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The tip of Luocha's cool fingers gradually grows warmer the more they slide down his skin, scientifically speaking, friction creates heat and spark. Such logic doesn't deviate by far from its literal approach, but the swordsman isn't much of a literature person, nor is he a scientist.
The merchant straddling on top of him bends down, planting kisses along the old scars that marred his chest. Luocha claws at the interrupting worn-out bandages (ah, it all started because the blond man insisted on changing the dressing), causing them to loosen and meekly slip off to the mattress. Blade relieves with a long sigh, his chest rises high and falls flat.
Luocha finally stops and sits on his abdomen, tracing a finger over the longest scar, feeling the bumps of his taut muscles and the cleft of the old, closed wound. His emerald eyes studies, and the doctor lets out a hum, finally reaching a hypothesis…no, more like, a conclusion of what transpired.
"A Stellaron made that," Blade says, so Luocha looks up and listens, "That was from my first mission."
"I see…" the blond retreats slightly onto Blade's lap as the other man sits up, "I assume you're going to say when you're still young and reckless."
Blade side eyes the comment, from the twitch of his lips, Luocha seems to have hit the nail. He runs his fingers up the same scar and slithers down, admiring the work as if it was the finest art in the universe. An urge to give silent affection to the evidence of bodily trauma surfaces, and Luocha trails kisses along it, starting from its upper tip.
"It wasn't a shameful thing to admit, Blade," Luocha comments, despite his flat tone, the swordsman can detect reassurance and validation in the spoken words. "We have been there, it's the process of being an adolescent after all."
"...You're saying as if you already had one of your biggest regrets."
"I did," Luocha pauses when Blade combs his long hair back, he can't help but to let out a whispered moan upon the contact. "But, we have to grow up on it."
The hunter hums in agreement, which is rare. Blade often hides his opinions under that stoic visage, so earning validation from such a man fills Luocha with a new kind of satisfaction. The merchant caresses his lover's muscular arms, then his back, feeling the spine along his back, as well as multiple deep and shallow scars along the length of his body. His fingers stops on a circular wound – gunshot, he silently notes.
"That one is…embarrassing to tell," Blade looks away, a tint of pink makes up his cheeks.
"Oh? Pray tell me, Ren ."
Hearing his name being called in that sweet, loving voice tingles Blade's nerves. On that, his initial reservance to not let the past see light crumbles. Luocha coaxes him further by touching his cheek, stroking his face gently. In the end, he caves in.
"It was Kafka's stray bullet. Unfortunately, the bullet stayed. Fortunately, Silver Wolf was able to pull it out. Kafka had the nerve to laugh about it whenever it was brought to the table." Luocha's lips curl into a smile, but his body's little trembling gives it away. "Don't you dare."
"I'm sorry," Luocha replies apologetically, he does sound sincere. "Your friend does have a mean streak."
"...She does," the swordsman admits. "But, she's reliable when we need her the most."
"It's amazing to have reliable partners."
"...It does."
Blade manhandles the doctor, turning the blond's slender body around so that Luocha is on all fours. He slots himself between the spread legs, leaning forward until his chest is pressed flush on the expanse of the doctor's naked back. Luocha shivers from the contact, his hands grab onto the bedrest for better leverage.
Unlike his scarred body, Luocha doesn't have any scar on his skin. It reminds him how blessed the followers of Yaoshi are, protected from the reaches of Death. Perhaps, he can be a better hunter with such skill in his possession, but Blade isn't anything that the Aeon of Peace favors. Hence, he is granted with the cursed powers of destruction; alas, it was his role to destroy everything on his path.
And who knows…one day, he might destroy this particular kind-hearted doctor under him. Perhaps by then, Luocha will finally express his regret of knowing him.
Noticing Blade's lack of action and words, Luocha takes the man's hand and spreads kisses on its calloused palm, sucking off the fingers in his mouth. It breaks the swordsman out of his stupor and Blade moans lowly, his husky voice sends chills straight to Luocha's spine.
