There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)
Chapter 661: Side Story 2. Dance of Flame and Shadow - 20 (M)

Chapter 661: Side Story 2. Dance of Flame and Shadow - 20 (M)

"Nggh--"

Ron gritted his teeth and clawed the berserker back. This is ridiculous--this is ridiculous! He would have screamed had he enough strength and air. Or if anything could come out of his mouth that wasn’t a moan.

All just from mere fingers. Fingers! Granted, there were four of them, but still...it should still be smaller than the real thing.

Ugh...Ron secretly regretted that he had never gone all the way before, because then it might not have been this overwhelming. It wasn’t hurt, really--a bit of sting every time a new finger came inside, but even that was quickly buried by the continuous pressure in his lower back.

"When...until when will you do--ahh!--that...?"

"Until you’re loose enough, obviously," Agni replied with a teasing tone, but he was serious. This was why he asked about Ron’s experience at the start. "Are you trying to get yourself hurt?"

"B-but..." Ron breathed heavily on the berserker’s neck. "I feel like...I’m going to c-cum..."

Agni raised his brow. "Already?"

What do you mean already?! How long had it been since this uncle worked on Ron’s ass? It was bearable at two, but when the other hand joined in the work, the pressure built so much that he wasn’t sure whether it felt good or bad. It even started to feel numb, and...it sure felt weird. And it was weird because he didn’t feel weird when he did it with his own fingers or a toy.

Was it that different being touched by someone you desire?

Ron growled and bit into the berserker’s shoulder in annoyance, and Agni chuckled before turning Ron’s world upside-down. Heaving, the scout stared at the ceiling with widened eyes, both feeling relief and ticklish from the loss of sensation inside his probed ass.

His eyes instinctively searched for Agni, and his barely functioning lungs stopped again when the scene of the older man taking off that black shirt seemed to play in slow motion. Every ripple of the muscles used for that simple activity was drawn as clearly as a miasmic beast’s movement when Ron was in surveillance mode.

What a good day to be a scout.

He swallowed; this time did not bother trying to be discreet. What for? His whole face, neck, and upper chest were already smeared in red, and if that wasn’t enough, his dick was rudely twitching like a diva asking for attention.

And attention it got.

"Wanna let it out first?" Agni curled his lips, and Ron could only answer by swallowing his saliva. What is word? What is sound? The only thing he could do was blink--and then moan.

Or did he scream? No idea. When Ron managed to turn the clog in his head, those thick fingers were already scissoring him again, and the reddish-black head was on his crotch, eating him.

It was hot, scalding, as if he was enveloped by the berserker’s fire. Perhaps he was. Ron clutched tightly on the low-quality sheet, wondering why he suddenly forgot what it felt like to be given head before.

Gods--was his whole two years only foreplay for this moment?

With that thought, Ron arched his back and came into the scalding mouth. The gulping sound made him feel both aroused and embarrassed, but the way Agni wiped his lips while looking at the younger man after that...Ron never wanted to take a picture of the man so badly.

"Since I’ve done this much, you can at least take what comes after, right?" Agni pulled back and tore a packet with his teeth.

Ron blinked dazedly, slowly, as if it only registered in his brain that he was about to take that...flask. Ron looked down, and then swiftly looked up, like a patient that refused to see the doctor pierce his vein with a needle. "O...okay," he said, more to himself than a proper reply. "Okay."

Agni raised his brow for a second before cracking a smile. He loomed over the younger man, who pliantly opened his legs but also looked scared. It was so funny thinking about how this squirrel was adamantly asking for sex two weeks ago.

So adorable.

Agni hovered above the younger man and brushed the messy brown hair aside. He held the flinching cheek and leaned down, rubbing his thumb over the slightly trembling lips; red from being bitten so much for the last twenty minutes.

"Relax and breathe," the berserker whispered softly. "Don’t think too much, and just hold on to me."

