The Guide is Actually a Body-Switching Esper [BL]-Chapter 192: Proper Order of Things

The bed creaked under the weight of them both, as Lane put Damien down, climbing on top of him. It would be all too easy to break it, now that Lane was in his real body - they were both elite Espers, after all, some old piece of furniture stood no chance against them - but Lane dismissed that thought. For now. He needed to focus on destroying Damien’s defenses first and foremost. Not ruining his furniture and giving the man extra reasons to be angry with him!

Now that they were both on the bed, Lane broke the kiss, planting one final soft peck on Damien’s red lips, and lifted himself above Damien. The lights were on, so the man could see Lane perfectly well, as Lane pulled his hoodie over his head and tossed it aside, revealing his sexy, toned torso. He took it slow, to give Damien a show to enjoy...

And because his hands were stiff from the cold. Damien was still unintentionally leaking his ability.

"You’re going to freeze the whole bed at this rate," Lane couldn’t help but scoff. "Did you neglect your guiding again?" ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

He was supposed to be nice and sweet, sweeter than honey, not reproach Damien, but he just couldn’t help himself. Besides... Damien had felt for Lane’s personality somehow, right? So it should be alright, right?

At least Damien didn’t get angry at Lane pointing out his mistakes when he himself had done far worse. He just explained, "I didn’t have time."

Only for Lane to roll his eyes in response. "Hah! How much time has already passed?"

"Well..." Damien opened his mouth, but he was instantly shut up by another kiss.

About as much as Lane had been gone, of course. Therefore, Lane couldn’t possibly allow Damien to give him an answer. And what was a better way to stop him from talking than making out?

As if he wanted to say something - which he probably did - Damien hummed into the kiss. But was promptly ignored. Rather than withdraw, Lane deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue in, massaging Damien’s, his piercing adding an extra, interesting stimulation...

And then, he activated his guiding.

Damien flinched underneath him, surprised by the sudden sensation. The guiding that once helped him recognize Lane, but one he hadn’t felt in... Was it five months now? Because Lane had been saying that he cannot use the abilities of his past possessions, only of the current one, he hadn’t given Damien any guiding since he possessed Xavier.

But it was different now. Damien needed some guiding, Lane was going to tell him the truth... later, and on top of that, Lane didn’t want to sleep on a frosty bed! He wanted to make it steamy, not freezing cold!

"Calmer now?" he asked, as the cold finally started receding. "You really need to do better. What if you were to go on a rampage?"

"...I had it under control. It was nowhere as bad yet," Damien argued.

To which, Lane raised his brows, giving Damien a doubtful look. Yes, he was far from rampaging, but if his ability was leaking out, regardless of circumstances, how was that ’under control’?

Well, either way, now it was truly taken care of, so it was time to move on to the important part. Lane could still continue with the guiding along the way. But first, he needed to warm up his hands, so he tore out the bottom of Damien’s shirt from his pants, and slid his hands underneath it, sliding them over Damien’s chiseled abs...

"Mmh," Damien let out a stifled moan, shifting underneath Lane. The coldness of the hands didn’t bother him, with his ability, he was more than comfortable with that, so he could just enjoy the touch... First time being TRULY touched by his boyfriend.

Still, he furrowed his brows as his hands tightened on the bedsheets, and managed to utter, "Wait, Lane. We need to- Mph!"

Well, managed to utter four words. Before Lane claimed his lips again. Lane knew what Damien was going to say anyway, but had absolutely no intention to oblige, not now at the very least, so why should he let him finish? It would only work in his disfavor!

Damien tapped lightly on his chest, trying to signal him to pull away, but Lane pretended not to understand.

Sex first, conversation later. That was the ’proper’ order of things, according to Lane.

Because the first thing should go well, while the second...

Eventually, Damien’s hands traveled from Lane’s shoulders to his back, no longer trying to push him away, but rather pulling him closer, until there was no space, only Damien’s half-pulled-up shirt separating them. Lane won, and once again, things would go his way.

The only problem now was that with such closeness, the otherwise simple task of undressing turned into an impossible challenge. Lane’s hands fumbled around, successfully removing Damien’s belt and unzipping both his and Damien’s pants, giving their already hard cocks some more room to breathe, but that was about as far as he could get. Still, he was afraid to let their lips part, lest Damien would try saying something again...

It was only when their lips were all sore, and they were both gasping for air, that Lane finally let go of Damien’s swollen lips, and moved down, peppering Damien’s jawline, and then neck with countless kisses. Damien was still holding him tightly, but at least he managed to lift up enough to grant himself access to the buttons...

Honestly, he was tempted to rip the shirt apart, but dismissed the idea at the last second. He really shouldn’t create more things for himself to apologize about, not right now.

So, he skillfully slipped the buttons through their holes, one by one, slowly moving down with his kisses, sucking on Damien’s collarbone, then traveling down his pecks, until he got to one of the round, light brown nipples. It was already all perked up, just waiting to be sucked on.

And so Lane did. Just as he won the battle against one of the buttons, he licked the nipple, and then, without a warning, he captured it with his lips sucked hard, while his hands slid down toward Damien’s squeezeable ass.