The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] - Chapter 313

Chapter 313: Everything Else
Kissing like this felt like a whole different chapter of his life.

One that he never even thought he’d get to read.

Yet here he was in the confines of this mecha, and in the hands of someone who felt like burning ice.

Xavier kissed him with growing hunger, no longer just exploring but claiming. Each kiss came deeper, hotter, and more possessive than the last.

And it was addictive. So addictive that the little guide couldn’t tell anymore what was left from right.

Their heads tilted, mouths pressing together repeatedly and hungrily. Xavier’s long, steady fingers gently guided Luca’s face—his touch melting away what little defenses he thought he had left.

Luca couldn’t help but moan.

And as embarrassing as that was, it kept on being followed by sounds he could’ve sworn weren’t from him.

It couldn’t be, right?

Luca’s lips parted on a whimper, and Xavier took the invitation without hesitation, slipping inside with a thirst that made it feel like he was chasing contact he couldn’t get enough of. Luca’s body instinctively pressed in closer, following the pull of every kiss.

And that sound—those breathy, helpless sounds Luca kept making—only drove the prince wilder and even more determined.

Xavier’s tongue swept deeper, stroking and tasting. Every pass had Luca shivering, and each brush of their lips left him breathless.

Then a moan slipped right into his husband’s mouth.

That did it.

A low growl rumbled from the prince’s throat as he gripped the back of Luca’s neck. His fingers splayed wide, firm, and possessive, holding him in place.

The pressure and that foreign sound sent a sharp shiver through Luca’s body, sparking along his spine and settling hot and heavy in the pit of his stomach.

His hips bucked before he could stop them.

And when their groins brushed again, both of them inhaled sharply.

Luca gasped.

“!!!”

The friction wasn’t even direct, but it was scorching.

His next moan came higher, rough with surprise, as his hips rolled forward unintentionally.

Xavier’s breath hitched.

He swore under his breath, then surged forward to kiss Luca again—this time even deeper, needier—like he wanted to drink down every sound.

Their rhythm turned desperate, hips meeting again and again, grinding until the pressure felt unbearable and perfect all at once.

Luca mewled, his thighs quivering as Xavier’s hand slid lower, gripping him hard and dragging him close until their bodies locked tight, flush and burning.

He was going to go crazy. He just knew it.

What more if he touched him there?

What more if those hands, already mapping every inch of his reddened skin, slid even lower?

Xavier’s touch burned as it moved down his side, fingers sliding beneath his sweat-slick shirt before gripping his waist.

Luca jolted, gasping sharply as another moan broke free. It was higher, softer, and more desperate. He pulled him close, hips rising with a steady rhythm, their bodies grinding together with unspoken urgency.

His head tipped back instinctively, eyes fluttering closed. His mouth parted around a stuttering breath, his body trembling with the intensity building inside him.

Xavier didn’t wait.

He leaned up to catch Luca’s mouth again, stealing another kiss. Their tongues met, slick and eager, lips wet and clinging.

Luca whimpered into it.

His voice shook.

His entire body shook.

And Xavier kissed him through it all, swallowing every sound, every gasp, every helpless little cry that spilled from his mouth.

Then the prince touched him, them.

His large hand wrapped around them both, firm, warm, and deliberate. And the shocked guide almost unraveled right then and there.

Luca gasped, the sound catching in his throat as his entire body arched. The heat, the friction, the sheer shock of it made his head spin.

He thought he had experienced this before, Xavier even showed him.

But he didn’t remember it being like this.

This was nothing like that.

Last time they were next to each other, but like this together? At the same time?

Their shafts pressed and slid together, encased by Xavier’s grip. The friction was unbearable, slick and perfect, every movement sending stars through the little guide’s vision.

Luca felt like he was going to pass out from the heat.

His moans spilled freely now—sharp, breathy sounds he couldn’t hold in. His thighs trembled on either side of Xavier’s hips, and he couldn’t tell anymore whether he was trying to move away or closer.

But then came the real challenge.

The prince guided one of Luca’s hands down. At first, Luca didn’t understand—his fingers were shaking, uncoordinated. But then he felt it.

Xavier pressed his hand over his own, and Luca found himself holding them both, skin to skin.

And the little guide who had only seen things was now feeling each pulse and twitch, and Luca was effectively entranced.

His breath caught.

He was touching him.

Not just brushing, not just seeing, but he was stroking Xavier now, as he felt the weight and heat of him wrapped with his own smaller hand.

But Xavier held him there.

“It’s okay,” the prince whispered, voice deep and low. “Just like that.”

Luca’s head tipped forward, forehead bumping into Xavier’s chest. He couldn’t look. He couldn’t think. His moans came quicker now, less controlled, as his fingers followed Xavier’s pace.

He could feel everything.

And the prince was watching all of it.

The little shifts in Luca’s body. The sharp inhale when their tips rubbed just right. The twitch in his hips every time he let out a sound that bordered on begging.

Xavier was fighting for control. It showed in the way his jaw clenched, in the tension in his shoulders.

He kissed the crown of Luca’s head instead of flipping him over and taking him then and there—on the seat, against the cockpit wall, bent over that far-too-inviting console.

But he didn’t. Not just yet.

For now, he let Luca explore, let him feel.

He kept their pace even, firm, and perfect. His breath fell ragged against Luca’s skin, and his hands never stopped moving.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmured again. “So good for me.”

Luca whined. “I—Xavier—”

His voice cracked. His chest rose and fell in quick bursts. Everything inside him coiled tight, too tight.

“I-I feel weird again,” he gasped, blinking up at Xavier with eyes half-glazed.

Xavier’s lips brushed his ear, his whisper rough and low and utterly sinful.

“It’s alright, just like the last time.”

This time, Xavier helped more with the ministrations, sensing Luca’s faltering as his breathing became labored.

The little guide was trying to keep it all together, but when Xavier whispered against his ear, the poor wife was undone.

“Let go for me.”

He whimpered again, his whole body clenching.

Luca’s body tensed in Xavier’s arms, a shocked cry breaking from his lips as he came. His hands clenched, hips stuttering, body shaking with the force of it.

Xavier followed right after, groaning deep in his throat as he held Luca close, spilling between them as their bodies pressed tight.

The stunned wife collapsed on Xavier as he tried to catch his breath.

It was impossible to speak, not when his heart was pounding as hard as his legs trembled.

Xavier kissed his temple, ever so gently.

And maybe, just maybe, it was to compensate for how he would be tossed around by the same animal.