歪歪漫画入口页面弹窗秋蝉

Chapter 86 - AVOID THIS



WARNING : EXTREMELY LEWD CHAPTER, REALLY NASTY, PORN, DETAILED. NOT FOR UNDERAGE READERS. AUTHOR IS GOING TO HELL. TURN BACK. Don\'t FOLLOW HER. TURN BACK!

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"Syryn, please, don\'t kneel between my legs like this," he begged. 

"Or what?" The alchemist challenged. He had an inkling as to what was getting Rowan all hot and bothered.

The anti mage\'s self-restraint was at a snapping point. He\'d wanted to give Syryn the time and space to process the memories that were surely going to prove traumatic to the alchemist. He\'d wanted to give Syryn the choice to reject him without regrets for anything they\'d done together if he could not reconcile with the choices Rowan had made.

"Rowan," Syryn pressed in closer till all of him was between Rowan\'s spread thighs, one hand inching close to the centre of his crotch where a bulge sat under dark silk drawers. "We don\'t have to go all the way tonight." Syryn couldn\'t care less about Rowan\'s reservations at the moment. From how the anti mage had kissed him, he knew that Rowan wanted him.

The anti mage was as unmoving as a statue. Even when Syryn tugged at the drawstrings of his drawers, Rowan remained impassive and unresponsive. Did he not want this? Syryn looked up at Rowan. His blue eyes were arctic.

Stung by the rejection he saw, Syryn retrieved his hands, lowering his head so Rowan wouldn\'t see how upset he was. "I get it. I shouldn\'t have-" A hand roughly curled around the nape of Syryn\'s neck. "What-" Rowan swooped down to kiss the living daylights out of the startled alchemist. They were lip locked - their mouths moving in a depraved, primal dance that had the alchemist shuddering. Dimly, Syryn registered Rowan\'s hand grabbing his. With a low groan, the anti mage pressed Syryn\'s palm flat against the silk-covered bulge that had grown in size.

"I tried, Ryn," Rowan mumbled as they kissed. "But I\'m a very weak man," he pulled away first. A string of wetness connected their wet lips. "And there\'s no resisting you tonight."

Syryn could not trust himself to speak, not when Rowan\'s lust-filled eyes were on him, taking pleasure from Syryn\'s palm being moved against the thick appendage that had woken up completely.

"You asked for it." Rowan\'s voice had a deep, smooth purr to it. "Can you handle it, Ryn?"

Syryn\'s face burned but he nodded, eager and in a hurry, afraid that Rowan might change his mind. It was endearing how utterly innocent and unaware he appeared despite his inherent wicked personality.

"Good," Rowan released Syryn\'s hand from its prison. "Undo my drawstrings."

Moving with steady hands that did not betray the nervousness he felt, Syryn untied the neat knot that held up Rowan\'s modesty. It was all the years of brewing he had accomplished under pressure that allowed his hands to work without much shaking.

Rowan\'s erection was finally free from the confines of cloth. The alchemist swallowed as he stared at the hard, veined cock that he had been thinking about. "Now that you have it, what do you intend to do, Ryn?"

Syryn licked his lips, a nervous gesture that drew Rowan\'s eyes to his mouth. "I\'m not sure," he replied. "Can I?" His hand hovered tantalisingly close to the prize. Syryn had no idea what it was doing to Rowan. Taking in the sight of those pretty fingers so close to his erection, Rowan was getting wrecked. And when Syryn wrapped all five fingers around him, the anti mage thought it was the hottest experience he\'d ever had. He inhaled sharply as Syryn lowered his head for a kittenish lick at the drop of glistening pre-cum that leaked from the tip.

The little minx then smiled up, dark indigo eyes meeting blue like he knew what he was doing to the man. "You taste so good, Ro."

Maybe he did know what he was doing to Rowan. The anti mage was done fighting his desire for the demon lord and now he just watched with a sense of surrender that felt as powerful as the guilt that would, no doubt, come later. He threaded his fingers through Syryn\'s hair as the boy engulfed his hardness in a mouth that was just as warm and moist as he had imagined. The mage didn\'t know what he was doing but it felt unbelievably good all the same.

Syryn\'s lovely lips were wrapped around the girth of him, mouth stuffed with Rowan\'s cock, and saliva dribbling from the edge of his lips. It had the anti mage\'s heart pounding like a drum. Syryn was going to be the death of him.

