I Am Tired Of Being A Hero-Chapter 192: Tell me (M)

Ravi fell over and was caught by Arlen. He made a sound that was neither a scream nor a sob. It was not a moan or a cry but it sounded so beautiful to Arlen’s ears and he grinned.

"Love, what does it mean? What does Min Sol mean?"

"It means..." Ravi’s dazed eyes suddenly grew sharp as he stared at Arlen, "Shameless," He said, his voice breaking on the word.

"Opportunist." Arlen corrected, before chuckling, he ran his hand all over Ravi’s body and grinned, "Ah! I must not do a good job if you can recover so easily. It seems like I should work even harder."

"You..." Ravi just wanted to give up at this point but another larger part of him liked this a little too much to give up.

"Get up, let’s move this to the bedroom. The things I plan to do with you on that bed." His starved hands indulged in all the touch he constantly craved, drinking in the overwhelming pleasure of Ravi’s skin against his, his voice was hoarse, "I want to see how you look under me. I have pictured this for far too long."

"I...I can’t move." his body was still trembling, like this weapon that he had molded for hundreds of years was no longer his own.

"Sure you can, love." Arlen’s lips curled in a darkly teasing tone, "If you tell me though, I might aid you..."

Ravi rolled his eyes and bit Arlen’s ears to which he let out a loud groan and his arm wrapped around Ravi’s waist, their cocks brushed against each other causing Arlen to shudder.

"Behave." He did not intend to cum until he was well into Ravi.

Ravi laughed and his power rippled, strengthening him and he got up. He swayed his hips as he led the way to the bedroom, giving a sultry look to Arlen when he reached the door.

"Don’t take too long."

Arlen groaned, biting his lips when he watched that seductive display. He did not take up to a minute to get up and follow Ravi.

Ravi was searching his drawers when he saw him and smiled, the smile that curled his lips upwards melted something inside Arlen as he leaned on the door and watched him.

"So desperate."

Ravi turned his head to look at him over his shoulder, "You are the one who looks like he is about to burst."

Arlen chuckled, "I am a big boy I can cope."

Ravi’s eyes wandered down and he swallowed, "En. You are a big boy."

Arlen walked towards him, ’When you say things like that, it drives me insane Ravi." He gently pushed Ravi into the mattress and pinned his hands above his head. Lowering his head, he pressed his lips against Ravi’s and pushed his tongue inside his mouth. He thrust his hips down and rolled them around Ravi’s hard cock, swallowing the low, lengthy groan, his action drew from the depth of Ravi’s throat.

He pulled away from the kiss and stared down at Ravi, who looked up at him with lust-laden eyes, full of desire, want, and a little bit of desperate need.

He rolled his hips again and Ravi whimpered.

"Arlen, just...just fuck me." He could not take this teasing anymore, he might go crazy.

Arlen chuckled, "You are going to let me do whatever I want with you, let me take as long as I want with you, because you want to come but you also want to be good for me more, Yes?"

Ravi’s entire body shivered, his fingers flexing tighter as he held on to Arlen.

"That is a question."

"Yes. Yes." Pleasure jolted up his spine and his fingers went so tight that he was sure that Arlen was going to have bruises on his shoulders.

"Good boy." Arlen leaned down, trailing warm kisses along his chest, past his collarbones, and along the side of his neck. He nipped at Ravi’s earlobes, sucking it into his mouth, and flicked his tongue repeatedly over it.

"You taste so fucking good. You have no idea." Arlen trailed a series of kisses along the inside of Ravi’s thigh, nipped at the skin that covered the hipbone, kissed up Ravi’s stomach and chest, over his collarbone, and returned along the side of his neck.

There he nipped at the sensitive skin, biting it and then sucking it into his mouth. Ravi’s moans grew louder as he tilted his neck. Arlen grinned, increasing the force of the bit and dragging a guttural groan from the depths of Ravi’s chest.

"You must have thought about this. Dreamt about us. Tell me, what position did you dream about? How did I claim you?"

Ravi’s head was buzzing like he was down with a fever. His cheeks flushed deeply, turning nearly crimson in color and he promptly averted his eyes.

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Ravi wanted to scream.

"Look at me, love. Don’t take your eyes off me." He trailed his fingers up and down Ravi’s chest, then rolled his nipple between his thumb and forefinger before squeezing just firm enough to cause Ravi to whimper and thrash beneath him.

"Did I look at you while I pushed inside and slowly fucked you to madness? Or do we stand, your legs around my waist as I fucked you into the wall? Or Love, were you on your knees, while I held your beautiful waist, slamming into you? Which is it? I would make it so good for you, it is a promise?"

"Arlen!" Ravi painted, clenching his fingers so tightly, that his knuckles had gone white.

Arlen continued his assault on Ravi’s nipples. He bit his nipple, gently at first and then with a little more intensity. The pain made Ravi hiss and Arlen blew on it, the cold air making it worse. He soothed it with his tongue, licking and kissing the now-red nipple gently.

Ravi groaned and trembled, the sound from his throat was so strange to him as his brain tried to process the pleasure his body was receiving.

"I asked you a question, love." He ran his fingers up and down the inside of Ravi’s thigh, taking pleasure in the way Ravi’s legs trembled beneath his touch.

"The first one!" Ravi hurriedly replied, his voice was so hoarse, it sounded like he had a cold for a week.

Turning him by the side, Arlen paused and grinned, "A tattoo, love?"

Ravi’s entire body froze and his face paled, Why was that there? It shouldn’t be there.