The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 313

Chapter 313: Everything Else

Kissing like this felt like a whole different Chapter of his life.

One that he never even thought he’d get to read.

Yet here he was in the confines of this mecha, and in the hands of someone who felt like burning ice. _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

Xavier kissed him with growing hunger, no longer just exploring but claiming. Each kiss came deeper, hotter, and more possessive than the last.

And it was addictive. So addictive that the little guide couldn’t tell anymore what was left from right.

Their heads tilted, mouths pressing together repeatedly and hungrily. Xavier’s long, steady fingers gently guided Luca’s face—his touch melting away what little defenses he thought he had left.

Luca couldn’t help but moan.

And as embarrassing as that was, it kept on being followed by sounds he could’ve sworn weren’t from him.

It couldn’t be, right?

Luca’s lips parted on a whimper, and Xavier took the invitation without hesitation, slipping inside with a thirst that made it feel like he was chasing contact he couldn’t get enough of. Luca’s body instinctively pressed in closer, following the pull of every kiss.

And that sound—those breathy, helpless sounds Luca kept making—only drove the prince wilder and even more determined.

Xavier’s tongue swept deeper, stroking and tasting. Every pass had Luca shivering, and each brush of their lips left him breathless.

Then a moan slipped right into his husband’s mouth.

That did it.

A low growl rumbled from the prince’s throat as he gripped the back of Luca’s neck. His fingers splayed wide, firm, and possessive, holding him in place.

The pressure and that foreign sound sent a sharp shiver through Luca’s body, sparking along his spine and settling hot and heavy in the pit of his stomach.

His hips bucked before he could stop them.

And when their groins brushed again, both of them inhaled sharply.

Luca gasped.

"!!!"

The friction wasn’t even direct, but it was scorching.

His next moan came higher, rough with surprise, as his hips rolled forward unintentionally.

Xavier’s breath hitched.

He swore under his breath, then surged forward to kiss Luca again—this time even deeper, needier—like he wanted to drink down every sound.

Their rhythm turned desperate, hips meeting again and again, grinding until the pressure felt unbearable and perfect all at once.

Luca mewled, his thighs quivering as Xavier’s hand slid lower, gripping him hard and dragging him close until their bodies locked tight, flush and burning.

He was going to go crazy. He just knew it.

What more if he touched him there?

What more if those hands, already mapping every inch of his reddened skin, slid even lower?

Xavier’s touch burned as it moved down his side, fingers sliding beneath his sweat-slick shirt before gripping his waist.

Luca jolted, gasping sharply as another moan broke free. It was higher, softer, and more desperate. He pulled him close, hips rising with a steady rhythm, their bodies grinding together with unspoken urgency.

His head tipped back instinctively, eyes fluttering closed. His mouth parted around a stuttering breath, his body trembling with the intensity building inside him.

Xavier didn’t wait.

He leaned up to catch Luca’s mouth again, stealing another kiss. Their tongues met, slick and eager, lips wet and clinging.

Luca whimpered into it.

His voice shook.

His entire body shook.

And Xavier kissed him through it all, swallowing every sound, every gasp, every helpless little cry that spilled from his mouth.

Then the prince touched him, them.

His large hand wrapped around them both, firm, warm, and deliberate. And the shocked guide almost unraveled right then and there.