Villain's Second Heart: Trapped in A Fantasy Novel (BL)-Chapter 35: On the Edge (suggestive)

Ezra swallowed hard. Oberyn's golden eyes shimmered with an anticipation that sent a pulse of heat through him. This wasn't just curiosity - he could feel it.

As he laid himself bare, heart, body, and soul, all he cared to look at were Oberyn's trailing eyes. The Nephilim scanned every inch of Ezra - every contour, every muscle. It was only after Oberyn took stock of every one of Ezra's beautiful features that his eyes locked onto the 'main event', as it were.

Oberyn began to feel something he never experienced. A new type of curiosity. A burning type of desire. A body he wanted to explore not just with his eyes, but with his own. He clenched his fists at his side, resisting the urge to touch. He wanted to know what it felt like.

He wanted Ezra to know what he felt like.

The depravity of his thoughts surprised him, the innocuous inner world of the Nephilim giving way to something more human.

Ezra turned his head away, embarrassed. The conversation had excited him - just the thought of Oberyn looking at his naked body had him fully engorged, and now that it was happening, he was at full mast.

"It's, uh...not always quite like that," Ezra fumbled. "It gets bigger the more aroused a person is."

"You must be very aroused," Oberyn hummed. The shape of Ezra's manhood, a long 'pipe', made the Nephilim subconsciously squeeze his legs together.

"Don't say it like that," Ezra blushed. "Well, had enough of a look?"

"Almost," Oberyn said quietly, biting his lip. "What are those things?"

Ezra could have died right there in agony. "Balls. That's where the...stuff, is stored."

"Stuff?"

'Oh my god.'

"When a guy gets...really excited, this thing is like a missile launcher," Ezra struggled to find the right words and euphemisms without going fully textbook on Oberyn.

"Can you show me?"

"Absolutely not!" Ezra wailed, throwing the blanket back over himself and covering up his body.

He met Oberyn's gaze. The Nephilim inched away, alarmed.

Before he could let the Nephilim internalize this as a bad moment, Ezra quickly backpedaled. "Not because I don't want to - that sounds really sexy. But...it's like I told you before. That's the kind of thing you only do with someone who you're intimate with."

Oberyn nodded. "I see."

Ezra was screwing this up - royally. He could tell. And so he mustered up every ounce of courage he had to speak his truth.

"I want to be intimate with you, Oby. But...not yet. I'm not ready. You're not ready. But some day, maybe we will be."

"I'm not ready?"

Oberyn shifted, taken aback. He'd been so absorbed in the moment that he didn't quite understand what Ezra meant.

"Trust me. If it's supposed to happen, it'll happen. If not...water under the bridge, right?"

Oberyn had a truth he'd been wanting to get off his chest, too. And in that moment, in their shared intimacy, he finally had the nerve to say it.

"How do we get to that point in our friendship, Ez? I want to. This feeling you described, of feeling really good when you're touched. I want to give it to you. I want you to give it to me."

It was the closest thing to a confession Ezra had ever heard. It was shocking, arousing, and heartfelt, all at the same time.

"When we get to the point where you stop calling it a friendship."

Realization clicked into Oberyn's mind in an instant. The words Ezra chose were hauntingly familiar - he'd heard his first love say almost the exact same thing. The point where a friendship isn't just a friendship anymore - when it transforms into something deeper. That's what Ezra was referring to.

Oberyn's lips parted, his chest rising and falling in a slow, careful rhythm. His golden eyes searched Ezra's face for an answer. His hungry gaze sought something deeper than words could give. He felt it, something unspoken, something waiting.

The energy in the room was palpable.

The next words out of Oberyn flowed out naturally. He didn't even think as he spoke, as thoughts spilled out directly from his soul. "What if I want to stop calling it a friendship?"

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Oberyn's voice was barely a whisper, but the question was heard loud and clear.

Ezra's entire body tensed.

The weight of the moment pressed between them, something hot and fragile, like glass on the verge of shattering. Oberyn wasn't playing around anymore - he wasn't asking out of curiosity. He wanted something. Him.

And gods, Ezra wanted to give in. He wanted to press forward, close the distance, let this be the moment. To 'finish his quest'. To throw himself into this relationship and never let go.

His whole body curled from his fingers to his toes. Just a little more - just one touch, one kiss, and this ache inside him would ease. He could already feel Oberyn's warmth, the slight part of his lips, waiting for an answer.

He could take it if he wanted. The sparkle in Oberyn's amber eyes made it clear.

But...no.

Not yet.

Ezra dug his nails in the sheets. Every part of him screamed to move, to answer, to touch. Their nude bodies were inches away from each other, and Oberyn was practically begging for more.

But he had taken enough from Oberyn today. He would not be the one to lose control. No matter how much he craved it.

He impressed even himself with his restraint - seemed that humans weren't so weak-willed after all. Instead, he let out a shaky breath, forcing himself to stay still.

"If the time comes, when it comes," he murmured. "You'll know. Because you won't ask. You'll just...do it."

Oberyn blinked.

He sat with those words, rolling them over in his mind, letting them settle. He knew what Ezra meant. As impossible as the chemistry was to deny between the two of them, any words or exchange between them would be impulsive - the heat of the moment was enough to dull the senses of even the wisest of men.

Oberyn's fists unclenched, letting the tense grip that had overtaken his whole body melt away. He took several deep breaths, calming himself. Slowly but surely, he reclaimed his senses, even as his heart teetered on the edge.

"...I see."

Ezra wasn't sure if Oberyn truly understood the depth of what he implied. But that was okay.

Because soon - maybe sooner than even Ezra was ready for - Oberyn would understand.

And when that day came, he would stop asking.

He would take what he wanted.

And Ezra would be helpless to stop him.