The Guide is Actually a Body-Switching Esper [BL]-Chapter 241: My Turn [M]

"Isn’t it my turn?"

At Damien’s words, Lane blinked a few times, confused. "Your turn?"

"Yeah," Damien nodded his head lightly. "To do... you know."

Lane remained quiet for a while longer, just staring at Damien in near-darkness. Not because he didn’t have a clue as to what the man meant, but rather because he was weighing the options in his mind. To tease Damien about it, until he squeezed out more than just ’you know’ out of him, or to carry on with the conversation properly so that they could move on to the good stuff soon...

In the end, the second option won, since Lane had a feeling that teasing could backfire. "To be on top?" he simply asked.

And as he expected, Damien responded with a short "Yes."

It had to come up eventually. Lane knew it would. Damien seemed like someone who would normally be on top. Till now, because Damien lacked any experience, it was only Lane leading the way, but as Damien started feeling more comfortable... It was only natural that he would want to switch things up.

The problem was that Lane was a definite top. Absolute, certified! He had always been the top, and he would always be. Sure, Damien was special, and Lane was willing to do things for him that he wouldn’t want to do otherwise... But ask him to be the bottom? That was a bit...

"Hahaha..." Lane let out an awkward chuckle, then he grabbed Damien’s wrists and pressed them on the bed above the man’s head. "Nope, it’s not. We’re gonna do it like that: Now it’s my turn, next is my turn, and after that..." He paused for a moment, flashing a grin, "It’s my turn again."

Damien’s brows furrowed, as he analyzed Lane’s words. But no matter how many times he repeated them in his head, things were just not adding up. It was just ’mine’, ’mine’, always ’mine’.

"That’s... not fair."

"When has life ever been fair?" Lane laughed, nibbling on Damien’s earlobe, before blowing on it. "Besides," he whispered right into his ear, his voice low and seductive, and slightly raspy after the concert he had performed in the car not long ago, "Don’t you enjoy it? When I take you from the back..."

"W-well..." Damien stirred under Lane, his whole face, neck and ears flushed bright red. "I do, but... Wouldn’t you enjoy it as well?"

"Nope, most definitely not!" Lane firmly denied it.

And Damien... let it go. He pondered over it for a while longer, his face frowny, but eventually, he let out a disappointed sigh. "Is that so..."

Now it was Lane who furrowed his brows. Although he got what he wanted - Damien giving up on this impossible idea - he couldn’t help but feel displeased about it for some reason? Was it because Damien gave up on it so easily, even though he clearly still wanted to top Lane? He probably assumed that since Lane had a lot of experience, he must have tried it and knew what he was talking about...

But Lane hadn’t. Of course, he still KNEW that he was right. How could he possibly be a bottom? Nope, that just wouldn’t work out, Lane was certain of it.

Still... Should he at least give it a try? Let Damien have a little taste of how it is to be the top...?

Regardless, it wasn’t the time to think about it. Whether Lane ever decided to do Damien such a favor, it couldn’t be that night. It just wouldn’t work out with Lane’s other plans.

So, he dismissed all the thoughts, and captured Damien’s lips once again. Although they were both tense at first, as their tongues played together, and their hard cocks rubbed against each other, trapped between their tightly pressed bodies. Soon enough, all the awkwardness was gone, and both of them fully succumbed to pleasure. Lane waited until the atmosphere felt right again, and squeezed out more lube onto his hand, returning to massaging Damien’s hole, preparing him for sex.

It was already the third time - or the third NIGHT, to be precise, as the count of how many times they did it till now was a bit higher - so everything went smoother. No longer surprised by the sensation of having Lane’s fingers stuffed down his ass, Damien reacted well, quickly relaxing and loosening up. He gasped, grasping onto the sheets, already enjoying himself even though Lane wasn’t even in yet...

Lane pulled back from the kiss, licking his lips with delight. "I’m gonna enter now, okay?" he whispered, tearing a condom pack open and sliding it onto his throbbing cock. Then, holding Damien’s hips up, he slowly pushed in.

He didn’t go hard this time. Rather, he took things rather slow, pushing lightly, as he lifted Damien’s leg, caressing it gently with his hands, and peppering his inner thigh with kisses. It was only the appetizer, not the main course, so he had to make sure not to overdo it. Just a taste, to enjoy it, but not to satisfy. So that Damien wouldn’t say no when he asked for more...

"Ugh..." Damien groaned, shifting his hips, as Lane hit a particularly sensitive spot. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling irregularly, his lashes fluttering... "Faster..."

How could Lane ignore such a plea? He bit Damien’s thigh lightly, and started increasing the speed and intensity of his pushes, moving his hips to change directions. He reached his hand, and grabbed Damien’s cock, rubbing it off, matching the speed with his hips...

"Mnhn!" All of a sudden, Damien’s whole body jerked up, and the milky liquid shot from his cock, splashing all over Lane’s hand and his abdomen. Damien remained tense for a few seconds longer, his back bent in a beautiful arch, before dropping limply on the mattress. With Damien having orgasmed already, Lane grabbed harder onto his hips, and accompanied by the bed creaking and Damien gasping for breath, started pushing fast to cum as well. It didn’t take long for him to reach his climax, and he fell right onto Damien’s damp chest.

They lay like that in silence for a good few minutes, slowly calming down, before Damien tapped his shoulder. "Come on, get up. Let’s take a quick shower, I’ll change the bed, and we’ll go to sleep..."

"Eh?" Lane whined, lifting himself up on his hands to meet Damien’s eyes in the dark room, lit only by the street lights seeping through the windows. "Already?"

"It’s late, we can do it again tomorrow..."

That was exactly what Lane feared might happen, but he wasn’t going to give up so easily. There was no guarantee Damien would have time tomorrow, so Lane pouted his lips, giving Damien puppy eyes. "What if you’re busy?"

"Well..." Damien hesitated. He wanted to say that he wouldn’t, but he knew better than to make such promises.

"Just one more time," Lane lifted his finger, pleading. "Only one. Then I won’t complain anymore, and we will nicely go to sleep..."

"...Only one?"

"Yes, I promise!"

"Well... Okay then," Damien conceded, causing Lane’s lips to stretch in a wide grin.

Damien didn’t know that he had just fallen into a trap. While Lane did not lie to him... He also didn’t tell the whole truth. Yes, they would go to sleep after having sex one more time...

Except that it wouldn’t be in Damien’s bed.

Because by that time... Damien’s bed would have already ceased to exist.