I Am Tired Of Being A Hero-Chapter 194: My Sun (M)

"You are so beautiful!" Arlen said as he gradually increased the speed of his thrust until he built a steady rhythm. Strands of Ravi’s black hair stuck on his forehead as Arlen ramped up his speed.

He adjusted his angle, aiming for his prostate and causing Ravi’s body to convulse beneath him. Every hit to his prostate was sending a warning flare to his system that it was overloading. The shudders of pleasure wracked through him, traveling from the inside out, his legs shook as Arlen’s hips snapped against his ass, the movements making his head swirl.

The scent of sweat, vanilla, amber drugged his senses and he breathed it in memorizing the sting of Arlen’s nails, the slap of their skin, and the way his grip made him feel like he was completely and utterly his.

Ravi keened with the unbearable pleasure of his thrust, his entire body responding with quivers so deep that he felt them vibrating in his gut.

He wanted to keep looking at him. At Arlen, as he hovered above him, looking down at him with those beautiful blue eyes, his honed body rippling in perfect grace, arching over him. He desperately tried to keep his eyes open but he eventually lost the battle as he clutched Arlen’s hand with one hand and clutched the bed sheet tightly, the sweat of his palms imprinting on the fabric. He squeezed holding on for dear life.

Ravi’s mouth hung open and every so often, his pink tongue darted out to wet his lips. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and his entire body trembled and shook from the impact of Arlen’s thrust. Large pearls of sweat rolled from his forehead down his temples and Ravi half-moaned, half sobbed.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!."

Ravi panted and writhed and shuddered and trembled. Arlen was tempted to set off a punishing pace and finish off, giving him an earth-shattering orgasm but he didn’t. He stopped and pulled away, licking his lips as he deviously left Ravi tethering at the edges.

"Arlen." Ravi whimpered, his voice laced with desperation and want.

Arlen looked at the body beneath him and he swallowed, drawing all the self-control that he had learned during training from his dad. He smiled, then leaned down and trailed a series of kisses down Ravi’s jaw until he reached his earlobe, he nibbled on it, and pressed a lingering kiss to it.

His voice was low as he coaxed, "Tell me."

Ravi was not sure if it was the voice of an angel or that of the devil but it was also tempting, "Tell me, I would make you feel so good. I would let you come so hard that you would see stars. Tell me, what does Min sol mean, love."

Ravi’s eyes were nearly back and his cheeks were a deep shade of red, his lips trembling as he patted them to breathe.

Ravi was too close, too high-strung to resist him anymore.

He smiled, placing a soft kiss on his lips and rubbing his cock against Ravi’s hole. Not entering, just ghosting around. A shudder surged through him and he had to hold himself from sinking into that warm, wet perfection.

"Tell me, love."

Ravi could not take the sweet torture anymore and he mumbled breathlessly, "My sun." His voice was barely a whisper and his face nearly crimson.

Arlen looked at him, his eyes soft as he bent down to kiss Ravi. It was a soft, close kiss that made Ravi’s toes curl.

Then he pulled back and thrust into Ravi, thrust hard, his cock slid framed over his prostate and sent shock waves of pleasure pulsing through him. He angled his next thrust.

"Good boy." He whispered the words over Ravis’s swollen lips and kissed him again, hungrily, desperately.

The thickness almost split Ravi open, as if parting his flesh to force him to mold around the shape of Arlen’s cock. Sliding into him with such power and strength as if he wanted to make his very soul, sink so deep that it was as if he was piercing some inner vulnerability that Ravi had never allowed someone to touch.

He was consuming him. Burning him up. Shattering him.

"Come for me, love." Arlen urged and as his words slowly washed over Ravi, he watched in gleeful excitement as Ravi’s entire body convulsed and he shuddered as his orgasm tore through him so violently that all Ravi could manage was a strangled sort of groan that was neither a moan nor a recognizable version of Arlen’s name.

Arlen’s weight felt so perfect as he curved over him like he was meant to be there and Ravi’s eyes rolled in the back of his head. His version swam and he felt pummeled by exhaustion. The pleasure bulldozed hum and Ravi surrendered to the pristine sensation, letting himself float away into oblivion.

Withdrawing, Arlen thrust back inside, feeling Ravi’s come splash against his skin and hitting Ravi’s prostate several times over to prolong his orgasm. It started deep in the pit of his stomach, with one last thrust, one last brush, Arlen felt his entire body tense. An all-consuming intense wave filled him and his body quaked, following Ravi right over the edge. He sank his teeth into Ravi’s flushed neck to muffle his own groan.

Several moments passed before Arlen began to return to his body, he was still draped on Ravi, his sweaty skin pressed together, his softening dick buried in Ravi’s ass and their palms were pressed together, fingers intertwined together. He looked at Ravi who looked back at him. His gaze devoured him before they fluttered shut.

It was...Arlen had never had sex so intense in his life.

"Goddamn, Ravi." He breathed out, "That was..." spooned around Ravi, offering him one arm up as a pillow and sneaking the other around Ravi’s waist as he held him tightly.

He peppered his shoulders with tiny kisses as he allowed his eyes to fall close for a few minutes of rest.

"I should clean you up." Arlen was still panting, his breath coming in sharp bites, his eyes welling up from the intense emotions rolling through him. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"No need. I love you." It was barely audible, more like a whisper carried by the wing but Arlen’s ears sharply caught them and he grinned.

"I love you, Ravi."