The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] - Chapter 314

Chapter 314: Sounds
Luca did not know that it was possible to go crazy from hearing squelching sounds.

If anything, the poor, inexperienced wife had no idea that such movements could elicit sounds like that, like this.

Wet, slick, and embarrassingly loud in the confined silence of the cockpit, every squish and glide echoed far louder than it had any right to.

He wanted to melt through the floor. If floors still existed for someone like him who’d been carried around the entire time.

But that’s only if there would be anything left of him after all this.

See, when he collapsed against the mountain giant earlier, Luca had started hearing the alluring call of sleep.

His lids were heavy, and his body was spent; yet Luca felt satisfied, like a beast ready to lounge after a meal.

Only this lounging didn’t get to happen, for he slowly realized that one prince wasn’t quite done yet.

If anything, he might forever have a skewed understanding of male endurance, for in front of him, Xavier’s body remained tense, and a quick and very flustered glance could tell you he was still raring to go, so ready that Luca could only gawk at him.

From where he sat, the golden dragon had to look up before asking, “Y-you’re still…?”

Xavier’s voice was a soft exhale against his head. “Yeah.”

Those large hands didn’t move.

Not at first.

He simply held Luca there, letting the little guide’s weight rest against him. His breath was still shallow, heart thudding behind his ribs, and his body—his very stubborn body—remained hard.

So hard it ached.

It wasn’t ideal. Not when it would be impossible to go all the way with this current set-up.

But no sane man could be expected to stay unaffected with Luca curled up in his lap, flushed and twitching, spent and dazed and utterly trusting.

Especially not when the same person looked at him with concern instead of scorn.

Luca didn’t pull away. If anything, he seemed more worried than scandalized, which only made it worse.

His little wife.

Golden-eyed. Beautiful. All soft sounds and flushed skin. And far too close.

He didn’t deserve this. And frankly, in the mind of this Imperial Crown Prince, no one would deserve to see this sight.

Yet he’d been a selfish bastard lately, taking more than what he deserved, and even now, indulging like this, full knowing what likely lay ahead for him.

He probably wouldn’t get the chance again, not any time soon. The moment they left this cockpit, he knew he might face punishment, a target on his back. And he was okay with that.

So he was going to have to cherish looking at his wife like this for the few minutes he’s got left.

“Xavier, are you all right?” asked the guide, who felt the prince’s pointed gaze.

The troubled husband, who had every intention of saying yes, closed his eyes for a moment.

He didn’t want to ask for more.

But then this pliant beauty shifted slightly in his lap, just enough to make his concern known. His hand moved to Xavier’s chest, fingers curling slightly over the fabric, and his voice came out quiet.

“Xavier..”

The prince’s breath caught.

He looked down and met those golden eyes—still hazy from release, but steady. Earnest.

And he faltered.

Maybe he could have resisted if Luca had looked away. Maybe he could have swallowed the ache and let it fade.

But Luca didn’t do so.

He looked at him like he wanted to help. And Xavier… he’d never been good at denying him.

It took a moment, but eventually the prince relented. He pressed a kiss to Luca’s temple, speaking softly. “Then… would it be alright if I borrowed your thighs?”

Luca blinked. “M-my thighs?”

Xavier gave a faint, slightly breathless laugh. “Just for a bit. You don’t have to do anything. Just let me feel you.”

The confusion in Luca’s expression was almost adorable—right up until Xavier shifted him forward with steady, reverent hands.

His grip was firm but gentle, one hand cupping beneath Luca’s thigh, the other slipping to the small of his back to guide him toward the cockpit console.

“?”

He pressed in close, lips brushing the back of Luca’s ear, voice low and ragged. “Just keep your legs together for me. Can you do that?”

The little guide nodded automatically, unsure of what he was agreeing to.

Then Xavier adjusted behind him, settled between his thighs—

—and the moment his length slid into the narrow space, skin against flushed skin, Luca whimpered.

The slick slide of their shafts against each other made Luca gasp, his entire body jolting in surprise.

“Hah—w-wait! What—what is that?!”

He immediately looked over his shoulder, eyes wide, panicked, and very much awake now.

Xavier didn’t answer right away. Couldn’t, if anything, for he could only groan as Luca’s thighs instinctively tried to close even tighter.

The cockpit was filled with the husband’s half-strangled growls, which got Luca’s thighs trembling from renewed sensitivity.

He thought he was fine already, but the sheer feel of Xavier’s length sliding between them got him all hot and bothered in no time.

Luca felt his knees weakening as the hulking man behind him rocked forward. It started slow. That grinding pressure pooled as the little guide bucked against Xavier’s thrusts.

And then came that sound.

*Squelch.*

Luca froze.

The cockpit, filled with wet, indecent sounds that bounced far too clearly in the confined space, left no room for denial.

His ears pricked and reddened every time he heard it, and the little guide’s heart thudded as his body betrayed him.

Although if anything, Luca’s body was nothing but honest.

Even as his hand flew to his face, his body still arched as Xavier’s tip dragged over a sensitive spot near the crease of his thighs.

The prince, on the other hand, inhaled sharply, kissing along the nape of his neck, all restraint hanging by threads. His hands were reverent, holding Luca firmly but with care, guiding the rhythm as he thrust between his thighs again and again.

The little guide felt like turning mush.

His head felt detached as his world spun with every pump.

Xavier rocked into him again, slow and aching, lips moving along his shoulder as he built the rhythm. The slide between his thighs grew faster, wetter, louder.

And every breath that spilled from Luca’s lips came out higher, softer, full of confusion and bliss.

Xavier’s voice was raw now. “Tighter,” he muttered.

Luca’s thighs clenched instinctively.

The prince groaned, the sound nearly buckling his knees.

Then he grabbed Luca’s chest, palming the sensitive nubs with those dexterous fingers, rolling one gently between thumb and forefinger.

Luca screamed.

It was undignified. Raw. And likely the loudest sound he’d made all day.

And Xavier knew he got it right, as his poor wife had to be held from behind.

Luca practically sagged against Xavier, who nipped at his ear while those hands roamed around his chest.

The little guide wanted to beg. But he wasn’t sure what he wanted to beg for.

Not when he was so muddled by the prince’s touch and his voice, which kept whispering how good and perfect it all felt.

He could only moan, whimper, and cling.

Luca gripped the ledge before him like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to the realm of the living.

Because in that moment—pressed against the console, legs trembling, cock contending against Xavier’s—he realized something apparent.

He was going to come again.

One so world-shattering, someone might as well remind him of his name.