Broken Bond: Between Vices and Virtues (BL)
Chapter 88: You own them, including me [3][M]

Chapter 88: You own them, including me [3][M]

Azrael’s own cock wanted to get unleashed and greet Knox too. However, he needed to hold back until Knox was ready. Bending down until his face leveled on the brave soldier, Azrael wrapped it around his hands, planting a soft kiss on its tip.

Knox jolted, his earlobes turned red and he shivered from Azrael’s kiss. With eyes as wide as his mouth hung open, he shakily exclaimed, "Wha...what are you doing?! You don’t have to...ahh!"

Azrael gently took Knox’s pink and firm member in his mouth, slowly adjusting his length inside. He thought sucking a dick would make him disgusted because he had never done it before, but somehow, he felt like he tasted something so delicious the edges of his mouth watered as he deepened until his lips touched the base of Knox’s cock.

Knox grabbed Azrael’s hair, so he looked up and saw his reddened face, and teary eyes, while his mouth wobbly voiced out, "Don’t...! It’s weird...ahh! Azrael...hngh..."

He pulled his head up without looking away, so he witnessed Knox being slightly relieved, but as he brought him in again at the deepest wall of his throat, Knox whimpered again, giving Azrael satisfaction. He repeated that routine without showing tiredness and repulsion.

Knox was close to climaxing, so his knees folded and his hands on Azrael’s head grabbed his hair tighter, and shouted, "H-Hey...take it out! Az...ngh! I...ha...I’m... close...!"

Azrael sucked harder, until, inside his mouth, he felt Knox get even harder and bigger, and then soon after, he was blessed with his juices.

"Ah! Az...why do you..." Knox weakly mumbled, his hazy eyes looking at Azrael with round cheeks, holding his liquid in his mouth. Knox abruptly sat up and held out his palms below Azrael’s chin, "C-come on, spit it. Don’t even try drinking it! T-They said it doesn’t taste good!"

Embarrassment no longer dwelled on Knox’s face; he was just concerned that Azrael might get an upset stomach if he swallowed all those juices. However, as his mouth was filled with Knox’s precious semen, Azrael only shook his head and pushed Knox back on the bed.

Azrael completely took off Knox’s lower garments and spread his legs wide open. He grabbed a pillow and put it underneath Knox’s hips, then he spat the sticky liquid on Knox’s manhood.

Knox shivered as the whitish liquid rolled down on his balls to his soft entrance. He jerked when Azrael started rubbing the rims softly, waiting for it to gradually soften and loosen. He bit his lips tightly when a finger slid in.

Azrael noticed Knox’s tense reaction, so he climbed on his top again while his finger was playing with wonders on Knox’s butt. Using his injured hand, Azrael pushed up Knox’s clothes to his chin, and then he dived down and played with his chest. His lips encircled Knox’s crown, seductively wrapping it on his naughty tongue while the other was pinched by his right hand until they turned from light pink into a sweet tempting reddish color, becoming swollen against Knox’s pale skin, like a budding flower on a snow-filled ground, poking out ever so devout and extraordinarily delicate.

Their hardness bobbed on Azrael’s lips, escaping his slick and lewd tempting.

Knox felt tickled and was stimulated even greater. His shaft got hard again without Azrael touching it. He felt ashamed, so he hid his face with his elbow.

"Don’t hide your face, Knox," Azrael pleaded, smirking at his cute reaction. As he grabbed Knox’s hard member again, he inserted another finger and started stretching the inside.

Knox’s breathing could no longer be controlled, his arms slid and revealed his face, lost from the bone-chilling pleasure Azrael was giving him. Azrael played with his shaft again using his bandaged hand, and the feeling of the edges of the gauze grazing his delicate and sensitive skin was only making him lose his mind more.

Knox’s soft whimpers turned to loud moans and gasping, tears trickled down his face, and Azrael lurched forward and licked them.

"Haaa...Knox, I’m putting it in now," Azrael softly mumbled against Knox’s ears, as he nibbled on his red-tinted earlobe.

Knox breathed deeply and slowly lifted his hips to accommodate Azrael easily, he shamelessly spread his legs wider while Azrael opened the bedside drawer and took a rubber. Azrael took off all of his clothes, then positioned himself between Knox.

