Chapter 662: Side Story 2. Dance of Flame and Shadow - 21
It was bad.
It was disastrous.
It was a rapture so wondrous he forgot about all the experiences he had before.
It wasn’t his first time doing it with a guy. It wasn’t his first time doing it with someone younger. Hell, it wasn’t even his first time doing it with a virgin. But why...what was it that made him enraptured in every pleasurable sensation a human could find?
Was it because of how cute the man was, clinging onto him while holding back the pain, and yet refusing to let it end?
Or was it because of the look in those brown eyes, as if Agni was the only flame blazing in the world, and Ron was a wandering firefly?
It was so hypnotizing, so tantalizing, so precious, and before he knew it, Agni had drowned in it. Before he could get a hold of himself, he had jumped over the threshold he built with his own hand. With every caress and kiss, he wanted nothing more than provide the best for the man clinging to him. He wanted nothing more than to pour all the affection his weary mind could procure.
He wanted to make the kid overwhelmed, but he got swept through the mud into the sunlight instead. Into the golden brown wheat field that was both humble and welcoming.
It didn’t make sense. It didn’t make sense, unless...there was something more in his brain; something more than physical.
By the end of it, the kid wasn’t a kid anymore. He was a man who pierced a stake of ownership in Agni’s heart.
It was bad. It was disastrous.