, stunned at himself. "I wanted to kiss you," he whispered.

Xavier’s lips tilted, eyes shining with amusement. "That was a very good kiss."

Still tangled up with him, Luca hesitated, then bit his lower lip before asking, "Was that...everything?"

Xavier blinked at him. "Everything?"

Luca nodded slowly, cheeks pink. "I thought maybe... if that was it, it wasn’t so bad. So maybe...you won’t have to leave next time."

The prince chuckled, thumb brushing over Luca’s cheek. "That wasn’t what ’everything’ meant. If anything, that was just an appetizer."

Luca gawked at him. "Wait. That wasn’t all of it?!"

The prince leaned in, pressing a kiss to the edge of Luca’s jaw. "It could be, if that’s enough for you today."

But Luca—curious, eager, still breathless—stared up at him, eyes wide. "I want to know."

Xavier smiled slowly. "Do you remember those pages in your book?"

"That doesn’t explain everything!" Luca immediately turned crimson as his head ran through the images he saw when he flipped through that XXX book. All those images about what it was like to be bonded. Married.

"I know," Xavier said gently. "That’s why you don’t have to do anything just because I want it."

Luca stilled.

His heart thudded as he gazed at the man before him, really looked at him. That dazzling face. That careful restraint. That quiet patience.

And all he could think about was how he wanted to be bonded to him, and to give this man everything that he possibly could.

Not because he had to.

But because he wanted to.

"I want to do it," Luca whispered.

Xavier’s brows drew together. "Why?" he asked softly. "There’s no need to rush. You don’t need to force yourself."

But Luca only shook his head.

"Because I want to be your wife. I want to be bonded to you. And..." He paused, voice breathless, shy but steady. "If it feels even a little like earlier...I want to try."

Xavier’s mind blanked.

His heart threatened to give out.

What could he possibly even say to that?

Luca began pulling off one coat at a time.

The first fell to the floor with a soft whisper.

Then the second.

The third, trembling in his fingers, slid down his arms as if it, too, had been overwhelmed by heat.

Xavier watched, eyes riveted, mouth slightly open.

The air shifted.

Changed.

As Luca sat there, stripped of layers, wearing only his oversized pajama shirt, one of the last pieces of armor he had left.

And then, even that began to rise.

He lifted the hem slowly, inch by inch, revealing soft skin.

The curve of his waist.

The dip of his navel.

And still, Xavier couldn’t move.

Could only stare.

Luca was trembling, but he didn’t stop.

Didn’t hesitate.

Eventually, he was on his back again, flushed and open, exposed in a way that wasn’t just physical.

It was trust.

Xavier finally moved.

He reached for his own clothes, pulling his shirt over his head and casting it aside. The contrast was stark—Luca’s soft vulnerability and Xavier’s sculpted power.

It was unfair, really. Or comical.

As anyone seeing this would think that one looked like he belonged on a cathedral ceiling—chiselled, gleaming, mythic. The other? Bare, flushed, and shivering like a little chick, but still somehow the one in charge. Especially if Xavier’s stuttering heart and very real problem below were anything to go by.

And Luca, for all his trembling, couldn’t stop staring. And maybe rightfully so.

Because his husband—his prince—was just dazzling.

The slope of his shoulders. The lines of muscle. That fading scar that curved along his ribs like a story etched into flesh. It was probably from earlier. But it didn’t diminish the sight before him. It just made him wilder.

Luca’s heart skipped a beat. Maybe even three.

Because he’d never seen anyone as beautiful as the man before him.

And yet, this man looked at him like he was the one made of stars and dreams.

It was more than he could take.

And that made him want to be touched all over again.

Thankfully, no one had to be told twice. And the little fox could get what he wanted, and maybe even more than he bargained for.

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