Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 486. So you know?
"Breathe."
Hearing the familiar word from my vision back then, I nearly threw a punch, but the stark blue eyes somehow immediately placated me.
I breathed out, trying to relax, but the fucking cock moving inside me wasn’t something easily forgotten.
My muscles tensed by themselves, only the gorgeous expression full of suppression in front of me holding me back from kicking him off.
Well, that and the desire to see him cum.
–And the daze I was in, the fatigue of two orgasms still hanging over me.
"Breathe with me, my love~" Hearing the whisper in my ear when he bent down to me, my stomach fluttered endlessly, and my heart skipped a few beats.
Involuntarily relaxing further, ignoring the pressure, I saw him raise his upper body again, giving a view of the glistening sheen of cum all across his muscles.
I suppressed my groans and tried to concentrate on breathing, all the while not knowing what to do with my arms.
Henry was too far away for a hug; my position being beneath him was uncomfortable—it was sucking away the feeling of being in control.
But I didn’t have time to dwell on it, seeing his stained face and the dreamy look together with the continuous moaning.
He grabbed my thighs, lifting my body so that he could access more easily.
And when he started to move more elaborately, intensifying the pressure continuously, I didn’t have time to think at all.
Because his cock was ramming against what felt like my stomach.
This was another way to punch someone in the gut.
If I didn’t see how much he was melting, I was unsure if I could accept this kind of never-felt-before pain.
And the most unbelievable part was that I was still hard.
His hand found my cock, and he started jerking me like I had before. I pressed my eyes shut, holding my breath involuntarily amidst swallowing curses.
The stimulation, together with the dull pain, felt uncomfortably—I don’t know—strident.
What the fuck is this? I closed my eyes when I felt my ears ringing, my body trembling, and the liquid meeting my chest.
Only then did I notice that I had cum, exhaustion hitting me yet again.
As a response, the cock inside me seemed to fucking gain in size, accompanied by Henry’s strained voice.
"You will always be my god."
The sound of lube and friction and balls slapping became so much more prominent when his voice stopped for a short moment, and then with a violent push, he continued.
"While I am and—" He somehow changed the angle, and in this moment I knew I had been wrong before—he was NOW hitting my stomach.
I clenched my jaw to not curse out loud, trying to decipher what Henry was trying to tell me.
"...will always be..." He grabbed my legs and placed my ankles on his shoulders, which forced him to tilt his lower body further to stay inside me.
"Your ruin." His eyes flickered silvery as he stared at me intensely.
He slid my feet to his chest, my shaky knees bending automatically, as I felt the violent heartbeat against one of my soles.
This action...as if he wanted me to kick him away.
He seemed in a trance, his rocking motions never stopping, as I didn’t exert force into my legs, permitting him quietly to continue.
I observed his face, where pain and fear intermingled with lust and madness, painting a picture of never-ending obsession.
The air pressure seemed to fall, and my position was way too revealing for me to accept; the pain and numbness inside me started to increase—but all I could think of was how beautiful he was in this moment.
Eventually his words sunk in, and besides the very obvious change of eye color that showed how much his emotions were out of control, I could vaguely guess his train of thought, and it nipped any possible paranoia because of his very paranoia-inducing statement in the bud.
I broke into a chuckle.
"So you know?" You fucker are my shitty ruin, given what the fuck I am allowing you to do right now.
Freezing for a split second, the silver in his eyes disappeared completely, leaving behind the most beautiful and intense blue.
Monochrome returned to color, with just a few words of mine.
The stranglehold on my ankles lessened, and he laughed breathlessly.
"Yeah." Placing my legs back on the mattress, he scooped me up without pulling out.
I had to wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips when I was brought onto his lap, which made him go even fucking deeper than before.
Fuck, the pressure against my fucking organs inside was really no fucking joke.
With my chest against his and his arms wrapped around me, his laughter was so much more evident.
"Yeah, I know." Grabbing my hair, he pulled me back, grinning at me.
He licked his lips before kissing me.
Then his hands wandered to my ass; he lifted me up slightly before bringing me down again, and this time I cursed into his mouth.
"You damn..."
Interrupting the kiss, he nuzzled his head against me, his lips clinging to my ear.
"Kenny, Kenny, Kenny." He called out my name blindly, and I shuddered violently when he increased his speed and finally came inside me.
I had thought that my whole lower body had already become numb, but I could still feel the brutal tremor going through him and from him inside me.
Henry kissed me again before placing his forehead on my shoulder, trying to catch his breath.
I could feel his heartbeat loud and intensely against my own chest.
The longer we rested like this, the more sleepiness came back, and as if noticing, Henry placed me on the bed.
That fucker was still inside me, and even if he wasn’t hard anymore—it was still something foreign that refused to get out.
But it was difficult to kick him away when I had not long ago the same kind of reluctance to leave that warm, wet place.
"Fuck." I closed my eyes, feeling Henry rolling us around once more so that I was now completely on top of him.
The chest rising and falling abruptly under me was hard and sticky but also really warm.
*******
I woke up with a groan.
Damn it!
Why the fuck do I feel pain when I leveled up already?
Without opening my eyes, I conjured up a cigarette to paranoidly check if my powers were still there.
When it appeared successfully, I dazedly brought it to my lips to take a big long drag.
Then I put it back to the past and forced my eyes open to the sunlight seeping into the room.
It was fucking morning.
I can’t fucking believe we really went through with this...fuck.
Then I raised my head and found that the weight on top of me was Henry, sprawled sideways over my body, stomach to stomach.
"What the fuck is this?" My voice was hoarse as fuck for no reason at all as I lowered my head back into the pillow again.
WHO WOULD SLEEP LIKE THIS AFTER YESTERDAY’S ORDEAL???
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" I shouted and heard a groan from the side.
"Ouch..." Henry whimpered.
"You fucker are sprawled all over me!"
"Am I?" He asked tiredly and raised his upper body, which produced the sound of a shoe sole walking over a floor where juice had been spilled.
His movement also brought an ever so slight sting on the big spot where we had overlapped.
"I can’t believe this." I looked at the residue of cum on me and the cum on the puppy’s stomach that had glued us together.
After the cum bath ... a cum sandwich????
?!?!?!??
Henry knelt on his heels beside me, holding his lower back with a somewhat delighted face.
"How are you?" He asked with a grin, looking so fucking hot and handsome it was INFURIATING.
"IT HURTS! WHY DOES IT HURT?" I groaned.
"You are hurt too?" Henry chuckled with even more fucking delight.
Am I currently seeing him happy that I am in pain?
"Maybe it’s because we ’want’ to feel the aftermath? You know..." He smiled very seductively.
"As a proof and reminder."
"Get out!" I pointed at the door, and he whined, bending over to hug me, but while doing so he grunted in pain himself.
"HA! At least we are even!" I said while petting his fur and feeling him sniff my neck pervertedly.
He hummed, then continued to hum, and then the humming turned pensive before playful.
"Hmm~...we aren’t, though?"
