Villain's Second Heart: Trapped in A Fantasy Novel (BL)-Chapter 45: Like This

That night, Deek went to bed early, taking the guest room across from Ezra's. And Oberyn found himself in the strange situation where he didn't quite know where to go.

He lingered outside Ezra's room as the human got ready for bed. The Nephilim watched in quiet contemplation, his arms folded loosely over his chest, fingers grazing the fabric of the oversized tunic he'd borrowed.

"What's the matter?" Ezra asked as he finished his nightly routine. He sat on the edge of his bed, his violet eyes catching a glint of light, shimmering softly in the night.

"I..." Oberyn fumbled, unsure of what to say.

"You haven't picked out a room yet?" Ezra smiled. "The one right above me is really nice, it's got a private shower and everything. If Rav hasn't given you one yet, I recommend taking that one!"

"Y-yeah, that would be nice," Oberyn murmured, his voice trailing off. He curled into himself slightly, arms tightening around his torso.

Vulnerable.

"It's just... I always have trouble sleeping in a new environment," he admitted with a groan. "I end up jumping at every little noise, and..."

"Aw, Oby. You've been here for a couple days already. You've been having trouble sleeping?"

Oberyn shook his head. "No... because I've had you next to me every night."

Time went still. Ezra moved as if in slow motion as the two boys stared at each other from halfway across the room. A short distance to some, but between them, it felt like two opposite sides of the world.

"Do you want to... spend the night with me?"

Ezra nearly choked on the words.

Before, it hadn't felt nearly so intimate - Oberyn had been recovering from his injuries. It had just sort of... happened. Them spending the past two nights in the same bed.

But this was different.

Oberyn didn't need healing. Didn't need anyone to check up on him.

There was no excuse to pin the desire to share a bed onto. Only the burgeoning reality that these two had an inexplicable connection that begged further exploration.

"Maybe for just one more night."

Oberyn's voice was uncertain, wispy. Could he even believe such a thing? Would he always want 'one more night'?

"One more night, huh?"

Ezra's gaze dropped to the wooden floor, tracing the worn, splintering cracks beneath his feet. The room smelled faintly of cedar, the scent lingering from Rav's incense earlier that evening. It was comforting, in a way. A grounding scent, familiar in its warmth.

"Is that okay?"

Oberyn's voice snapped Ezra back to reality. His mind no longer adrift, he returned his attention to the Nephilim, who stood uncomfortably in his doorway.

"Oby, you can stay here with me whenever you like."

Oberyn stiffened. He hadn't expected that answer.

"Well, I don't want to impose, I - "

"Not at all," Ezra clarified, his voice soft. "I'll sleep better with you here, too."

Oberyn gasped.

It wasn't the reply he was expecting. But was he really surprised?

After last night, the two had finally acknowledged a shared desire for something more. But even now, as Oberyn thought about it, he struggled to imagine what that might look like for them.

He was no expert on relationships, that much was fact. And Ezra had put the onus of responsibility for moving them to the next step on Oberyn.

The biggest problem was that Oberyn himself didn't know what he wanted.

But he did know this:

With whatever future he had, Ezra was a key piece of the puzzle.

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They were both from other worlds. They understood each other in a way that would be hard for others to replicate. The desire to spend as much time together as possible was something they shared. That much was certain.

Oberyn didn't respond. He simply closed the door behind him and glided toward the bed. He didn't look in Ezra's direction. Didn't acknowledge him.

He just acted like it was a normal, regular occurrence.

Wordless, he stripped down to nothing, facing away from Ezra.

The human's breath hitched.

It was only after Oberyn was nude that he turned over his slender shoulder, his voice quieter now, but laced with a boldness heretofore unexplored.

"Do you like seeing me like this?"

Ezra shifted, his pulse hammering against his ribs.

"I... haven't looked much, to be honest," he admitted, biting his lip. "To respect your privacy."

Oberyn shifted his weight to one leg, his arms wrapping around his own torso in tense trepidation.

'I want you to disrespect my privacy, then.'

He thought the words. Mouthed them.

But he couldn't say it.

The statement teemed with a depth he didn't quite understand, but he wanted to.

The ache inside his trembling limbs wanted to give way to whatever Ezra could imagine.

'Is this normal? Is it... okay to feel this way?'

Nephilim weren't supposed to experience human lust, yet here he was—burning from the inside out.

He wanted Ezra to do something to him. Anything.

If only the human weren't so kind.

A gentleman, through and through.

If Ezra wanted Oberyn, he could take him in an instant.

Not a single bone in Oberyn's body would resist.

The idea of losing himself in Ezra's feral pleasure - intoxicating. A drug.

One with such allure, Oberyn himself feared the addiction.

"Oby?"

Ezra's soft, sweet voice stirred something inside him, sending visceral sparks through his delicate flesh.

Ezra watched him. Allowed himself, for the first time, to truly see Oberyn.

Not with the glowing lights.

Not from a point of concern, as he'd cared for him, wounded.

But with the same hunger that currently burned through Oberyn.

His gaze raked over the Nephilim's smooth, slender contours.

His wide hips. His delicate waist.

Small. Compact. Exactly like he imagined a fairy to be.

Smooth, hairless, somewhat androgynous. Yet the toned definition of Oberyn's body gave him an unmistakable masculine edge.

Not bulky, but strong.

Firm.

Oberyn turned, watching Ezra's eyes as they drifted downward, tracing the soft slope of his pectorals, the tight ridges of his six-pack.

A feast for Ezra.

Even if the Nephilim lacked the anatomy of a human man, he was still breathtaking.

Ezra's gaze finally lifted to meet Oberyn's, and they stared at one another.

"You asked if I like seeing you like this," Ezra murmured, his voice just shy of trembling.

He exhaled, swallowing hard.

"Oberyn... I love it."