There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)
Chapter 660: Side Story 2. Dance of Flame and Shadow - 19 (M)

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.

It was the first time he felt like he needed to use two hands, even in the flaccid state. He brought his head forward and glanced at the berserker, who annoyingly had no change of expression, before pressing his lips on the dark head.

Damn--he fantasized about it, but...his limited repertoire of a man’s size did not prepare him for this.

"We don’t have all day, squirrel."

"It’s night!" Ron snapped, and Agni chuckled in response, fueling the younger man who immediately opened his mouth and put the big head inside.

His competitive spirit flamed, Ron gave his all to bring the older man to hardness with both his mouth and hands. He was so focused that he couldn’t see the way Agni clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth, trying hard to stifle a groan of pleasure he hadn’t felt for a long time--pleasure he couldn’t get from using his own hand.

He cursed inwardly, wondering how many times, how many people Ron had done it to before. He had mentioned how the young esper was good with his mouth as a jest, but...he truly did. It was too bad that Agni couldn’t savor it thoroughly since he concentrated so hard not to make any noise.

Because of that, he quickly got hard in the scout’s mouth, and Ron almost choked because of it. Agni quickly pulled the brown head back, hiding his relief with a chuckle. Honestly, he only came there. He had forgotten how nice it was to be physically intimate with someone.

Ron coughed and wheezed for a while, pressing his forehead on the berserker’s thigh--which he imagined would be nice as a pillow too. But that chuckle was annoying, ugh.

That being said, Ron couldn’t avert his eyes on the full mast greeted his eyes when he raised his head. Uhh...yeah...that was a flask. He could also drink from it, technically. Haha. Yay.

Ron was pulled by the berserker mid-thought, who asked him with an arched brow. "Still game?"

"Did I stutter?" Ron glared while being put to sit on the berserker’s lap.

"No, but you did cough," Agni smiled, prompting a flash of red blooming quickly in Ron’s face. "On your knees."

Ron bit his lips in embarrassment as he pressed his knees on the mattress and got up so Agni could undress his lower body. That continuous order did something--a lot of things, really--to his mind that affected his body, so it wasn’t a wonder when Agni found him already hard and dripping slightly.

Well...he was already twitching when Agni took off that coat earlier.

Agni chuckled softly when he saw that, and softly kissed the neck that was reddened from embarrassment as he reached out for a bottle of lube he snatched from the guide clinic. "But seriously, tell me how much you have done."

Ron flinched as he felt the cold gel running between his ass and clenched the berserker’s shoulder, gasping when Agni rubbed his entrance.

"Hmm...it’s tight," he pulled back and tilted his head to look at the scout’s face. "Doesn’t seem like something ever been here before."

Ron pressed his lips so tight that they disappeared into a straight, thin line. Agni chuckled at the obvious answer and kissed the disappearing line to coax the information as he rubbed the entrance to relax it.

He did want to overwhelm the cheeky squirrel, but he didn’t want to hurt the younger man.

"You’re not answering me, kid?" Agni paused at the scout’s frown and corrected himself with a smile while slipping his finger inside. "Ron?"

"Nggh! I--I...never got that far before," the scout replied quietly, gripping the berserker’s shirt as if to repress his embarrassment. It wasn’t really something to be ashamed of, but he felt embarrassed somehow.

Perhaps because it meant that he wasn’t as ’experienced’ as he implied.

"You mean no penetration?" Agni raised his brow. "You’re quite good with your mouth though."

"Uhh...I did...everything else--ahh!"

Hmm...Agni had no idea what to feel about it. Was he happy? Was he disappointed by the ’everything else’?

"Ah--wait! Sl-slow down!" Ron pressed his forehead on the broad shoulder and bit his lips, feeling the new kind of pressure he didn’t get when he did it himself before.

"Never even fingered yourself?"

"I...I did--but..." Ron gritted his lips and hissed in annoyance. "Your...fingers..."

Agni smirked, pushing another one in, and went deeper. He wouldn’t mind the gasp and the soft moan in his ears--it felt unexpectedly nice. "What about them?" he asked in a whisper, right against the scout’s flaming ear.

Ron hissed and muttered a curse. He knew this uncle did it deliberately. Using that hoarse voice to whisper lowly and let his neck feel those tickling beards was totally unfair!

In annoyance, Ron raised his head and pulled back, grabbing the reddish hair of the berserker tightly. "Just shut up and prepped me right, old man."

Agni laughed before the soft pair of young lips aggressively covered his mouth.

Well...this was quite fun?

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