His amber eyes glint dangerously as Luocha looks back, releasing his fingers with a loud, wet pop. Luocha guides the spit-covered digits to his ass, prompting the man behind him.
Blade thinks the way those emerald eyes glints with need, the redden skin painting the doctor's luscious, pale body, hot. The sight alone fills him with a dark desire, close to something he feels when he's facing his sworn enemies, but even darker, and more dangerous than that.
"Ren, ruin me ."
That is all it takes for his preservation to crumble. Blade sinks in two digits at once, causing Luocha's hips to buck and the doctor moans loudly from the burning stretch. Of course, spit as lube doesn't provide the best lubrication, but he is in the mood for some pain. The fingers inside him curl, their hard knuckles scrape his prostate, abusing his sensitive nerves. Blade presses the back of his hips to keep him in place, the younger man adds the third digit in. Luocha's eyes widen from the intense sensation, the wood under his grip creaks in protest. He instinctively moves his hips back and forth, setting a pace comfortable for the both of them.
Blade raises his other hand and slaps the doctor's plump buttocks, sending Luocha to another height of pleasure. Another hit comes, followed by the next, until his ass stings and warms from the bloodrush.
"Re— Ren …! Aah~!"
The continuous assault on his ass and in his hole spark imaginary stars in his eyes, his brain cease to function properly as carnal pleasure floods into his being.
"I don't know you have a taste for masochism, doctor."
"And you turned out to– mmhh~ have a streak of sadism… o-ooh…"
What started for dressing change now becomes their mutual need for a good fuck, and to be loved both phsyically and spiritually.
They seek a way to mend their broken beings.
Feeling that Luocha is stretched enough, Blade pulls out his fingers. The doctor whines at the loss, his watery eyes hazily gaze at the swordsman, pleading to be filled. Blade sucks in a deep breath and spits on his palm, stroking his own cock, coating his length with saliva. He can feel Luocha's intense gaze on his size, the doctor is practically drooling with lust.
He aligns his cock in between Luocha's ass, preparing the man for what's to come.
"Ren…hurry…"
"Aren't you taught to ask nicely for something, doctor?"
Luocha whines at the denial, pushing his ass back instead. Blade smacks his ass, hard, clearly isn't impressed by the disobedience. Luocha pathetically whimpers, and he relents. "P-please, Ren … f-fuck my ass already…"
"That isn't so hard, is it?" Blade bends down and captures the other man's lips with his own, kissing Luocha deeply. Luocha lets himself be dominated, following the way Blade's tongue dances against his own, licking and sucking every nook and cranny he can reach. The doctor moans into the wet kiss, melting even further into ecstasy. They break for a breath, and Luocha uses the opportunity to say his piece.
"Ren, please…please… I need you in me already…"
Blade snaps and pushes the head of his cock in. Finally , Luocha's pleasure-filled brain relishes, the doctor moans loudly into the room as the length breaches in further. Blade pulls out and pushes in, burying down until the thick base. It's painful, but Luocha takes immense pleasure in it.
"Yes, yes…! Ren… mmhh~ m-move, please…!"
Blade licks the back of his neck and sinks his teeth in at the same time he snaps forward. Luocha screams into the air, tightening around Blade's cock. The younger man behind him hisses and grabs his hips, repeatedly slamming in and out in a brutal pace that sets Luocha's every nerve ablaze.
Luocha moves one of his hands to stroke his own hardened cock, but Blade swiftly slaps the hand away, so he has no choice but to grab onto the bedrest for his dear life as the swordsman plunges into him without reservation. Luocha's hips move according to the pace, so Blade leaves his hips and moves his hands onto Luocha's chest. His fingers circle around the hard nub, scratching the sensitive nipples with his sharp nails and pinches them almost painfully.
"Ren~ Ren! Aah– ooohh~♡ !!"
"I always wonder…" Blade pauses as his breath hitches, "what kind of blessings can your Aeon gift you. Maybe, enabling you to- aah… become pregnant and lactate?"
