Broken Bond: Between Vices and Virtues (BL)
Chapter 234 - 20: Be with you [M] [2]

Chapter 234: Chapter 20: Be with you [M] [2]

Nathaniel grabbed Killian and pulled him up, then he carried him to the bed with hurried steps. He threw him roughly, which made Killian bounce a bit, causing his whole body, naked and wet, fully exposed in his eyes.

Killian lost all his shame due to his uncalled heat and opened his legs wider for Nathaniel to see. He was too impatient, so he touched himself, displaying a lewd performance for that big event. His fingers poked his hole, teased and rubbed, then slowly entered, all while he gazed at Nathaniel with those challenging eyes as if beckoning him to come to taste the main dish already.

"Hurry...give it to me..." Killian mumbled as he stretched his hole with his three fingers already.

Nathaniel’s eyes blazed with desire. He dug in after throwing all his clothes away. No foreplay, and just directly shoved it inside Killian.

Killian moaned satisfyingly. He thrashed his head to the side, his legs and arms curling with pleasure. The emptiness he felt was filled, hot and to the brim, hard and solid, poking the walls he failed to achieve.

His whimpers were muffled by Nathaniel’s lips, starved and unquenchable, biting and sucking until Killian could no longer breathe. Nathaniel played with Killian’s chest while moving slowly.

Against the omega’s erect nipple, Nathaniel grumbled, "You’re so tight...Killian..."

Killin wasn’t still in his right mind, but it didn’t mean he did not understand the alpha. He grinned teasingly and wrapped his legs around his boss’ waist. "You...you’re just too big, Sir St—ah!"

Nathaniel bit his nipple hard, which caused Killian to arch his back and cut his words. He then demanded, "Don’t call me by that name!"

Killian furrowed his brows. "Wha...ngh! Sir... w—wait!"

But Nathaniel did not wait. He moved relentlessly, gradually getting harder and faster. When he felt like it wasn’t enough, like he wasn’t reaching enough, he grabbed Killian’s waist and moved his hips, pulling it to him as he pushed in.

Those lewd squelching sounds were joined by the slaps—the sounds of skin to skin hitting, like the sound of a sword and scabbard making when sheathe and unsheathe.

Killian’s moans were louder, and Nathaniel gritted his teeth harder. He felt it wasn’t enough... like he couldn’t get enough of Killian, so he turned him over, his fingers marked on Killian hips, yet he never hesitated to push and grip harder.

It was like all those upbringings instilled in his head, flew away and for once, he forgot who he was. With Killian, he wasn’t Nathaniel Horace bounded by rules, but just Nathaniel, a dominant alpha desiring his omega, naturally, instinctually, genuinely.

Killian Arden made him feel alive, made him feel normal, and made him feel so much free. He laughed with him, he smiled more, he cracked jokes, he was more affectionate, more expressive, and happier. He looked forward to the day with thought away from work, from doing what must be done, from watching how must to speak.

"Killian Arden... Killian...haaa...my Killian..." Nathaniel spoke with so much love that even he himself was surprised. Will it be too much if he spoke those three words, eight letters to this omega?

Will he be condemned if he chooses to spend his life with him more than anything? More than his family? More than its rules and abandoned the thirty-nine years of his life?

"K-Killian..."

Nathaniel rested his head on Killian’s shoulder, while his hips kept thrusting. He breathed in Killian’s scent, which was no different from his because the omega was entirely covered by his pheromones.

Killian was lost and dazed from the pleasure, but the crack in his boss’ voice did not escape his ears. He wanted to see him, so he turned his head, glancing back over his shoulder where Nathaniel was, and pleaded, "S...Sir... let me see you...I want to see you face..."

"Are you scared? Do you want to see me that badly you’re crying?" Nathaniel lifted his face and touched Killian’s cheeks.

Killian was crying, for reasons unknown to him. It broke his heart, so he stopped for a moment, turned his body over, and pulled him up. He sat Killian atop him and then wiped his tears away.

"Why are you crying?" Nathaniel asked gently. He should be the one crying.

Killian shook his head.

"Killian, am I hurting you? Did it hurt? Haa... should I blame you for this? You were the one who opened your legs and seduced me there when you hadn’t even been prepared—

"I did...prepare...with this..." Killian showed his three fingers.

Nathaniel stared at them, then he grabbed those fingers and chuckled. "I don’t know if I should be annoyed or what, Killian. Look at your fingers, is it similar to mine?"

Killian blinked. He glanced at his fingers, then lifted his hips a bit and compared them to what was poking him under, then he lifted his head hastily, giving his boss a horrified look.

Nathaniel pinched the omega’s cheek and mumbled, "You just said I’m too big earlier, have you forgotten already?"

Killian nodded repeatedly, still wondering how that size was just inside him minutes ago. He wanted to prepare himself again, so his hands reached for his hole once more, but his boss caught them and wrapped them around his neck.

"There’s no need for that, you’re already loose enough to accommodate me, Killian."

"B—But...ah!"

Nathaniel lifted Killian and slipped his hardened member inside him. He pulled him down, closing the gap between their sensitive parts.

From that position, Killian was over-stimulated. His own erect manhood was grazing the muscles on his boss’ abdomen, while his hole was being rammed by that huge object. His crowns did not escape, as the alpha began focusing his attention on them again. They were already swollen and red when he stopped.

Killian lost count of how many times he had come already. Just the stickiness of their bodies, the wet feeling of the sheets, and the trickling fluid between his legs were proof that they’d done it not just once, but more than twice already.

His heat was slowly subsiding, but on the other hand, it was his boss who seemed to be in a rut. Nathaniel’s eyes were still glazed with a strong lust for him, and despite the relentless moving, he didn’t look exhausted at all.

From the many, different positions they’ve been in, Killian’s body was already giving in, yet Nathaniel was still going.

Finally, with a few more thrusts, he felt the surge of liquid invading his walls, but he could no longer wait for his boss’ manhood to slide out, and he fell asleep like that.

When he woke up, dusk was already settling in, and the bed was cold and empty.