Broken Bond: Between Vices and Virtues (BL)
Chapter 126: Tangled inside the children’s room [M]

Chapter 126: Tangled inside the children’s room [M]

Like a delicate porcelain figurine, Azrael held Knox with much carefulness. His left hand was gently grasping Knox’s waist as though he feared that a bit of pressure would break him, while his right one was cupping the back of Knox’s head, pulling him closer.

"Say that again," Azrael gave them room to breathe but unconsciously flared his pheromones out in the room. He rested his forehead on Knox’s and hoarsely repeated, "Say that again...who did you miss?"

Knox blushed, yet he locked his eyes on those grey orbs, never leaving them even once, never letting them doubt him again. In a whisper, he softly mumbled, "I missed you."

Azrael’s pupils shook with ardor. Fire burned under his eyes and his scorching gaze burned Knox with his unmistakable desire. Knox inhaled that calming scent and once again, all his worries and

Azrael crossed their distance again and touched his lips to Knox’s, biting his lower lip tenderly, and when they parted, he inserted his tongue without wasting time, claiming everything Knox could offer, deepening the kiss once more, until they both gasped for air.

The sounds of their kisses filled the room, accompanied by a soft whimper of Knox’s in Azrael’s arms. His body felt hot after that long kiss. It’s only been more than a week since their separation, but why did it seem like they parted for years?

They were both thirsty for each other’s touch, however, Knox was still in his right mind not to push Azrael further. Anyone could come inside the room, so Knox pulled himself away.

But Azrael didn’t let him escape. Instead, he pushed Knox against the wall and locked him in between his arms by placing them on his sides.

"W-Wait...Azrael, we can’t..." Knox said, nervously glancing at the upper part of the door which was made of transparent glass. If someone would pass and look at it, then the two of them will be found.

Azrael paused. However, his eyes were already a bit glazed, and judging from their redness, Knox could tell that Azrael had been holding back. Only then did he remember that the alpha had just gone into a rut a few days.

Guilt washed over his face. Not only because he didn’t come, but now he was even riling him up again.

’I’m sure it was painful for him,’ Knox thought, a flicker of sadness showed in his eyes.

Knox’s eyes moved down and checked his suspicion, as he expected, that a mere kiss was enough to awaken something in Azrael. He gulped and looked up at the man looking down at him.

Azrael gritted his teeth. He inhaled deeply. Veins popped into his neck and crept on his jaw, his eyes shut tightly, calming himself down. Knox mused, ’When did this man become so considerate?’

Unconsciously, his hands lifted and touched those bitten lips. There was an unnoticeable cut on his lower lip, and Knox frowned after thinking that the alpha was hurt. His eyes darted on his hand as well.

It’s been so long since his palm was injured, but now he could notice small cuts at the back of his hands, and his knuckles were bruised.

Azrael flinched at Knox’s touch. He let out his breath and muttered in a subdued voice, "Don’t touch me if you don’t want me to continue."

Knox lifted his head hastily, quickly refuting his words, "It’s not that I don’t want to continue! We’re just in the wrong place and there was not enough time—hmph!"

His voice was drowned by Azrael’s kisses again.

’I’m taking back what I said!’ Knox screamed inside as his lips were once again ravaged by the ’considerate’ person before him.

The alpha’s lips traveled to his flushed cheeks; brushed his long eyelashes, and moved on to his reddened ears. Knox jolted when Azrael bit his earlobe, his tongue playing with it as if it were some sweet candies he couldn’t let go.

Knox bit his lower lip to hold his moans back, but soft whimpers still escaped them along with his light gasps. His hands moved on Azrael’s shoulders and gripped them, as if doing so would help him ground himself to sanity.

Azrael felt more excited and hornier after hearing Knox’s suppressed moans. Following the earlobe, he licked and kissed Knox’s pale neck downwards, swallowing the little protrusion that bobbed up and down from the omega’s panting.

On the other hand, Knox was tormented by Azrael’s obedient hands.

They were just on the floor, caging Knox and not touching him, not exploring his body, or messing him up. Disappointment rose inside him, and Knox almost yanked his hair for feeling so. He was greatly embarrassed, yet his body yearned for more.

Inside that public room, that area where children play and learn, how could he think of such impure and lustful thoughts?

Channeling all his remaining reason to his palms, he gently shoved Azrael away again and spoke, "...we should stop..."

Azrael straightened his back and swept his hair back frustratedly. He was still on his knees, and by pushing himself up, a part of him got displayed right in front of Knox, almost kissing his smooth forehead.

