Villain's Second Heart: Trapped in A Fantasy Novel (BL)-Chapter 72: Showing Off (R-18)

Ezra rushed through his shower as his mind raced at all the possibilities awaiting him.

Oberyn had something he wanted to show him. He’d said it with such a confident smile. It was bound to be good.

Real good.

He got out of the steaming hot water, his skin still tingling from the heat and dripping wet. The hot steam clung to his skin and the sudden coolness prickled goosebumps across his flushed chest. Something told him getting dressed would have been a waste of time, so he threw on a light robe and made his way back to the room.

The silk robe slid over damp shoulders, clinging in places it shouldn’t. Each drop that rolled down his spine felt like a countdown to something climactic.

As he arrived, he spotted Oberyn sitting in a chair in the far corner of the room. The adorable and petite Nephilim was fully dressed, wearing a bright blue top and tight black pants that contoured to his skinny but muscular legs.

The room hit Ezra with the familiar smell - cedar, perfume, and the lingering aura of Oberyn and Ezra.

"Hey," Oberyn said softly in the dimly lit room. His hand lightly traced along the masterfully woven trim of his shirt. The outfit was one of the ones Ezra picked out for him specifically.

"Are we doing a fashion show?" Ezra smirked.

"More like, ’show and tell’, Oberyn said, mischief alight in his beautiful amber eyes that seemed to shine as he spoke.

Ezra took a few steps closer, his silken robe trailing behind him like a silvery phantom. The front of it hung open, revealing his toned and wide chest.

Oberyn rose from the chair as Ezra approached, meeting him halfway in the room. He stood on his tip-toes to kiss Ezra gently, wrapping his arms around his neck.

They kissed each other sensually just a few times before Oberyn pulled back to stare into Ezra’s violet eyes.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"I did some reading today while you were gone," Oberyn hummed, his fingers tracing along the silk of Ezra’s robe. "Rav has some nice fantasy novels...but one caught my eye in particular."

"Oh?"

"It was a romance novel," Oberyn blushed. "With two male leads. And...it got steamy pretty fast. Now, I’m nowhere near finished with it yet, but...it sort of reminded me of us."

"The steamy part?"

"All of it." Oberyn’s lips curled into an endless grin. "There was this sense of...escalation, though. With the steamy parts. Like every time they came together, they pushed the envelope on what was possible."

Ezra’s grip tightened on Oberyn’s waist as his mind raced through the possibilities yet again.

"The thought of you reading some of Rav’s erotic books is really hot," Ezra breathed out, desperate.

"Yeah?" Oberyn replied flirtaciously. "There was something they did in the book that I wanted to try...if that’s okay?"

"Fuck, Oby," Ezra responded, already at full mast in his pants. "I’ll do whatever you want."

Oberyn pulled him forward and guided him to the chair. "Sit down."

Ezra did as he was commanded.

This bold side of Oberyn didn’t come out often, but when it did, it drove Ezra wild. He plopped down in the chair and stared back at the Nephilim with bated breath.

Oberyn reached down and pulled on the belt of the silken robe, undoing the knot. Ezra’s robe fell open, revealing everything.

"Aah..." Oberyn gasped, looking over his partner’s body. The chiseled muscles, throbbing manhood...he could never get enough of seeing it.

Ezra watched him like a hawk.

Oberyn straddled Ezra’s lap with a featherlight bounce, his knees pressing into the chair cushion, the heat of his thighs radiating through the silk like fire through parchment.

Ezra gripped the Nephilim instinctively as Oberyn’s weight settled over him like temptation incarnate.

Then, he started fiddling with the buttons on the front of his shirt.

"Help me take it off?" Oberyn said sweetly. Ezra was already on it, frantically undoing button after button. He let his hands brush against Oberyn’s soft skin as he unbuttoned from the bottom up, and when he finally reached the top he yanked the whole top open, exposing Oberyn’s torso for him.

Oberyn leaned closer, his quivering chest just inches from Ezra’s face.

"C-can you..." Oberyn blushed. "Uh..."

The Nephilim’s body language betrayed him even as the words failed. Ezra brought his mouth close to Oberyn’s chest.

"You want me to do this?" he asked, opening his mouth and flicking his tongue at Oberyn’s nipple. He raised his right hand and began playing with the other as he drew small circles with his tongue.

"Mmmf...yes, exactly...!"

Ezra teased and played with Oberyn’s nipples as the Nephilim began to grind on Ezra’s lap, harder and harder. He wrapped his arms around Oberyn’s head, forcing him closer.

Just then, Ezra noticed something. He licked a little more before pulling his head back slightly, his eyes gliding down Oberyn’s torso to his pants.

"Oby...are you..."

The Nephilim blushed again, sliding off Ezra’s lap. He posed for the human, dragging his hands over his chest sensually before sliding his fingers through the waistband of his tight black pants.

He pulled them down. Ezra’s eyes widened, bigger than they’d ever been, and his own manhood twitched.

Oberyn had something dangling between his legs that wasn’t there yesterday - and it was exquisite.

"I, uh..." Oberyn said nervously. "Finally got around to...you know..."

"Can I touch it?" Ezra said hungrily.

"Yeah."

Ezra reached for Oberyn’s new member, sliding it through his loose fist. Immediately the Nephilim tensed up as he experienced a new kind of pleasure. He was already hard as well, and all Ezra could do was admire it.

It was smaller than Ezra’s - but not small. Perfectly proportioned, with a hefty girth. And just like a real biological one might be, he was already a little leaky.

"Once I started making it, it just sort of...happened," Oberyn said, his voice shaky. "Like...my body knew what to do."

Ezra scooched to the edge of the chair and licked the tip, a trail of his saliva and Oberyn’s juices connecting them as Ezra glanced up at the Nephilim like a feral beast hunting prey.

And then they lost control.