Broken Bond: Between Vices and Virtues (BL)
Chapter 87: You own them, including me [2][M]

Chapter 87: You own them, including me [2][M]

Knox’s eyes fluttered open, widening at the feeling of a hard object poking him. He parted his lips to utter a word, but Azrael locked them with his skillful tongue, slipping inside his mouth again, exploring every edge of him.

Inadvertently, his pheromones poured like water on a blocked stream, washing down every fiber of Azrael’s being, and turning him into a ravaging beast even more. It was as though all the bolts restraining his reasons were unlocked one by one.

Knox’s started to get nervous. His elbows were starting to feel tired, and soon they got numbed and he slid down on his seat, his back falling straight on the sofa.

Due to this, Knox somehow got freed from Azrael’s unending kisses. He put his hands on Azrael’s chest and pushed him up slightly as he spoke underneath him, "Hey...you’re poking me. We shouldn’t be doing it here. Also, the food will get cold..."

Knox’s words only entered on Azrael’s left ear and exited on another right away. Azrael’s eyes were hazy, and from the way he was breathing heavily, Knox could tell he was already holding back so much.

Waves of emotions ran through his eyes. Knox began to panic, unintentionally; his body trembled and his breath hitched. Azrael noticed his paling expression; he realized the reason quickly, but instead of getting away, he gently held Knox’s arms and rested his head on his hysterically beating heart.

Azrael spoke as tenderly as he could, as though Knox was like some jade-like fragile glass that might break at the slightest pressure. "I’m sorry... just...let me stay like this for a minute..."

Azrael’s tone was as gentle as a feather swayed by the wind and slowly touching the ground; however, Knox discerned the tiny ripple of pain hidden in his masked voice.

Knox felt a bit of guilt. Unintentionally, he hurt Azrael. He started having flashbacks of that day at the night district, but because of what happened after with Azrael, he unconsciously recognized him as someone like those alpha bastards. In addition to that, the first time they met again, he was really scared of him to the point of fainting.

He developed an alpha aversion because of that, but Athan’s presence helped him overcome that during the following years.

Knox closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. His breathing calmed, but Azrael wasn’t going down at all, yet he stayed true to his words and didn’t dare to touch him more. Knox slowly lifted his hand and caressed Azrael’s hair as he repeatedly muttered inside his head, ’This man won’t hurt me. This man won’t hurt me...’

Azrael flinched from that touch. He slowly lifted his head, resting his chin on Knox’s chest as he gazed up at him. His pheromones flared when Knox did not avert his eyes, but stared back at him with the same fervor and anticipation he has.

Little by little, Azrael closed the gap again, carefully watching Knox’s expression, ready to pull back at the slightest bit of discomfort the omega may feel. Until their lips met again in a passionate kiss, Knox did not avoid him. He trembled under every touch, like a bolt of electricity running through his veins, making his folded knees weak.

Azrael’s kisses were gentle, yet urging, enticing him, seducing him to give more, to want more from him. His lips widened into a smile after Knox finally wrapped his arms around his neck. He bit on his lower lip and murmured, "I take it that you’re giving me permission, haaa...Knox, can I really do this? You won’t disappear from my bed after I take you, hm?"

Knox closed his eyes tightly. He was too embarrassed to look at Azrael. He hugged the man and buried his head on his neck, as he breathed in his calming scent, Knox whispered, "Mm...just go on..."

"Promise me you won’t run away again. Tell me you want this, too," Azrael demanded as he cupped the back of Knox’s head, caressing his light-colored hair.

Knox swallowed any shame left in his system and responded, "I won’t, I promise. But, Azrael...I’m not..." he cleared his throat, too shy to speak what was on his mind. Azrael gently rubbed his head, as if telling him he would understand if he ever backed out if he admitted he wasn’t comfortable. Somehow, his chest swelled with warmth and affection toward Azrael. He then bravely admitted, "I haven’t done this ever since...that night four years ago..."

Azrael’s body stiffened. He promptly turned to Knox, peeking in at the flushed face he kept burying on his neck. He was surprised to hear that, but above everything, the stubborn and obsessive heart leaped in joy and danced around above his head. The corners of his lips twitched in a goofy smile, and his dick got bigger.

Knox gasped at the slight movement below him. He wet his lips with his tongue and responded, a bit scared, "I’m also recessive...and I’m not in heat, which means...I probably won’t be wet enough down there...ugh, what am I saying? Stop looking at me!"

Azrael chuckled, happiness dripping in his eyes, "I actually preferred you this way. I want to make love, not because I’m an alpha only affected by your pheromones, Knox. The first time might have been too painful, I was a jerk lost and not in control, so I wanted to make it right. I want you to feel good. I’ll prepare you, so...don’t be scared."

Azrael planted a kiss on his temple ever so tender. Knox’s hands clenched on the back of Azrael’s shirt as he slowly nodded his head, giving the alpha complete control of his body.

Azrael rained him kisses again, hushing all his doubts and fears. Knox was drowned in his kisses, and before he knew it, Azrael was already on the stairs, walking to his bedroom. Until his back touched the soft mattress of his bed, Azrael didn’t let go of his mouth.

Knox shuddered when Azrael licked his lips as he gave room for him to breathe. The wetness of his tongue created a lewd sound as it rubbed on his closed rims.

He thought Azrael would smother him with deep kisses again, but Azrael buried his head on his shoulder instead and started kissing his neck, tracing his smooth curves and biting on the soft parts, leaving faint marks on every part he explored.

Knox could no longer subdue his moans, so he let out a loud one, "Ngh!"

Azrael felt even more excited. His groins throbbed. He slid his uninjured hand inside Knox’s pants, touching the lively one above his briefs. Knox moaned as Azrael’s warm palms felt and rubbed him as though he was molding a lump of clay.

As Azrael’s lips glided on his neck, his bandaged hand was slowly pulling his pants off, including his underwear down to his knees. He paused when he saw Knox’s smooth and pinkish manhood standing upright, marvelously greeting him after four years of separation.