Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 354

Chapter 354: ’Good Boy’

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"My turn," Heinz said, his voice a dark purr, thick with anticipation.

Florian’s heart skipped a beat. His breath caught in his throat as he looked up at the king, his mind stalling at the implication. "Y-Your turn?" he echoed, his voice faint, almost lost in the thundering rhythm of his own pulse.

’Does he... does he mean what I think he means?’

Heinz’s smirk deepened, that smug, infuriatingly confident curve of his lips sending another wave of heat down Florian’s spine. His crimson eyes glinted, sharp with amusement and hunger.

"Yes," he said simply, tilting his head in that maddeningly elegant way. "You didn’t think this was a one-way exchange, did you?"

Florian’s stomach twisted into knots. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks, hot and mortifying. This wasn’t something he’d planned for—wasn’t something he’d ever imagined himself doing. His entire body trembled as he clutched the edge of the sheets for support.

"I... I don’t know what to do," he admitted as an excuse, the words barely more than a breath, as if speaking them out loud might make it all too real.

Heinz chuckled—low, dark, and indulgent. It rolled over Florian like thunder, echoing in the hollows of his chest. "Fortunately for you," Heinz murmured, leaning forward just enough for his shadow to stretch over Florian’s flushed face, "I’m an excellent teacher."

Florian’s breath hitched. The sheer weight of Heinz’s gaze pinned him in place. It was like standing too close to a flame—impossible to ignore, impossible to escape. Shame warred with arousal in his chest, and his limbs felt weak, heavy.

’Am I really letting myself do this?’

But his body betrayed him once more, moving before his mind could catch up. With reluctant obedience, Florian slid off the bed, his legs shaky beneath him. The cold air kissed his heated skin as he stood awkwardly before Heinz.

The king sat upright, his posture regal even while half-undressed. His eyes raked over Florian with a satisfaction that made the prince’s skin prickle. He leaned back slightly, bracing his arms on his knees, and then spoke—soft but firm.

"Kneel."

Florian’s breath faltered.

’Kneel? Like—like this?’

The word echoed in his mind, terrifying and electric all at once. But Heinz’s gaze didn’t waver. It was commanding, almost gentle in its intensity. And before Florian knew it, he was sinking to his knees, the plush carpet brushing against his skin, grounding him in the surreal moment.

A quiet hum of approval left Heinz’s lips. "Good boy."

The praise hit Florian like lightning. His stomach flipped, warmth blooming low in his gut. His heart hammered in his chest as he looked up, wide-eyed and breathless.

’W-What was that?’ That strange flutter he felt at the sound of those two words—it was foreign.

Dangerously addictive.

Heinz’s fingers moved down to the laces of his breeches. With slow, practiced precision, he undid them. Florian’s eyes followed every movement, unable to look away as the dark fabric loosened... and then slipped down.

Florian’s breath caught.

’Holy shit.’

He’d seen it before—felt it pressing against him in moments that left him flushed and confused—but now it was bare, bold, and right there. Heinz’s cock stood proud and heavy, thick with veins, the tip glistening with precum. It was intimidating. Huge.

Florian’s throat went dry.

’How—how is anyone supposed to—How am I supposed to...’

Heinz’s voice snapped him back. "It doesn’t bite, Florian," he said, that damn teasing lilt curling around his name. "Touch it."

’Touch it? How can I? It’s massive!’

Florian’s hands hovered, fingers trembling. He hesitated—too afraid to look away, too ashamed to look directly. But Heinz didn’t rush him. He simply watched, patient and coiled like a predator giving his prey time to accept its fate.

Summoning what little courage he had left, Florian let his fingertips brush along the length. The skin was hot, smooth, impossibly hard beneath the velvet surface.

Heinz exhaled, a low groan tumbling from his lips. It startled Florian—affected him. The power in that sound, the way it rumbled from Heinz’s chest, made his heart stutter.

"That’s it," Heinz murmured, voice thick, reverent. "Just like that."

Florian’s fingers curled timidly around the shaft, the weight of it unfamiliar and daunting. He could feel the pulse, steady and strong, and it made his own blood surge faster through his veins.

’I can’t—I can’t do this—’

But before he could pull away, Heinz’s hand was in his hair again, gentle but insistent. Fingers combed through the soft curls, cradling the back of his head.

"Open your mouth," Heinz instructed, voice steady but husky, strained with barely-contained desire.

Florian’s lips parted, instinct overruling reason. He hadn’t agreed—hadn’t said yes—but he wasn’t saying no either.

And then Heinz was guiding him forward, the tip pressing against his lips, slipping past.

Florian’s eyes widened as the taste hit him—salty, musky, completely foreign. He made a small, startled noise, but Heinz held him there, his hand steady in Florian’s hair.

"Relax," the king whispered, his voice soothing now, gentler than it had ever been. "Breathe through your nose, Florian. That’s it. You’re doing so well."

Florian’s hands clutched at Heinz’s thighs as he struggled to breathe, to think. The pressure against his tongue, the stretch of his lips, the warmth of Heinz’s skin beneath his fingertips—it was all too much.

’I’m... doing it. I’m actually doing it? Fuck.’

’This... This isn’t me. This must be... the original Florian. It has to be.’

’He’s praising me. He’s—he’s enjoying it.’

’I can’t—I can’t do this—’

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