There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295: Chapter 287. Consolation (M)

Bassena stopped talking for a while, as if saying the name of the animal itself was too much for his sanity. "Well, I guess it wasn’t such an effective method, because I only got even more scared," he laughed nervously, before sighing and smiling wryly. "Well, it is pathe--"

"No," Zein raised his body, cupping the esper’s cheek and kissed the forehead. "No, it’s not pathetic."

Bassena blinked in surprise as Zein cradled his head and embraced him. Hesitatingly, he reached up to hold the guide’s back, and pressed his head onto Zein’s chest.

No one truly knew why Bassena was so afraid of that small, weak animal. He never told anyone, because it felt like a weakness, and he was groomed to never show any weakness. But it was comforting that the person who mattered most to him did not see it as a weakness, and told him he wasn’t pathetic because of it.

"I’m sorry," Zein pulled away and stroked Bassena’s cheek, before kissing the esper’s face. "Baby, I’m sorry."

"Oh, it’s fine," Bassena smiled, enjoying the rain of kisses on his face. "You didn’t know."

Zein clenched his jaw. That wasn’t an excuse. That shouldn’t be an excuse. He felt ashamed for thinking it was funny and laughed about it, even being playful and brought that source of trauma closer. No one should treat someone’s fear like that.

He pulled away and looked at the handsome face that looked so innocent right now. He couldn’t begin to imagine it, how would it feel like to be locked inside a small space with something you were most afraid of. Honestly, it showed how tenacious young Bassena was to come out of those tortures without getting crazy.

Or well, perhaps that was what drove him ’crazy’ in the academy; why he ended up being so wild and seeing everyone as his enemy. Living inside a house where everyone seemed to try to get him, manipulated him, ruling him with fear and guilt...

Zein leaned down and this time, kissed Bassena on his lips, softly, with all the affection he had for the esper, his esper. His lover. He lingered there, stroking the esper’s cheek all the while, before whispering against those lips. "How should I make it up to you?"

"I told you it’s fine, you don’t have to--oh..."

Bassena didn’t want Zein to feel guilty about it, so he wanted to tell the guide that he didn’t need to do anything, that they could just go to sleep and forget about the whole thing.

But Bassena couldn’t finish, because Zein was moving, kissing his neck softly, before going down. And by down, it was to the floor, on his knees, while brushing the front of Bassena’s pants with the back of his fingers.

"Oh..." Bassena swallowed, heart beating wildly. "So it’s that kind of making up..."

Zein looked up and smiled, continued rubbing the fabric until Bassena twitched and hardened. "Should I stop?"

"Oh, hell no!"

Bassena shook his head immediately. "I’m very, very scared and very, very hurtful," he put his hands over his chest, making a very very fake sad face.

Zein scoffed and started to unbuckle the belt and unbutton the pants in front of him. With each movement of his fingers, he could feel the bulge getting bigger and bigger, to the size that his hand was familiar with.

But not his mouth.

He pulled the black underwear down and held the erection in his hand, stroking it slightly. "Just so you know, I’ve never done this before, so I won’t be good at it."

The sound of gulping could be heard clearly from above. When he looked up, still stroking with his hand, Bassena was already red in the face. "N...never?"

Zein smirked and leaned down, whispering against the glistening head. "Never," he said, sending vibration to the bulbous tip.

"Ah, fuck!" Bassena covered his face the moment he felt those lips touching his most sensitive organ, which was followed by a wet drag of a tongue across his underside. He peeked down through the gap of his fingers and the view was enough to make his lungs cease functioning.

"You’re okay up there?" Zein asked with a chuckle, the soft breath grazing Bassena and making him throbbing.

"Nope," Bassena shook his head again. "I’m not okay at all..."

How could he, with that face in front of his crotch? Those blue eyes with long lashes, the red lips so close to his skin, and calloused fingers tickling the base of his genitals. His legs had been tensing all this time--no, his whole body was--knowing that it was a first for Zein to service someone with his mouth.

And fuck--that mouth. The warm breath that grazed him already made Bassena crazy, so he couldn’t even imagine what would become of him when Zein truly put it inside his mouth.

"Well, at least this one looks okay," Zein playfully flicked the hard length standing intimidatingly in front of him, chuckling to hide his slight nervousness.

Once again, he was reminded that his boyfriend was packing. Was someone’s dick proportionate to their mana core? Zein had no idea, but he only needed to remember that this thing was what made him feel good all the time, so...

With that cheering thought, Zein suckled on the smooth head, trying to have a taste first. He heard the sound of a choked gasp, followed by a groan, and for some reason, it made his abdomen tingle, even though it was him who did the servicing.

And it broke Bassena’s thin self-restraint.

It was like a flip; the moment Zein blinked, Bassena gripped the black hair with both hands and pushed the pretty face into his crotch, sending him deeper into the warm, clenching throat.

"Urk--" Zein felt himself choking a little bit, the sting caused tears to pool in his eyes. It was hard and painful, but Bassena was breathing heavily and moaning like the time Zein did him, and it made him hard.

So he closed his eyes, and started to free his own erection while Bassena fucked his face. The speed at which Bassena moved his face was faster than when Zein did it, and at one point, the tip grazed roughly at his palate and Zein tensed as an electric sensation flooded his body and mind.

The blue eyes opened in surprise, and he felt that again not long after.

"I’m sorry," above, Bassena hissed an apology. "Fuck--I’m sorry, Zein."

That apology, evidently, was because he fucked Zein’s face faster right after that, legs tensing in an apparent sign that he was nearing his peak. For Zein, it was tingling sensation after tingling sensation, enough to make him forget about the sting and stroke himself harder.

The musky scent, the moans, the electrifying sensation—it was enough to tip Zein to the edge, right when Bassena grabbed his hair and pulled him off the hot, throbbing cock that spewed white, sticky liquid to his face.

"Ugh—haa..."

Despite just having his own orgasm, Zein had enough instinct to close his eyes. Most of it splattered across his mouth, however, and Zein swallowed it, before licking the rest of the fluid in his lips. He opened his eyes slowly as the rest of it dripped down his face, and Bassena was looking at him as if the man was just witnessing one of the world’s wonders.

"You like that?" Zein asked with bated breath, a bit hoarse from the hard work his throat just performed.

Bassena didn’t answer, immediately used his sleeve—the expensive suit’s sleeve—to wipe his own discharge off the guide’s face. He just bit his lips, cheek flushed and eyes glazed. Gods, he wanted to cry. He just loved this man so much, and Bassena didn’t know what kind of sound he would make if he spoke now.

Zein chuckled at the silence, and slowly got up, smearing his own cum on Bassena’s lips. The esper licked it gladly, sucking on every finger to clean it as the guide climbed to his lap.

"Anything else you want me to do tonight?" Zein whispered while looking into the amber eyes. "I’ll let you do anything tonight."

Bassena’s breath caught again. The ’making up’ wasn’t over?