There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)-Chapter 476 - 469. Beyond the Boundary (M)

The tent’s door opened harshly, but not as harshly as the way the two men entered it undressing each other. They were getting rid of each other’s clothes as if they were their enemies.

Perhaps they were; enemies to their desire.

With lips ravishing each other’s mouth, Zein pushed the dragon leather coat back while Bassena was struggling with the extra-secured belt Zein wore over his uniform. None of it was hard, except when it was done with impaired vision from kissing, while moving relentlessly.

In the end, Zein pushed the esper hard against the wall--hard enough for the tent to topple over if it wasn’t a high-quality compressed capsule with a protective barrier. Without busy legs, their hands became even busier. The dragon leather coat fell to the ground, and the three-layer belt clanked open.

Immediately, Bassena held the guide’s waist and hauled the man to the bed. Before Bassena came to hover above Zein, one of the guide’s legs had already gotten out of the pants, and when the bed let out a creaking sound of an added weight, the sound of Zein’s pants chucked to the ground could be heard.

Bassena leaned down to kiss the guide again, but his effort was halted by Zein harshly pulling up his shirt--scratching the sculpted abdomen underneath. With a click of a tongue, Bassena hastily got rid of his shirt so he could go back to taste Zein’s sweet lips. But the moment his blocked vision finally came out of the collar’s tunnel, Zein gripped his neck and shoved him to the mattress; his head grazing the headboard as the guide came on top of him, straddling his stomach.

The esper didn’t have to be disappointed, however, because Zein went for his lips right away. The hand gripping Bassena’s neck traveled down hastily, leaving a trail of faint red that burned the esper’s desire even more. When Zein’s hands found their home in Bassena’s chest, the esper fetched a small bottle from the drawer and poured its whole content between Zein’s lower cheeks.

A gasp escaped the guide’s mouth between kisses--but also a satisfied, approving chuckle. As if showing his appreciation, Zein kneaded Bassena’s chest and kissed the esper harder. When a finger--and then two--filled him, Zein moaned straight into the hot mouth, before stifling the sound on Bassena’s neck through bites and suckings.

Bassena chuckled and held the guide’s back as he pushed his fingers even deeper. "Why are you clenching on me already, honey? How will you take me in like this, huh?"

Haa...look at this brat getting conceited--Zein let out a choked laugh that sent a vibration across Bassena’s neck and grew his confined erection even more. Pulling up to look at the smirking face of the esper, Zein twisted his hips against the esper’s crotch and enjoyed the shifting expression as Bassena gritted his teeth from holding back until Zein’s hole was ready.

Narrowing his eyes, Bassena smacked the guide’s butt. "Don’t rile me up just yet, Zein."

The guide smirked and grabbed Bassena’s jaw. "Where’s your ’honey’? Use it more, baby."

Bassena groaned and pushed his fingers deeper, along with another digit, which got Zein to let out a content sigh with a laugh. The guide leaned down and used his sweet mouth to warm Bassena’s chest--from the firm muscle to the perking nubs. Below, he let the pitiful growing erection out of its prison, and grabbed the throbbing, hot, hard thing in his palms.

"I haven’t even started guiding you yet, baby."

Bassena responded with a fourth digit that he shoved all the way until it pressed on Zein’s pleasurable spot, eliciting a lewd moan and a laugh after. "I wonder..." Zein dragged his lips across Bassena’s chest, up to the sharp jaw he nibbled lightly, while stroking the man below. "Will this one be covered in scales too when you turn into that mode again?"

Bassena hissed and in the next moment, Zein felt the world spin as he was getting flipped to the mattress. He coughed from the impact, but the hard member was still in his hands--and he chuckled.

"Why?" Bassena bit the guide’s ear. "Do you want me to turn now? Is that your kink or something?

Zein tilted his head and arched his back, pressing himself further into the esper’s crotch. "Not gonna lie--you looked sexy as hell back then."