"Nggh...mm," forgetting about his bravado of ’servicing’ the older man, Ron nodded pliantly and held onto the broad shoulder above him, twitching slightly when he felt the thick protrusion touch his entrance.

And then he felt it move forward, putting pressure there and for a second, Ron thought it wouldn’t go in. His eyes were blown wide, staring at the calm face above him, but what he thought to be impossible happened as that huge rod went past his entrance.

He gasped like he had never gasped before, and the eyes that couldn’t blink trembled.

There was indeed a reason why Agni persistently took his time to loosen up the younger man.

Agni rubbed the parted lips, making a coaxing sound, guiding the younger man to breathe as he pushed forward, deeper, and made Ron question the wonder of the human body. He was initially clutching hard on the broad shoulder, but those fingers were shaking now.

"Haa...relax your back," Agni kept looking at the shaking brown eyes, who seemed to ask him what to do to relax. "Breathe, Ron."

And Ron did, sucking in air and exhaling it slowly. As he did so, his back muscle loosened a little bit, and Agni used the chance to push deeper until Ron was gasping.

"Stop, stop, stop--wait!"

Agni waited as the scout gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes, moaning through tensed muscle. The shaking fingers were back to clawing again, and Agni had no idea if he should take it as a good sign.

"T-that’s...there...I can’t--"

"Okay," Agni lowered his head and kissed a drop of tears beneath the scout’s eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" Ron shook his head, clinging to the berserker even more. "Just...just move," he whispered weakly. "It’s just...it’s just I don’t think...I don’t think I can take it de-deeper..." Ron bit his lips, and a drop fell again. "I’m...I’m sorry..."

"Sush," the berserker kissed the drop again and moved his lips to the trembling cheek gently. "It’s fine. Just tell me when you’re ready for me to move."

Ron bit his lips and hugged the older’s neck, realizing how selfish and childish he had been. He was the one who kept pestering the man like a petulant child asking for chocolate in the shop, but when it happened, he kept being so pathetic and couldn’t even do anything right. He was annoyed and ashamed of himself, and when tears kept on coming, he became more and more embarrassed.

"Ronan," Agni called softly. "Ron, look at me."

Ron stared at the older man through his blurry eyes, and Agni asked softly. "Do you want to continue?" Ron nodded without hesitation. "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Just...a b-bit--hicc--"

"Okay," the berserker smiled gently, and once again, Ron forgot how to breathe. "You’re hanging on for me, what a good boy."

Ron hiccuped at the unexpected praise, but his heart and body were craving for more.

"Can you be good and hold on until you feel better?"

Ron nodded swiftly.

"Good," Agni put his hands behind the younger’s back and waist, before whispering sweetly. "Open your mouth for me."

And Ron did, happily so, welcoming the pair of hot lips and even hotter tongue that caressed his own so well he forgot about what happened down there for a while.

It was so good being kissed and hugged, being enveloped in the berserker’s fire, and feeling that fire inside him; spreading, shooting new sensations up his spine and into his brain. It was only after their lips parted that he realized that sensation was pleasure.

It was hurt nonetheless, however much Agni prepped him. Still, the pleasure that was hammering on the base of his skull and spreading shudder all over his skin was enough to mask the sting and the numbness. Ron clawed into the berserker’s skin, gasping, moaning, and thought about nothing but how he did not regret being so persistent about this.

Because, oh--how else could he know the kind of man Agni Khan became in bed? The warm voice telling him to breathe and asking whether he was alright, the soft kisses to help him relax, the rough breath coming along with praises--

Gods, the praises. The good boys and the good jobs, the kisses on his forehead while holding him tight to make sure he did not lurch up and hit his head...

Ron could care less about the physical pleasure. Just this--just this treatment, just that softness and affection, even if it was born from habit, was enough to send his mind into disarray and his soul into worldly heaven.

It was enough, truly enough, to make him fall deeply in love.

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