Azrael huffed, "I don’t think I can stop right now."

With just a few inches away in front, Knox’s eyes darted to the fly of the alpha’s pants displayed right before him. It was protruding, indicating that the thing behind was already hard and wanting to come out of that suffocating space.

He gulped and peeked upward, his cheeks tinged with pink as he stammered, "B-But...what if people come? B-Besides, we need to talk properly...y-you also haven’t had lunch yet..."

He knew his voice didn’t sound convincing at all, but he still hoped Azrael would snap to his senses. They have a lot of important matters to talk about but with borrowed time spent in that heated exchange, none will remain for a proper discussion.

Azrael frowned at seeing Knox losing focus on him. He loosened his collar out of habit and did it coolly and seductively, but since he was wearing a rounded-neck shirt, as he pulled it, the sound of some threads snapping made him realize.

Knox, "Pfft."

The man acted cool but failed, Knox muttered to himself.

Azrael wasn’t embarrassed at all; he held Knox’s chin instead and lifted him upwards. He dropped his playful gaze on him and spoke, "We’re talking right now, Knox. I’ll even make you scream if you want."

Knox blushed. He was rendered speechless.

Azrael smirked, "And I’m having my lunch right now. How about you? Have you eaten already?"

Knox nodded his head immediately, aware of where the conversation was going. He heard Azrael chuckle. A smile broke into his lips as he looked up at him again, however, Azrael leaned in and whispered against his lips, "Liar."

Knox was confused. He really had lunch with Knoa already! But before he could shout that out, his crotch was grabbed, and only then did he realize how hard he was as well.

’Is this what he meant?!’ Knox screamed inwardly.

Azrael grabbed it tightly, making Knox grunt in pain. "I-It hurts..."

"Yeah, I know," Azrael leaned closer and propped Knox up. Their knees hit and Azrael put his left thigh between Knox’s, then he shamelessly unbuttoned the omega’s pants and pulled it down.

Knox gasped, but it was too late to complain because Azrael greeted his hard member with his warm palms already. Knox let out a satisfied moan.

Azrael grinned, he buried his face in Knox’s shoulders and whispered, "Baby, pull down my pants too."

Knox shuddered but soon obeyed, throwing all his worries in the air already. He grabbed Azrael’s pants and pulled them down, letting his angered member escape from the cages of his gartered prison.

Azrael’s voice came again, "Touch it..."

No longer hesitating, Knox obediently wrapped both of his hands around Azrael’s dick. He mimicked what Azrael was doing to his, and he even played with the tip, fascinated by the pre-cum oozing out of it, dripping and trickling on his hands, making his job more lewd and easier.

"You’re good at this. Do you always do this to yourself, hm?" Azrael teased.

Knox honestly murmured, "Mm. W-When...I’m in heat...and don’t have anyone to spend it with..."

"You playing by yourself is turning me on even more," Azrael pushed himself away. He supported Knox’s waist and pulled him closer. Then, he let go of his hard pinkish member and grinned after he saw dismay flash in the omega’s eyes. He then nudged his hips to him and ordered, "Do it together, babe."

He grabbed Knox’s hands and guided him to grasp the two dicks, then he intertwined his fingers on his as they both pushed their hands up and down in a rhythmic movement.

After a few more minutes, both of them were breathing raggedly, their bodies pushing up more and their toes curling, reaching the climax of pleasure they both sought. Azrael hugged Knox tighter as he unloaded all his pent-up emotions, his body shaking over Knox’s trembling one.

Their pheromones filled the room, along with the smell of the musk coming from their juices. Knox rested his head on Azrael’s chest and calmed his breathing.

Azrael moved and Knox lifted his head, only for his face to be covered with a large palm. He was startled and confused, but then he heard Azrael mumbling, "It’s strange. I should be mad. I was going to avoid you and make you regret leaving me, but now, even just looking at your face, was riling me up. Stay still, baby. Let me calm down."

Knox gaped at the man, "Y-You...don’t tell me you’re...!"

Azrael’s light chuckles echoed in the room. It was followed by a voice full of contentment mixed with teasing, "Knox, baby, once isn’t enough. You’re talented, yes, but your hands won’t be enough. Right now, after ignoring me in my rut, after telling me to stop, and walking away from me, I’m so f*cking tempted to ram this dick inside your hole the moment I see you again. As your punishment."

Knox’s body stiffened. The words he wanted to say were caught in his throat, wondering what Azrael’s expression was wearing. He laughed, but his words were sharp. Knox found himself brooding over the right words to say, so as not to hurt Azrael again.