Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are So Hot! [BL]-Chapter 267: First Embrace (R18)

Damien sighed inwardly. There was no turning back now.

Lysander’s courage moved him, and more than that, Damien couldn’t deny his own desire for the determined young man in front of him.

Taking hold of his own stiff, throbbing penis, Damien pressed the tip of it against Lysander’s tight entrance. The resistance was palpable, Lysander’s body instinctively rejecting the intrusion.

"...Lysander, are you absolutely sure about this?" Damien asked, one last time for confirmation.

"Yes. Please..." Lysander nodded, his voice quivering but firm. "I want you, Damien. I want you to take my first time."

"Thank you. I want your first time too, Lysander, so... I’m going to enter now."

Damien took a deep breath, steeling himself, before slowly pressing forward, piercing Lysander’s trembling body with his own.

"Gahhh... ughhh... ahhh...!"

A guttural groan escaped Lysander’s lips, the sound so raw and pained that it almost made Damien hesitate. But with firm resolve, he continued, gently but steadily pushing deeper.

"Unghhhhhhh... mmmphhhh...!"

Lysander bit down on the pillow, muffling his cries, perhaps to stifle the sound or to endure the discomfort. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Damien wished he could thrust all at once and spare him prolonged pain, but Lysander’s body resisted, tight and unyielding, allowing him to move forward only inch by inch.

The entrance gripped him so tightly it was almost painful, but as he pressed further, the inner warmth and pressure wrapped around him, bringing an overwhelming pleasure.

Lysander, however, was clearly struggling. His muffled groans of pain filled the room as his entire body tensed.

Feeling guilty for enjoying himself while Lysander endured, Damien reached forward to grasp Lysander’s penis, hoping to provide some distraction or relief.

To his surprise, Lysander’s length was rock-hard, pulsing beneath his touch.

When Damien had been preparing him earlier, Lysander had seemed more overwhelmed by discomfort than anything else. Yet now, his penis was undeniable—so much so that the sheets beneath him bore a small puddle of precum.

This unexpected discovery gave Damien pause. Tentatively, he tightened his grip and stroked, eliciting an immediate response.

Lysander’s body trembled, his penis twitching eagerly in Damien’s hand.

"Mmphh... ahhh...♡♡"

Damien couldn’t help but test the waters further, thrusting his hips more firmly.

"Unghh... ahhhhhh...♡♡ ahhh...!"

The muffled groans grew softer, tinged with pleasure as Lysander clutched the pillow tightly, his voice faltering into quiet, gasping moans.

Damien watched him, mesmerized, and with one final push, he drove himself fully inside.

Splitting through the tight and firm flesh, Damien’s penis pushed deep to the base, pressing against Lysander’s insides...

"Ahhhhhh♡♡♡!"

Lysander arched his back, letting out a loud moan as his trembling penis throbbed, and releasing his semen.

Ah, so it seemed true after all.

He really didn’t seem to mind the pain.

Whether he was aware of it himself or if an accidental lie had become the truth, Damien couldn’t tell.

Damien wrapped his hand around Lysander’s penis, ensuring he could release completely, gently stroking him to the end.

The previously pulsing penis in his hand began to calm, its intensity fading.

Once Lysander had emptied himself to the very last drop, he collapsed, propping himself up on his shoulders as he took heavy breaths.

"Lysander, did it feel good?" Damien asked.

"Y-yes... it felt amazing..." Lysander replied dreamily, his voice distant, as if lost in blissful reverie.

Damien smiled, pleased. "That’s good to hear."

Then, with a playful glint in his eyes, he added, "Alright, now it’s my turn, isn’t it?"

Damien couldn’t help but admit that Lysander’s unexpectedly alluring expression and the way his tight entrance clamped down even after release had pushed him close to his limit.

Pulling back slightly, he thrust forward with all his strength.

"Gah?! Aahh♡ Nnghh♡ Aaah♡♡" Lysander cried out, his voice a mix of surprise and pleasure.

Damien forced his way through the tightly clenched muscle, the resistance only fueling his desire. The combination of his hard thrust and Lysander’s erotic moans drove him wild.

He slammed his hips into Lysander, pinning him beneath him. Grasping Lysander’s taut, hardened nipples, he twisted them viciously.

"Nnnngggghhh!!!" Lysander cried out, his body convulsing. His entrance clamped down and squeezing Damien’s penis tightly.

Ignoring the burning pain, Damien thrust harder and faster.

"Ughh! I’m- I’m gonna cum again! Ughh! Nnngggghhh!" Lysander gasped, his voice strained.

Damien sank his teeth into Lysander’s shoulder, biting down hard.

"Nnnnngggghhhhh!!!"

Lysander’s body spasmed, and a thick stream of cum shot out, splattering across the sheets.

Damien was at his limit. He yanked his penis out and pressed it against Lysander’s still-pulsating penis.

"Come on, Lysander! Lysander!" Damien cried out, his body trembling as he released his own load.

His cum mingled with Lysander’s, creating a glistening pool on the sheets.

Exhausted, Lysander collapsed onto the soiled linens.

Damien followed, falling on top of him.

He was too spent to care about his weight. The sensation had been too intense.

"Damien... that was amazing..." Lysander panted.

"Yeah, me too," Damien replied, turning his head to kiss Lysander on the shoulder.

As their tongues met, they began to arouse each other once more.

Damien pressed his still-hard penis against Lysander’s entrance when suddenly, they were interrupted by the coughing of Lucian and Lorenzo.

Damien watched as Lysander who is now too drained to move, was gently set aside at the edge of the bed by Lucian and Lorenzo.

Lysander ended up lying partially atop Leonide, who was already sprawled out. Damien couldn’t help but wonder if they were okay, but both of them seemed completely at ease, their expressions blissful as they lay there in a daze.

There was no need to worry, he figured. In fact, if they wanted to take a quick nap, that was perfectly fine. They’d probably had a long and exhausting day at work.

"Damien," a voice called out, pulling his attention back.

It was Lucian.

Damien realized he’d been zoning out again, his thoughts lingering on Lysander and Leonide. He needed to focus on the next person.

"Sorry, Lucian," he said, turning to face him with a small smile. "Is it your turn next?"