Flip the Coin [BL]

Chapter 521. Tear me apart

My heart thudded.

What the fuck is this?

Seeing his state—this wasn’t something I could let go of, wait to resolve, or bring up with any more patience for.

I didn’t even need to remove the contacts to know he had gone silver.

I pulled his arm and flipped him around; the plaster around my leg broke around my knee as I straddled him.

I wanted to see the state of his other arm, but Henry woke up from his strange trance.

Real terror was in his eyes as he moved, trying to push me off, trying to bring distance between us.

But I didn’t let him.

Not caring why I could handle his violent outburst so easily, I suppressed him as if it were child’s play as I tried to calm him down and tried to calm myself down as well.

I was worried as hell; seeing how he had ’coped’ with my ’death’ tore me apart.

I had grabbed his wrists, feeling the crystals moving under my skin, separating us, and growing thicker in an attempt to protect me from the darkness and from himself.

"Shhh, it’s alright." I bent down, trying to appease him, trying to be heard under his rash movements and yells of panic.

In the end, I bent down and plastered my lips on his.

See? Alive.

Not the cold lips of a corpse.

Not the tongue of a corpse either.

Regarding the stiffness of a corpse... well.

Fuck.

I became easily agitated by the closeness I had been denied for so long, and seeing him work with me by accepting my intrusion and opening his mouth wider turned me on way faster than I liked to admit.

But at least I wasn’t the only one.

I opened my eyes when I felt his hardness, looking at his closed lids, and when he met my gaze, I watched his dreamy look—as if he were in another kind of trance.

Not the state of a broken porcelain doll, but caught up in the dreamy lust that came prior to the urge to ravish.

An urge that I could understand all too well.

"Alive," I whispered as I continued to rub my right thigh against his growing cock.

"Feel it?" I pressed my own groin against his thigh.

Henry opened his mouth wider and moaned.

I bit into his chin before wandering down to his Adam’s apple, feeling him shudder under me.

Continuing to rub myself against him—I was already a pro at rubbing, given that I once had a clingy puppy constantly rubbing here and there, as long as it was against my body.

And I still have.

His hips started to rise, deepening the contact and force between us.

While his wrists were still held above his head, he showed his need clearly.

Letting go of his Adam’s apple, I chuckled.

"You are alive too, huh?" Back to his lips, my tongue found its target with ease as it presented itself willingly.

"Let’s both be alive." I nibbled at his cheek on my way to his ear.

Let’s both stay alive.

"Tell me what you need." To feel better.

To believe that everything that happened had been nothing more than a nightmare.

To believe that I am here now, with you.

Between moaning and choking up, his hot tears rolled between our cheeks and into my hair while I stayed close to his ear, continuing to rub.

Continuing to whisper,

"Tell me, my little puppy. What do you need to feel better?"

"I...I want to feel you..."

"Aren’t you feeling me now?" I smirked, my breath heavy from the contact, my head dizzy from my accelerated heartbeat and the blood leaving my brain at an astonishing speed.

"I...I want to be inside you..."

I chuckled; I had already accelerated the movement of my body against his, mirroring his and my urgency.

"I want you in—inside me...connected," the deep voice cried helplessly, choking and moaning—a soul-robbing mess.

The need and lust drawn out by my presence.

Overwhelmed by his feelings, just like always when he was with me.

The emotions penetrating the surface, the shards falling, giving a sight of the fragility inside.

Utterly adorable. Sweet as hell.

Cute. Lovely.

So delicate.

So dependent.

Fuck...

I was still owning him one time anyway, so he should go first.

"Well said," I praised.

I used my power without letting him know, conjuring up that fucking thing into my ass without removing my hands from his wrists, from the surface constantly working to separate us.

I didn’t care, didn’t care about the uncomfortable feeling in my ass, and didn’t care about anything, feverish with lust.

Riding his tightness and stimulating us both, I bent down for another kiss.

Conjuring up different sizes, and ignoring the fact that my ability seemed perfect for preparing for gay sex, I tried to relax.

Which was difficult, given that such a beauty was under me, crying and only short of begging.

What a sight, what a feeling.

I missed you so fucking much, enough to go crazy.

Dazed with need, I conjured up a black cravat while kissing him deeply, hearing his voice break, deepen, lighten, and tremble alternately.

Binding his wrists against the frame of the wooden headboard of the bed, I tugged at both our pants simultaneously.

Henry’s fogged gaze found me, but he seemed unable to ask anything, or maybe he didn’t even notice that he was bound and that I could use my power.

The hood was still over his head, the pointy red ears a bit askew, the leather gloves still on him, and his member standing glaringly.

And the black silk tie.

Anticipation couldn’t describe what I felt for when it would finally be my turn.

Not breaking his stare, I conjured already squeezed-out lube into my hands and stroked him.

More shuddering, his lips trembling, his cock pulsing, tears finally drying, only hunger remaining.

There was nothing in my ass anymore...but there would soon be. Fuck.

I straightened up my body, straddling him properly, looking down on him and gripping his cock.

His face twisted with longing and thirst as I slowly lowered myself, soon feeling him.

The hot hard flesh, the warmed wet lube.

It hurt; it was nasty as always, but there was no embarrassment anymore.

Seeing him react to every one of my movements, his blue eyes glued to mine and his jaw clenched in a mix of grievance, obsessiveness, and desire turned me on to no end.

Further down, feeling more in control in this position, further down, feeling the pulsing flesh venture deeper into me, further down, further in, feeling his thighs tremble and a barely noticeable movement of rocking his hips with demand, he let out a deep guttural growl when he was finally fully inserted.

As if stimulated endlessly with this other kind of... tearing me apart.