Villain's Second Heart: Trapped in A Fantasy Novel (BL)-Chapter 93: Exploring 3 (R-18)

Ezra laid beneath Oberyn, his heart thudding so loud it echoed in his ears. His thighs still trembled from the toy, his entrance slick and sensitive from the stretch and pull of their earlier play. And now, Oberyn was above him, his cock rigid and twitching, eyes wide with awe and disbelief.

"You’re ready?" Oberyn asked again, breathless. The Nephilim was excited but far too anxious to move forward without Ezra’s explicit instruction.

Ezra nodded. "I trust you."

Those three words carried weight. Oberyn didn’t respond with words - he leaned in and kissed Ezra, slowly and passionately, letting the moment build again with hands that explored Ezra’s torso with careful reverence. There was no rush. Only the heat between them, the hum of their bodies attuned.

Ezra arched into his touch, letting the kiss deepen, wrapping his arms around Oberyn’s neck and pulling him closer. He wanted to be filled, to be claimed, but more than anything - he wanted this with Oberyn. This closeness. This surrender.

If nothing else, this would be a good crash course for Oberyn - because Ezra planned to return the favor.

Oberyn lined himself up and took a breath. He looked into Ezra’s eyes.

"I’ll go slow. Just tell me if anything feels wrong...?"

The words felt silly coming from him. They were the same words spoken by the character in his romantasy novel. The anxious Nephilim wanted to ensure he was doing everything ’by-the-book’.

Ezra wrapped his thighs around Oberyn’s hips to lock the Nephilim in place for the next part of their dance.

Ezra nodded again, already bracing as Oberyn began to push in. The first few inches were pure fire - not pain, not quite. Pressure, stretch, fullness. Ezra’s fingers dug into the bedsheets.

He guided his lover inside slowly, gasping as his entrance was breached.

"Fuuuck..." he exhaled, head falling back.

Oberyn paused. "Too much?"

"No. Don’t stop. Please."

More. Oberyn pushed deeper, inch by inch, until his hips pressed flush against Ezra’s thighs. He trembled at the tightness, at the sensation of being inside someone for the first time like this.

Ezra was so warm. So tight. So welcoming.

They stayed there for a moment, catching their breath. Letting their bodies adjust.

Ezra looked up, hair splayed against the pillow, his cheeks flushed deep crimson. He pulled Oberyn down into another kiss.

"Move," he whispered against his lips.

Oberyn obeyed like the good little Nephilim he was.

The rhythm started slow. Gentle thrusts, more of a grind than anything. Their bodies rocked in unison, Oberyn gasping softly each time he pulled back and slid forward again. Ezra moaned under him, clawing his back, pushing up into him.

He never knew it could feel this good.

Ezra moaned again, louder now. "Gods, Oby...you feel so good inside me."

The words made Oberyn shiver. He dropped his head into the crook of Ezra’s neck, kissing his collarbone as he picked up the pace. Their bodies slapped together wetly, the sound joining the soft creak of the bed and their panting breaths.

Ezra wrapped his legs around Oberyn’s waist, urging him deeper.

"Don’t stop. Right there—fuck, yes!"

It wasn’t just the sex. It was everything. The trust. The ache. The vulnerability of letting someone see you like this and not turning away.

It was what Ezra always imagined it would be like - the passionate surrender of one’s first time. It was too much and yet never enough. The paradox of pleasure at the highest intensity. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Oberyn started to lose control. His thrusts grew erratic, rougher. Ezra took every inch, eyes rolled back, sweat gleaming off his chest.

"I’m close already," Oberyn gasped. His stamina had been nearly drained by Ezra’s careful swirls of the tongue earlier, and now with this newfound pleasure it was hard to fight.

Ezra grabbed his face and kissed him hard. "Finish with me. I want you to feel it."

Oberyn thrust three more times, deep and hard, and then came with a sharp cry, burying himself to the hilt as he pulsed inside Ezra. That sent Ezra over too, untouched, his own climax spilling across his stomach as his back arched off the bed.

They collapsed into each other, panting. Still hard from the mind-blowing pleasure that rocketed through both of them. The pangs of their shared orgasm lingered between them as neither dared to move for a while until finally, Oberyn grew so weak that he had to disengage.

Oberyn rolled to the side, pulling Ezra with him, keeping their bodies tangled.

Neither said a word for a long time.

It was Oberyn who finally broke the silence of their spellbinding and mutual daze.

"You okay?" Oberyn murmured, his breath lighter and sweeter than ever before.

Ezra laughed, still breathless. "Better than okay. Oby...that was perfect."

Oberyn smiled.

"Good. Because I know I’m up next time. And if it’s even half as good as this...I don’t think I’ll ever let you off of me."

They surrendered to the moment for just a little while longer until there was a loud rapping at the door. And who else would it be but Rav?

"Dinner’s ready, boys! I’m sure you’re hungry - that sounded like quite the fun time in there!"

They both immediately blushed, covering themselves with bedsheets despite the fact Rav couldn’t even see them.

"Come, come! Although I suppose you already have..."

His voice trailed off as he walked away from the door to begin serving the meal. Oberyn made a move to get up from the bed, but Ezra grabbed his arm, stopping him.

He pulled the Nephilim in for one final kiss, slow and passionate, as they allowed themselves one final reprieve from the reality of the world around them. Oberyn relished every second of it and the taste of Ezra on his lips.

"Okay," Ezra said, his face still flush. "NOW we can go eat."

"What do you think Rav made, anyway?" Oberyn smiled, pulling a pair of pants on and nothing else."

"Who knows. But it won’t taste anywhere as good as you," he winked.