The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] - Chapter 312

Chapter 312: Fair
OH.

The word slipped out unbidden—barely more than a breath—but it carried enough weight to make his entire body go still.

His eyes widened.

His face flushed.

The kind of bright, full-bodied embarrassment that lit up every inch of him from his collarbone to the tips of his ears.

His lips parted, though no words came. Only a shallow breath as the realization of exactly where he was, and how close they were, sank into his chest like a slow burn.

Xavier didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

Just looked at him.

He remained perfectly poised, balanced above him in the tight cockpit, one hand braced beside Luca’s head, the other resting lightly at his waist. The space between them was nearly nonexistent. One of Xavier’s legs had slipped between Luca’s, their thighs pressed close in the cramped angle the cockpit allowed.

Patient. Composed. Dangerously serene.

And far too pleased.

Too composed and pleased, really. Especially for someone who had just been climbed like a mountain and kissed like a final meal.

Or maybe it was something else entirely, but the little guide was unable to focus on anything because of being too flustered.

Especially not when he looked up and made the mistake of meeting Xavier’s gaze.

There was a subtle curl to his mouth—it wasn’t a smirk, but something quieter. Warmer. Something caught between affection and quiet want.

His eyes tracked every flinch, every shift, every twitch of Luca’s fingers like they were the most fascinating things in the universe.

Xavier wasn’t teasing him. But he wasn’t hiding his thoughts either.

And it was unsettling. It hit low, curling deep in Luca’s stomach, hot and tight and entirely unwanted, except for the part where it absolutely was.

Xavier’s expression didn’t mock him. But it certainly didn’t let him off the hook, either.

These were not the eyes of a man who had forgotten what had happened earlier. Nor were they the eyes of someone trying to forget.

And every inch of awareness stretched tight in the few inches of space between them. They were still face to face, limbs tangled, knees brushing in the cramped space of the cockpit.

There was nowhere to look that didn’t feel intimate.

Luca’s breath hitched.

Then he did what any self-respecting person in his position would do.

He attempted to hide his face.

Which was absurd, because Xavier was still on top of him, and there was no space to go anywhere. But Luca tried anyway, turning his face toward Xavier’s shoulder, burying his hands between them, even trying to wiggle down slightly into the seat.

None of it worked.

“Don’t,” Xavier said softly.

His fingers brushed over Luca’s temple, brushing his hair back with a gentleness that made Luca’s stomach tighten further.

The little guide wasn’t sure what to do or where to place himself.

His thoughts were racing in circles.

He was partially mortified at how he could get like this after mauling his poor husband.

Until Xavier took his hand.

He did it slowly, with intent.

Their fingers slid together, warm and steady, as Xavier gently guided Luca’s palm downward between them.

Luca felt it—felt him.

There was no mistaking what he found.

Luca’s entire body stilled.

His eyes flew open. He turned his head to look at Xavier, stunned, lips parting.

Xavier met his gaze directly, his voice low and clear.

“It wasn’t just you.”

Luca blinked.

Surprise flickered across his face, followed by something warmer. His hand trembled slightly, and he pulled it back against Xavier’s chest.

Xavier leaned down a little more. The space between them was nearly nonexistent now, foreheads brushing, breath shared.

“May I?” he asked.

That was all.

A question. A choice.

Luca’s mouth went dry. His thoughts jumbled together again.

Then he felt it.

The subtle shift of Xavier’s leg brushing between his thighs. Felt the pressure that stirred against him.

And saw the way Xavier looked at him now, with eyes darkened with something yearning.

Heat flooded his body, and all he could do was nod.

Xavier kissed him.

A deep, hungry kiss that made Luca gasp softly into his mouth. And then, with one smooth shift, Xavier turned them over, guiding Luca upward.

Luca found himself seated against the cockpit’s console panel, knees bracketing Xavier’s sides, now sitting astride him.

Xavier held him carefully, adjusting his position with firm, guiding hands until they fit together perfectly. One of his palms rested low on Luca’s back, the other against his waist.

He looked up at him.

It was a silent question with his hand lingering like that.

Luca’s mouth parted. He nodded, face burning.

Xavier didn’t rush.

His hands moved to Luca’s waistband and paused again, giving him space to pull back.

Luca didn’t.

He watched.

Really watched.

Watched as Xavier slowly peeled his waistband down, the pressure shifting as fabric dragged over his hips.

Luca’s breath caught.

Xavier’s fingers skimmed along his skin as he worked the pants down inch by inch, careful of their confined space.

When the fabric slipped lower, Xavier carefully lifted each of Luca’s legs, mindful of the tight space, and tugged the pants off entirely, setting them aside in the narrow space by the wall. Luca was left in only his shirt, straddling Xavier with flushed thighs and a heartbeat loud enough to rival the hum of the cockpit.

Xavier exhaled softly and adjusted his grip.

But as he began to shift, guiding Luca’s body gently back down, ready to settle him into his lap, Luca’s hands pressed lightly against his chest.

He looked down at Xavier, face burning, lips parted.

And then, in a voice barely louder than a whisper, he said, “Yours too.”

Xavier blinked.

For a moment, he stilled, expression unreadable.

His arms remained around Luca’s waist, supporting him easily in the air.

Then, quietly, Xavier laughed under his breath. Not mockingly, but soft—genuinely surprised.

He looked up at Luca, eyes glowing with something warm and electric.

“Are you sure?” he asked, voice just as low.

Luca nodded, though his entire face looked like it might burst into flame.

His hands curled in the front of Xavier’s shirt. “It’s…not fair otherwise.”

That surprised Xavier even more, but something in his gaze shifted—slower now, heavier.

He smiled, only for his wife.

And without another word, he sat back, holding the little guide against him as he shifted to reach for the buckles at his waist.

Luca helped again—still clumsy, still red—but determined. Their fingers tangled, brushing as they worked together to undo each strap. The space was tight, limbs bumping, breath shallow between them. And even in the fumbling, there was something intimate and focused about the way they moved.

By the time Xavier’s pants slid partway down his hips, Luca couldn’t help but look down.

And when he did—when he really saw him, his thoughts scattered.

From down up and even sideways, Xavier was seriously handsome.

The prince, in turn, was looking up at him like he belonged there, like Luca was something beautiful in return.

And this flustered wife couldn’t stop staring.

Not even when Xavier finally brought him back down, settling him across his lap again.

This time, there was no more hesitation.

Just heat.

And something that felt like the beginning of everything else.