"I–I'm still a m-man…" Luocha groans, throwing his head back when Blade pulls his rosy nubs. "Re–Ren! It hurts…! Aaah!!"
"You can ask your Aeon for that blessing, can't you?" Blade licks the doctor's ear and nips its soft shell. He lets go of one of the nipples and presses down on Luocha's stomach. Luocha's insides greedily tightens upon the contact, the doctor can feel how big Blade is inside of him, reaching his deepest parts. The thought of his fertile womb carrying their kid and his reddened nipples lactating heightens his lust, he has lost the ability to think straight.
"Y–yes! I-I– ooh…! I'll…ask…for a womb!!"
"Mmhm," Blade embrace's Luocha's small waist and hasten his pace, fucking the crying merchant's body into abandon. "Good… I can't wait to fuck our babies into your womb, Luocha."
"Oooh! Ren! Reee~n …! I– I want to cum~..."
Blade turns Luocha's body sideways, dangling one of the milky legs over his shoulder and continues. In this position, the doctor is given the view of the thick cock going in and out of his ass, precum smearing where they are connected. His abandoned cock hangs helplessly, beads of precum pools out of his slit, dropping down onto the messy bed cover. He lets out a silent scream as Blade tightens his fist around his weeping cock, stroking it languidly.
"You're not allowed to come until I say so."
Luocha whimpers and obeys, withholding his orgasm as far as he can. Thing is, he won't last long, and he silently hopes Blade is close to finishing soon because the longer his release is delayed, he will definitely fall deeper into that spiral of craziness of lust.
"Luocha…" Blade groans, sweetly, "Luocha…!"
"Ren…haah–aaah~ Oooh! Mmhm…!"
Blade looks down, catching the sight of tears drenching down from those lovely emerald eyes. His pace grows shorter, he knows he's close.
"Let's cum together, Luocha… Cum for me– hngh..!"
With a final snap of his hips, Blade pours his seed into the waiting hole. Spurts of semen bursts out of Luocha's cock the moment he releases it, spraying some of the sticky mess onto the doctor's abdomen and the rest lands on the bed. Both men are panting hard, relieving down from the heights of their blissful libido. Blade slowly pulls out, watching his come drips out from the abused hole. He pulls Luocha's limp, sweat and cum covered body into an embrace, sitting on the bed until both of them calm down.
"I think I went too far…I'm sorry." Blade gently strokes his lover's back. He knows he acted so uncharacteristically, but who's able to stay in their right mind when Luocha tempts him with his ravishing beauty?
"That…was great…" Luocha murmurs, weakly chuckling a second later. "You don't need to apologize."
"Ah, about the dressing…" Luocha caresses the warrior's body, smiling softly. "You don't have to worry about it. I have healed those wounds."
Blade chokes on that fact that came out of blue. "...Y-you can heal people during sex?"
"That was a part of the emergency treatment," some emergency treatment that way! Blade is sure he's not in any mortal danger right now, but the thought of Luocha riding his battered body makes him tingle in a way he never has been. Wait, does that mean–
"Don't worry," Luocha blushes, looking away from the inspecting amber eyes. "You're…my first patient for such treatment. And my last."
Blade can't help but chuckle at that, earning the doctor's undivided attention. The swordsman cups his cheeks, pulling Luocha closer. "As obnoxious as that treatment is, I'm more than delighted to receive it from you."
"So, you're going to ask for CPR for your cock in the future?"
"That was a bad joke you're pulling but, I'll take that offer."
Their lips touch, innocently.
"We…should clean ourselves up. It's almost dinner and we haven't prepared anything," Luocha is the first to get off the bed, he doesn't mind about Blade's cum dripping down the cleft of his ass.
And the swordsman doesn't seem to shy away from the lusty view as well. In fact, he seems…interested.
"If you want another round, please do it after we fill our stomachs. I'm hungry, Ren."
Blade glances away and gets up from the bed, making his way alongside Luocha to the bathroom.
[The End…]