The Guide is Actually a Body-Switching Esper [BL]-Chapter 240: Nefarious Plans [M]

Lane smashed his lips into Damien’s as soon as they stepped into Damien’s tiny little studio, before the door even closed behind their backs. His plans had been delayed so much already, first with the group of bandits, and then their little rescue mission, and he was now impatient. Afraid that if he was too slow, Damien would decide it was too late and they should head to sleep, especially since they hadn’t slept a wink the previous night as well.

But if his mouth was blocked, then he wouldn’t be able to say anything, right? He returned the kiss anyway, so it was all fine. Luckily, they were both high-ranking Espers, thus they could go with little to no rest for a while.

Because Lane didn’t want to postpone it any longer. Not that he had waited long, he had literally only finished devising this plan a few days earlier, after his honest conversation with Damien... But if not tonight, then when would he next get a chance to execute it? If he failed to bring those two dungeons under control in time, Damien would probably be busy for a while, away on the dungeon raid, and then they would go on their trip to country H...

Pressing Damien against the wall, he started tearing - literally - Damien’s clothes off, no longer caring whether the man would complain afterwards. It wasn’t the only destruction Lane had in his plans for the night, so in the grand scale of things, a few cheap pieces of cloth wouldn’t really matter. Their all-day date on which Lane was going to take Damien shopping (and pay for it all, of course) was still pending, he’d more than make up for any of Damien’s wardrobe losses then!

Damien didn’t even seem to realize what sad fate had fallen upon his clothes, as he was too absorbed in the kiss, his hands sliding under Lane’s shirt, causing the man’s waist to tremble. The feeling of Damien’s calloused fingers on his skin was simply addictive, like a sensual, erotic massage.

"Ugh..." Lane stirred, rubbing his crotch against Damien’s. They were only kissing and touching a bit, not yet fully undressed, and he was already getting hard... The way Damien could turn him on so easily was almost unreal.

Deepening the kiss, Lane grabbed Damien by the hips, lifted him up, and in a few steps, he quickly passed by the table, and reached the bed. Then he just threw Damien on the mattress, causing the old, cheap bed to let out a loud, ominous creak, that only made Lane even more excited. He swiftly pulled his shirt over his head, and jumped on top of Damien, resulting in the bed creaking even more.

Unfortunately for the bed, neither of the men cared about its complaints. Well, Lane actually did, but perhaps not in the way he should have. The creaking... was a part of his nefarious plans.

He lowered his lips down, biting lightly on Damien’s earlobe, before moving to assault his neck with thousands of kisses. Damien’s skin still smelled like the lake water - they both did - but it was alright. It was absolutely delicious nevertheless. Lane kissed it and sucked, his hands wandering down Damien’s washboard abs until they reached the belt. Without wasting much time, they immediately unfastened it. His lips then followed the trail previously blazed by his fingers, moving down Damien’s torso. Once he reached the line of Damien’s pants, he paused for a moment, after planting one last soft kiss on Damien’s trembling abdomen.

Damien’s cock was already standing proud, pushing on the thick material of his pants and setting up a tall tent. Lane undid the top button, and then grabbed the pull of the zipper between two fingers. Carefully, as not to hurt Damien in any way, he pulled the zipper down, giving Damien’s cock more room to breathe. Then he also freed it from the tight white boxer briefs...

And once both the boxers and the pants were at Damien’s thighs, all the previous care and patience vanished without a trace, as Lane mercilessly tugged them down, ripping them in the process.

"Lane!" Damien called out, finally noticing the cruel treatment his clothes were receiving.

But Lane only smiled sweetly. "Yes, how can I help you?"

"Why are you... Ugh!" Damien didn’t get a chance to voice his complaints in defense of his cheap clothes that desperately needed to be replaced anyway, as Lane took his cock into his mouth, successfully interrupting him. He gave it a good few sucks, before lifting his head again.

"You were saying?" he then asked, but Damien had already lost his will to argue. The clothes were already all torn anyway, so there wasn’t anything left for Lane to destroy, right?

Right?

Lane quickly removed his own pants, and lowered himself on top of Damien again, the bed creaking with his each move. He grabbed their cocks in one hand, rubbing them together, as he captured Damien’s mouth once again. With his free hand, he summoned his spatial bag which he had dropped together with his clothes, to grab the lube and condoms. Although they had only just started, Lane wasn’t in the mood for long foreplay, or to be precise, he didn’t know whether he had time. Since it was rather late already, there was a risk that Damien might want to call it a night soon, and Lane wanted to go for at least two rounds before then. The first one for a warm up, and the second one to execute his plans!

Not interrupting the kiss, he took out the lube, and squeezed a generous amount onto his hand, applying to Damien’s ass.

"Mmh!" Damien stirred under him, lightly pushing on Lane’s shoulders.

"What?" Although unwillingly, Lane broke the kiss, one of his fingers already down Damien’s ass. "You don’t want to?"

Damien groaned, shifting under Lane as Lane’s finger hit his prostate. "That’s not it," he gasped. "But... Isn’t it my turn?"