As Knox watched him put on the condom, his softened entrance tingled and leaked from the amazing view before him. Azrael’s forehead was damp with sweat; his broad shoulders gave off a secure feeling, and his chest muscles a bit bulged, wanting Knox to bury his face and bite on them; and his abdominal packs as hard as a rock, yet perfectly and symmetrically defined.

Knox gulped. He had that feeling of wanting to shout, ’This alpha is mine!’

Azrael bent down on his again, leaving a kiss on his forehead, down to his nose, and landing on his lips. They shared another deep kiss as Azrael slowly made his way inside him.

"...tell me if it hurts...haaa...I won’t stop, but I can be gentle..." Azrael whispered, his eyes half-closed, feeling the intense heat and pleasure.

His scent enveloped Knox lightly to ease the pain, and Knox answered his careful tending with the sweet smell of his pheromones.

Once Knox was accustomed to Azrael’s size, he huffed and muttered back to him, "I think I’m fine even if you—!"

"Don’t regret it," Azrael quickly obliged. He rammed himself into Knox, reaching the deepest curve of his soft insides. His hand glided on Knox’s thighs to his navel and pressed the little protrusion he was making with his cock.

Knox gasped and an impatient moan escaped his lips, he looked at Azrael with teary eyes as he pleaded, his hands grabbing his arm on his belly, "D-Don’t press...I’ll...clima—ee!"

With Azrael rough ramming, as though in every thrust he poured all four years of frustration and yearning, Knox reached his second climax, his seeds splashing on his shirt. He sobbed as he looked at the branded clothes being borrowed from Azrael.

Azrael slowed down, panicking, he quickly scooped Knox up and sat him on his lap, but that position only buried him deeper inside Knox. He gently brushed away the damp strands of hair on Knox’s forehead and worriedly asked, "What’s wrong? Was I too rough? I’m sorry—

"No..." Knox sniffled. "The clothes...I dirtied them...I’m sorry...ngh..."

Honestly, Azrael didn’t know what to feel. He felt crying, then, he wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it. Knox’s crying face was so cute and sexy that he couldn’t help but tease him. "What to do? You have to pay for it now," he grabbed Knox’s butt and started lifting him up and down, gobbling his entire erection. "Seriously, Knox Arden. You’re so cute I want to lock you up. And...those clothes belong to you, all of them, you own them, including me. So, don’t hesitate to use the things you own from now on..."

Knox felt like there was another meaning to his words, however, his head couldn’t properly think about it.

Azrael muffled Knox’s moans and sobs with his lips. Knox felt the position was too much for him, but because he suddenly cried out of the blue and made Azrael stop, he felt bad that he was the only one feeling good, so he wrapped his legs around Azrael’s waist and hugged him tighter. Then, he moved on his own, his body flinching every time he hit the right spot.

Azrael felt compelled to act rough again. Knox’s efforts to make him feel good were clouding with his reasons and he badly wanted to do whatever he wanted with him. After a few more thrusts, he finally released inside Knox.

He hugged Knox tighter, as his head slumped on his shoulder. They remained in that position for a while, catching their breaths. Azrael whispered, fear etched on his face, "I’m so happy right now, I feel like something bad will happen soon. I don’t like it. This isn’t a dream, isn’t it? You’re here, sitting above me, while I’m inside you. Nothing like you disappearing on me again will happen, right?"

He was like a child asking for confirmation, for reassurance, and Knox was moved and felt loved. He rubbed the back of Azrael’s head and answered, "Yeah, you’re inside me, getting harder and bigger again...ugh, really! Can’t you stop thinking like that? I’m here, I won’t go anywhere now. "

Azrael chuckled and bit Knox’s shoulder, "You made me like this. Take responsibility."

Knox, "Wha—!"

Azrael devoured his lips again. Dinner was completely forgotten, but the two didn’t feel the need to eat. What they expressed hunger for, was directed to each other instead.

Azrael felt reassured by Knox’s words that he let himself be lost on that wonderful night. However, if only he knew he’d woke up in the morning without Knox by his side, he would have chained his foot to the bed instead.