I Am Tired Of Being A Hero-Chapter 313: The Office R18 Part 2

Anouk nodded.

Malik placed a gentle kiss on Anouk’s slightly parted lips. His skin was just too thin in this life. In his past life, he was unbothered by public plays.

Malik felt it was quite interesting. Different upbringing and environment resulted in different personalities yet no matter the personality, he still loved Anouk. He would still risk his immortal life and his regency in the Netherworld for a foolish rock who didn’t know he was being played.

He should feel like he lost yet Malik believed he won.

He traced Anouk’s lips and Anouk immediately parted it. Malik took out a small chocolate ball, unwrapped it and fed him.

Divine, Malik thought.

There was something quite irresistible and absolutely exquisite about the way Anouk ate sweets. He always let out soft sounds, like he was being taken to a different world and it was beautiful to hear.

He reached into space and casually grabbed a camera. Fengdu should receive a very special present very soon. The thought of himself in pain gave Malik a sick sense of pleasure. They were the same and yet they were different, it was the oddest thing.

Malik reached around Anouk and hooking a finger into the ring at the end of the anal beads, he began twisting them around, pulling one out, then another before shoving them both back inside and twisting them some more.

Anouk groaned and swayed precariously, he tried to relax in another’s position.

"Don’t move, Dove."

"Mal.."

Anouk let out a sigh but obeyed and lowered his head.

Malik smiled softly, he wrapped his free hand around Anouk’s cock and stroked it, gently, lightly, teasingly.

It wasn’t a satisfying touch, it was pure torment and what with keeping the beads inside of Anouk moving, he had him begging for his release in no time.

"Please, please, please let me come."

Malik removed his hand from Anouk’s swollen cock. It was heavy and hot and leaking pressure and his balls were tight and drawn up. He was so close; it wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge, yet Malik remained resolute.

"No. Do you know what you did wrong?"

Anouk let out a frustrated groan but Malik distracted him with another few strokes, then pulled away before Anouk could start thrusting into his hand.

"Please, Sir, please, please, please."

It was always a heady feeling whenever he drove Anouk to the edge.

Anouk. begged and pleaded. "It was all my fault. I was wrong, Mal."

He was perspiring heavily and shaking all over. His stomach muscles flexed with every denied orgasm and he jerked his hips, clearly unable to take much more of the torment.

"Is that so? What did you do that was so wrong?"

Anouk searched through his mind, with Malik stroking him the way he did, he could barely concentrate.

But just as Malik knew him, he also knew him. What would upset his young lover?

His eyes flashed with recognition, "I won’t do it again. I just got carried away and did not think of my body. Sir, forgive me, okay?"

Malik knew what to do with those soft, yielding lips.

And he slanted his mouth against Anouk, capturing that sweet tremor of his mouth to still its quivering and command it to meet his own, to match, to mate, until their lips were wet and slick and burning with each other, until he tasted the peppermint tea that Anouk enjoyed.

The vibrating, low sound of Anouk’s breathless moan filled the air.

That moan shot through Malik, tingled against his lips, drew him until he wanted to taste it, slipped into that inviting well of sweetness, flicked and teased and tangled with Anouk’s tongue until the lovely soldier submitted so utterly, sagging against the edge of the desk, fingers grappling at the wood as if it was the only thing holding him up.

So lovely and all his.

The heady, hungry compulsion drew Malik to slip his fingers around Anouk’s throat once more, capturing him fully and utterly, that rapid frantic pulse against his palm, the heat and strength of flexing, straining tendons against his encircling fingers.

"I want to..." Kill him. Devour him. Malik was not quite sure.

Anouk moved closer, placing a chaste kiss on Malik’s lips and cradling his fingers through his hair.

Just the lightest touch, catching one of the damnable tendrils that would never stay quite still, lifting it and making him shudder and tense with the prickling feeling of the strands moving against his neck, kissing his skin, then pulling back to leave him strangely deprived of touch, as if the sensitized flesh was achingly aware that it wasn’t in contact with...skin, warmth, texture.

"What do you want? Tell me. I want to please you."

Please him? Everything about Anouk pleased him immensely

He pulled away but instead of breaking contact completely, he pressed his cheek against Anouk’s. It put him into the perfect position to whisper right in Anouk’s ear.

"Sit back on your haunches for me," he instructed softly and Anouk did. It was easier this way.

"Good, you’re doing well, I’m pleased. Now roll your hips, rub your cock against my leg."

Anouk followed the instruction but with having to keep his hands behind his back, he quickly lost his balance and fell forward. Malik caught him and held him close, leaning back to give Anouk more space to move. He twisted the beads again, pulled the biggest one out, then pulled two more out, then slowly pushed them all back inside.

In response, Anouk groaned and rolled his hips again, more insistent this time.

"My sweet dove, keep going, move a little faster. You’re doing so well."

Anouk did move faster and moaned into Malik’s shoulder. He trembled and rolled his hips again.

Anouk groaned and thrust harder, rolling his hips faster still. He ground against Malik’s clothed leg as though his life depended on it.

Malik twisted the anal beads and pushed them against Anouk’s prostate.

Anouk panted and moaned and whimpered.

"My beautiful dove. So obedient. Come for me."

His words, along with another twist of the beads, were enough to send Anouk over the edge and as he arched his back and twisted his body and groaned , Malik slowly let one bead after the other pop from his tight hole, prolonging Anouk orgasm and intensifying the sensations.

Anouk came hard, jerking in Malik’s arms and shooting several ropes of come between them, thoroughly soiling those trousers. His come soaked through the thick fabric.

Malik caressed his hair as he slowly came down from the high.

After a few minutes, Anouk raised his head from Malik’s shoulders and looked at the mess. A red colour stained his ears.

"What are we going to do? Do you have a change of clothes?"

"You did not seem particularly bothered a few minutes ago."

"Malik." Anouk chided.

Malik laughed. A laugh that lit up his face; a laugh like none Anouk had ever heard from him before, and if Anouk hadn’t been in love...he would be now, looking into those eyes.

Anouk wrapped his hands around Malik and lay back on his shoulders. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Malik, you love me."

It was not a question but Malik replied.

"En. I love you, Anouk. I would love you as long as I draw breath."