The Guide is Actually a Body-Switching Esper [BL]-Chapter 68: Wrong Name [M]

"...Okay."

Lane’s smile instantly widened. Without a moment of hesitation, he pushed the hidden button, opening the sofa, and flipped Damien over, becoming the one on top. It earned him a surprised look from Damien - the man probably didn’t know that there was such a button hidden under the seat, or didn’t understand how Lane was able to flip him with such ease... After all, Aidan’s body might have been fit, but Damien was still much taller, and quite heavy, his frame packed tight with muscles...

But how something like that could deter Lane in any way? He had plenty of abilities that could temporarily boost his physique. Of course, it was not without consequences - unless he was in his real body, it was bound to cause him pain... But, at the moment, he was simply too excited to care.

His fingers quickly found their way to the buttons of Damien’s shirt, slipping them off their holes one by one, and slowly revealing the honeyed expanse of the man’s chest. It was smooth and tight, perfectly sculpted...

"Damn," Lane couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight. It wasn’t the first time he saw Damien’s chest, but before, it was only some glimpses. Only now was he finally able to take a good look.

He leaned down for a kiss, capturing Damien’s mouth briefly, before slowly moving down, placing a lot of soft, moist kisses all over the man’s neck...

"Ugh, I..." Damien reached out his hands, trying to unbutton Lane’s shirt, but Lane just pushed them away.

"Na-ah, not this time. Today, I’ll just make you feel good, alright?" He pressed Damien’s hands against the couch, planting another kiss on his mouth. Although he wasn’t really against Damien undressing him, he wanted to show the man some good time. Satisfy him so well, that in the future, it would be Damien begging him for more, unable to wait... "So be good, or I’ll have to tie you up..."

Not that he actually could. He didn’t have anything on him that could restrain an S-ranker. Even if he tied Damien with a shirt or something, he would only end up ripping it up, even without meaning to do so...

But the idea wasn’t so bad. Thinking about Damien, all flushed and panting, his hands handcuffed to the bed...

Lane bit on his lip, feeling his own crotch start to ache. Even imagining it was so arousing... He should try it sometime, if there was an opportunity.

For now though, he moved on, giving Damien’s chest a good lick, his tongue tracing the shape of the man’s washboard abs. He slowly moved up, all the way to his taut pecs, sucking on the nipple. He couldn’t help but smile, as a muffled "Mph!" escaped Damien’s mouth.

The man was surprisingly sensitive.

Lane’s hands, meanwhile, slowly drifted down, rubbing and kneading Damien’s waist, until they reached the pants. They skillfully undid the belt, the button and the zipper, carefully pulling the pants down, and giving Damien’s ’friend’ a little more room to breathe...

Lane rubbed the cock gently, as he shifted his body down, peppering Damien’s trembling abdomen with kisses along the way. Only when he was all the way down, did he pause temporarily, lifting his head.

Then, he slowly pulled Damien’s white boxer briefs down, letting the man’s penis come into full view.

He licked his lips with delight... But a moment later, his smile faltered.

’Wait... He’s not bigger than me, is he?’

He stared at the massive cock, standing proudly, veins pulsing on its shaft.

It was hard to tell, honestly. They were more or less the same size. The only way to say for sure would be to compare them, side by side... But that was impossible. Lane would never meet Damien in his real body, let alone end up in bed with the man...

Letting out a quiet sigh, Lane shook his head.

It wasn’t that important. He’d just assume he was the bigger one. He most likely was.

Rather than waste time thinking about useless things, it was better to focus on the treat in front of him.

Carrying on, Lane pulled Damien’s pants down, revealing his thick, muscular legs. He licked the man’s inner tight, sucking on his skin. One of his hands slid underneath Damien, squeezing his ass, while the other started caressing his cock... Only softly for now, though, merely teasing. The man had made him wait so long for any action, so it was now the time for some payback... freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"Ugh..." Damien groaned, grasping onto the couch’s upholsterer. "Evan..."

Lane’s brows twitched. "Wrong name," he said in a low voice, almost growling, as he bit onto Damien’s tight.

It wasn’t weird that in such a moment, Evan’s name slipped from his mouth. It was how Damien must have thought about Lane, having guessed his identity. That much was to be excepted.

Yet for some reason, Lane felt annoyed. So annoyed that he couldn’t help but tighten his grasp on Damien’s ass, his fingernails, despite being short, digging into the flesh.

"Ugh! Then... what am I supposed to call you?" Damien muttered with difficulty, suppressing another groan.

For a while, Lane didn’t answer.

What the hell was he doing? He almost asked Damien to call him ’Lane’...

He never cared about things like that. So why was it that when he was with Damien, he wanted the man to cry out his name, his REAL name? He was curious how it would sound, called out in Damien’s low voice, among the sensual moans...

"Aidan, of course," he eventually answered, his voice strained with all the suppressed emotions. "Did you already forget my name?"

"...No."

Hearing Damien’s hesitant response, Lane took a deep breath, calming himself down.

It was all his fault. Because Damien was so weird, chasing after him, all so emotional, that Lane must have gotten infected by this madness. He lost control momentarily, pulled along by the man...

But he wasn’t so easy to deal with. No matter how Damien tried to bait, stir, or trap him, Lane wouldn’t fall for it...

Of course, sleeping with Damien was a different matter. Lane leaned forward, wrapping his lips around Damien’s cock, and swallowing it whole in one go, taking Damien by surprise.