Bassena froze and swallowed as he stared at the palpable lust in the blue eyes. "...it’ll hurt," he said; for once after entering the tent, he sounded soft. "I can’t promise I’ll be able to do things gently."

"You were already smacking me," Zein smirked.

Bassena clicked his tongue. "That’s different."

"So? Can’t you do it?" Zein pulled the esper’s face down by the hair, grabbed the platinum strands tightly, and whispered against the man’s lips. "Put it in and turn when you’re fully insi--"

The end of Zein’s words disappeared into a sigh as his lips were caught in a pair of ferocious lips devouring him like a fasting people devouring food. Indeed, they had been holding themselves back during this whole Operation, and Bassena hadn’t been having his fill ever since the cruise in the southern kingdom.

With all the tension and adrenaline built up from the fight and making sure things were right, Bassena was truly in need of relief--and it was hard holding it in when he could always feel Zein’s presence behind him.

And so, with the vigor of a lion being shown a deer’s neck, Bassena devoured. Kissed, bit, and licked the fair skin--and without any more courtesy of a warning, pushed himself into Zein’s prepared entrance, all the way to the hilt.

Zein gasped and, as he grabbed the sheet for bearing, he got his wrists pinned down to the mattress. "I can do whatever I want, yeah?" the sound coming out of the esper’s throat as the bronze skin started to be covered in black scales was lower than usual. "I’m not going to have you regret this later."

Zein dragged his heels on Bassena’s hardening calf and started his guiding. "Stop being a wuss and move already."

"I’m going to tell you now," Bassena hissed, and Zein sucked in air sharply as he felt himself being stretched even more down there. "I’m going to lose my mind soon."

The sensation of a shifting, hardening skin against his walls below was ticklish at first, but the slightly sharp edges pressed into every good spot inside of him and it was exquisite. As he stared at the black scales crawling along the esper’s chest and neck, Zein took a deep breath of lust.

"My hands..." he breathed heavily, fingers itching to caress those glistening black scales. "Let go..."

But the hold on his wrists only got tighter, and the corner of Bassena’s lips lifted. The amber eyes were blazing, and with the zeal of revenge for the many times Zein had been edging him on, Bassena answered with a low, husky voice.

"No."

And then he thrust. Hard. And Zein realized he might be biting more than he could chew when he couldn’t even afford to moan or scream. The air got knocked out of his lungs when he lurched back on the bed from the sheer force of Bassena’s thrust.

And it didn’t happen just once. This Bassena--this Bassena had no sense of crescendo. No. This Bassena was going to the top of the chart at once, and stayed there for the rest of the time. Zein was busy just keeping himself breathing as the sensation from the guiding within this relentless onslaught was nothing less than the war they had with the beasts today.

Zein thought he was the one who would lose his mind even before the esper could.

Usually, Zein would envelop Bassena in a cocoon of soothing water during cleansing. This time, however, he felt tiny; like a droplet of water inside a deep sea of darkness. A pair of ambers blazed, the sole warm lights inside the void. With a slithering sound of tickling scales, he was embraced from deep within.

Again, he was drowning.

And this time, it was even more thrilling and exquisite than the time he was drowned for a second in the lake.

The pleasure--ah...the pleasure; he could feel it with every cell of his body, striking the places he didn’t even know he could derive pleasure from. It was like he became a bundle of nerves that was repeatedly getting struck with overwhelming force.

And when it reached its peak, he lost all sense of himself.

What brought him to the surface, in the end, was the same low, husky voice.

"Honey, come back to me."

Zein gasped and blinked, sucking in the air again to fuel his blank mind. Staring at the ambers above him, Zein used his newly freed hands to grasp the scaled cheeks. "Again," he whispered breathlessly. "Call me that again."

Bassena stretched his lips and drove themselves further into uncharted territory, spelling his words of devotion and call of affection with every fiber of his being.