The Guide is Actually a Body-Switching Esper [BL]-Chapter 193: Establishing the Claim [M]

"Mmmph!" Damien let out a stifled moan, shifting under Lane, who was sucking on his nipple while squeezing his ass. Lane had already noticed it before, but the man was very sensitive.

Absolutely delicious.

"Don’t hold it back," he whispered in a hoarse voice, nibbling on the perky light brown nipple. "I want to hear you."

"Ah, Lane..."

Lane gasped, his eyes momentarily rolling to the back of his head. Damien hasn’t done anything, just said his name, but... His name, real name, uttered in that sexy, low, breathless voice, as Damien was lying under him, completely at his mercy...

The feeling of it was absolutely ecstatic.

Overwhelmed by the rush of unexpected excitement, Lane assaulted Damien’s chest with an increased intensity, kissing, licking, sucking, and biting, and earning for himself the most beautiful moans from the man. Damien was so nice to listen to, that Lane didn’t want to stop at all, he just wanted to torment his chest until Damien couldn’t take it anymore. It was only when Damien’s honeyed skin was so reddened and covered up in marks that finding an intact spot became a challenge, that Lane finally allowed his mouth to travel downward, exploring Damien’s powerful abs next. And damn, was there a lot to enjoy...

As he licked and kissed Damien’s abdomen, Lane wrapped his arms around his hips and waist, kneading and stroking the supple skin. His cock was throbbing painfully, urging him to move on, but he ignored it, only sucking on Damien’s skin harder, leaving love bites all over. Damien was no less aroused that him, his cock poking on Lane’s chest, demanding attention, the underwear already damp with precum...

Still, Lane attacked Damien’s skin, as if it offended him. Well, in a way, it did. It was unacceptable if there was even an inch that hadn’t been marked by Lane! Lane had to make sure to establish his claim on the man. He wasn’t just dragging it on because he was afraid of the conversation that would come after the sex, okay?

But Damien had different plans. Although he was normally the more patient one between the two of them, there was only so much he could take. Under Lane’s relentless assault and endless teasing, all the accumulated emotions finally exploded, from the desperate longing to the strong possessiveness. And, he grabbed Lane by the shoulders, and flipped him over.

Taken completely by surprise, Lane didn’t even realize what was happening, until all of a sudden, he was on his back, with Damien right on top of him. He blinked a few times, staring at Damien’s flushed face, swollen lips, and those beautiful emerald eyes, with their scorching hot gaze that made his heart skip a beat... Or a few beats, actually...

And before he had a chance to recover and do anything, Damien lowered his head down, smashing his lips into Lane’s.

The kiss was overwhelming. Damien instantly pushed his tongue in, and started wreaking havoc in Lane’s mouth, exploring it, and playing with Lane’s tongue piercing. It was intense, but with a hint of curiosity. As if Damien wanted to see how Lane tasted, and how he felt. Find out how it was to be with Lane in his REAL body.

The heat completely melted Lane’s brain away, to the point that he couldn’t think about anything, just instinctively respond, while grasping onto Damien’s back. It took him a good moment before he realized that it was the perfect opportunity to finally finish removing Damien’s shirt, and he slid his hands under the thick material of Damien’s uniform, kneading his broad, muscular shoulders, and pushing the shirt down. Still, with Damien’s forearms firmly secured on Lane’s sides, he soon ran into an obstacle.

...Should he tear the shirt apart, after all? There was no other way, right?

As if guessing what he was thinking, Damien interrupted the kiss, a sting of saliva hanging in the air between them briefly, before it broke. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, after which Damien lifted himself up, sitting on top of Lane, slid the shirt off his arms, and tossed it aside.

Tossed it aside. Just carelessly, onto the floor. Damien Lennox. The always proper and tidy Damien Lennox. The sight was so unbelievable that Lane couldn’t help but stare at the poor, sad, abandoned uniform on the floor, feeling a bit sympathetic toward it, even though he was glad it was gone (and just a moment ago, he had been planning to get rid of it in a far worse fashion, which he conveniently forgot)...

Damien wouldn’t give him much time to worry about the poor shirt though, because he moved on to remove his pants instead. And why would Lane look at some crumpled clothes, when he had a much better show to watch?

Although Damien wasn’t really trying to put on a show. He just took down his pants together with his underwear, immediately revealing his hard penis in its full glory, rather than slowly sliding the clothes down in a teasing manner, as Lane was planning to do. Everything was gone in a matter of seconds, all the way down to his socks...

And then, he moved on to undress Lane.

"Wait!" Lane called out, grabbing Damien’s arm.

But when Damien looked up and asked a simple, "What?" Lane momentarily paused, just staring back at Damien with his lips slightly parted. Ready to talk, except that no words were coming out.

What indeed. There was no reason for Lane not to let Damien undress him. He wasn’t embarrassed or anything. He was bigger than in the bodies he possessed, so that was a plus. It was just that, he wanted to be fully in control this time. He liked Damien being proactive, yes, but this time he wanted to lead it all the way, show Damien just how great he was, so that Damien would have a reason to stay... So...

Damien watched Lane carefully, as various emotions passed through his face. After a while, though, when he did not get any answer, he turned his gaze back to Lane’s unzipped pants. Lane’s penis was pushing through, straining as it fought against the material restraining it. With no more objections from the man, Damien didn’t want to wait any longer. He grabbed the hem, and lowered it down, this time moving gently and slowly. He pulled the jeans down to Lane’s knees, and then did the same thing with the underwear.

And just as Lane felt his nether region get a bit more breezy, it got covered up again.

With Damien’s hot, wet mouth.

Without a warning.