"Slow down, Ryn," he reluctantly tugged the boy\'s head back with a gentle pull. Syryn was trying to take in the entire length of it and that was hot but Rowan didn\'t want him to gag, at least not today. Syryn though made a sound of disagreement-which didn\'t surprise Rowan- at the interruption. He determinedly explored and enjoyed the reactions he was getting out of the anti mage. One little nudge and lick at a time, Syryn managed to push in the full of it inside his mouth. The anti mage moaned and he didn\'t know if it was from the sight of Syryn deep throating his cock, or from the feeling of being deep throated.

The alchemist gagged as those without any experience did when they tried to take it in completely. "It takes practice," he said to Syryn while gently pushing away the strands of hair that fell across the younger boy\'s cheek.

Giving him a dirty look, Syryn popped the head back into his mouth and licked. The sensation went through Rowan\'s spine and his grip on Syryn\'s hair tightened. "You\'re so perfect, Ryn," he made a sound that sent a thrill of arousal into Syryn. Needing to hear it again, The alchemist repeated what he had done. Very soon, his cock popped into the back of Syryn\'s throat like he was made to suck Rowan off.

The alchemist built up a good rhythm and it was driving Rowan insane. His orgasm was building, going higher, soaring - and he had to pull out before Syryn was left with a mess in his mouth.

"Ryn, stop," Rowan tried to withdraw but Syryn shoved Rowan\'s hands off. With a deep, shuddering groan, Rowan experienced euphoria. His abdominal muscles clenched and he spilt his seed onto Syryn\'s waiting tongue.

Mage and anti mage stared at each other, chests heaving and dizzy from what had been a fantastic first first blow job from Syryn. The alchemist\'s face was a mess - slick and spit all over his mouth, chin, and cheeks - from all his hard work. But it didn\'t stop Rowan from pulling Syryn in and causing him to bump against the anti mage\'s wide chest.

Rowan slid his tongue into Syryn\'s mouth and kissed him with all the energy and focus that he could muster. Syryn kissed him back with just as much enthusiasm, making soft fussy sounds, and enjoying the taste of Rowan\'s mouth. They lost themselves in the kiss for a good bit till the alchemist could once again feel Rowan hard against his stomach.

Syryn broke the kiss and looked down at where the warm hardness just freshly sucked off had made another appearance. He raised his brows at Rowan and sighed. His own pant was tented but he didn\'t want much from Rowan today, not while the anti mage ran the risk of tearing his stitches and ruining all of Syryn\'s work. He extracted himself from Rowan\'s arms. He was still shirtless and feeling a cold breeze against his skin.

"Rowan?" he looked up at the anti mage who was also on his feet and looming in front of him. Syryn was then suddenly hauled up on a muscled broad shoulder. An arm snaked around his waist and squeezed one rounded butt cheek.

"What the hell do you think you\'re doing? Let me down!" The alchemist worried for the degree of injuries that Rowan was exacerbating with his careless action. 

"As you wish," the anti mage lowered Syryn to a table in the room. The teen now had his back to the wall and a hungry Rowan in front of him.

None too gently, the anti mage put a hand on Syryn\'s knee and parted his thighs while laving kisses down Syryn\'s neck. He bit down on the smooth skin, sucking it so that Syryn would be left with a reminder of him when they were done. He unfastened Syryn\'s pants and reached into it to curl his fingers around the erection that was wet and slick at the tip.

"Ro, no-" Syryn blushed crimson when Rowan\'s thumb rubbed circles over the tip, smearing the slick all over. The anti mage found it cute how the younger boy could still feel embarrassment after what had already taken place.

"Shhh, focus on the good feeling," Rowan whispered as he licked behind the lobe of Syryn\'s ears. It drew tiny gasps from the alchemist who was clutching onto Rowan\'s shoulders like his life depended on it. His eyes were blown-wide, cheeks flushed and scorching-hot. It was the first time anyone had ever touched Syryn this way, and Rowan was drunk off on the knowledge of it. Syryn was his and his alone. And if the boy rejected him, well, that wasn\'t a thought that Rowan was willing to entertain at the moment.

Syryn\'s quiet moans and reluctant thrusts turned into louder, bolder sounds and motions. He was falling apart beautifully in Rowan\'s hand and before he knew it, he had his head thrown back, cresting into an orgasm that put a lovely \'O\' on his lips. And as he came down from the blissful feelings that curled in his stomach, his eyes met Rowan\'s.

The words that Rowan wanted to tell Syryn burned hot on his tongue. He needed the mage to understand just how much he meant to him. But it wasn\'t the right time. Syryn already had a look in his eyes that informed the anti mage of the turmoil in his mind.


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