The Guide is Actually a Body-Switching Esper [BL]
Chapter 69: Rip the Couch [M]

Chapter 69: Rip the Couch [M]

"Mmh!" A soft moan escaped Damien’s throat, as his whole length ended up in Lane’s mouth, caressed by his tongue. He tried to suppress it, stifle the sound by biting his lip, but it was no use. Taken by surprise, he could only arch his back, and grasp tightly onto the couch’s upholstery...

The couch let out a suspicious creaking, as the material was stretched beyond its capacity.

The sound naturally didn’t escape Lane’s attention. He had been observing Damien from underneath his half-closed eyelids, observing the man’s reactions, and now his gaze moved towards Damien’s large, strong hands.

His eyes flashed with a spark, as a fun idea suddenly came to his mind.

He slowly withdrew his mouth, squeezing Damien’s cock with his lips and massaging it with his tongue along the way. He licked off the milky droplets of precum glistening on the top.

"Mm. Sweet. Team Leader, you taste so good," he couldn’t stop himself from commenting.

He even called Damien ’Team Leader’ again out of habit. Luckily, Damien’s mind was completely on something else, his eyes closed, and lashes fluttering. Only his brows furrowed in response, but whether that was because of how Lane called him, or because of what he was saying, or maybe just his response to the physical stimulation, Lane didn’t know.

He didn’t dwell on it either. With one of his hands still kneading Damien’s ass - Damien had a really nice ass, very squeezable, totally Lane’s type - and the other playing with his balls, he started licking Damien’s cock, slowly, going from the base to the top, like an ice cream on a stick. Except, this ice cream was scorching hot.

Of course, he didn’t neglect the head. Whenever his tongue reached the top, he gave it a good swirl, planting soft kisses, massaging it... And earning himself a payoff in the form of a few delightful moans.

And the upholstery creaking some more.

His guiding matched the pace, flowing into Damien without any interruptions, in waves, intensifying and easing in line with the movement of Lane’s tongue. Although physical intimacy didn’t have any effect on the guiding, it wasn’t quite the same the other way around - guiding could significantly improve the sexual experience. By combining those two types of pleasures, Espers could easily reach new highs...

As an Esper himself, Lane knew it very well. He was even a bit jealous of Damien, because if they switched the sides, Lane wouldn’t be able to get the same experience.

Damien stirred impatiently underneath him, arching his back, and pushing his hips up. At moments, he reached out his hands, as if he wanted to grab Lane’s head, and stuff his cock back in his mouth... But in the end, he only grasped onto the couch again.

His frustration was understandable. Lane had been tormenting him quite a lot, going slow just to drag it on. But not too slow - he was monitoring Damien’s reactions, and picking the pace skillfully, so that there was a gradual increase, and enough stimulation for Damien to enjoy himself... As long as the man wouldn’t cum too soon.

Eventually though, he took Damien in his mouth again. Teasing was one thing, but he couldn’t exactly torment the man forever... He would - hopefully - have more opportunities in the future to do it again. He kissed the head of Damien’s penis, wrapping his lips around it, his tongue massaging it with increased strength. His left hand slipped underneath the man, giving Damien’s other buttock attention, while his right was rubbing and kneading his tight... His mouth started moving up and down, slowly increasing the speed.

"Ugh!" Damien let out a low groan, no longer capable of holding himself back. His grip on the couch tightened...

Riiip!

The upholstery wasn’t made to withstand an S-ranker’s strength. After all the grasping and pulling that Damien had done, it finally couldn’t take it anymore... And it ripped beautifully, leaving two massive holes.

That was the signal Lane was waiting for. The corners of his lips lifted, before he once again tightened them around Damien’s shaft. He closed his eyes, and gave it his all.

It only took a few seconds, before Damien’s let out a loud "Ah!", his back arching. He didn’t even have time to say anything, warn Lane to withdraw, as his cum already spurted straight into the man’s throat.

Not that Lane had any intentions to withdraw anyway. He swallowed it all, not missing a single drop. Even after pulling back, he gave Damien’s cock a few good licks, to ensure that nothing was wasted.

Only then did he finally pull back, taking a good look at the results of his ’work’.

Damien was lying down on the torn couch, panting heavily. His skin was flushed and glistening, his hair was in total disarray, his pants and shirt almost pulled off, all messy and crinkled-up, and his perfectly sculpted body all exposed. His face was still frowny, but it was a different type of frown...

Lane couldn’t help but lick his lips. Seeing the man like that, he had the urge to go for another round, perhaps do some more... Especially since his own cock was pressing against his pants, twitching with a pulsating ache...

Still, he pulled back, getting up from the couch. He said that it would be all that he would do, and he would keep his word. This should be enough to entice Damien to be more open with Lane in the future...

"Wait!" Damien called out with a gasp, grabbing onto Lane’s sleeve. "What... about you?"

"Hmm?"

"Shouldn’t I... reciprocate?"

Lane paused. It was a tempting proposition. He was already so hard, that he was barely able to maintain a calm expression. However...

"Do you want to?" Lane leaned over Damien.

"Yes."

"Hmm. Then I look forward to your performance... next time," he smirked, turning around and walking out of the room.

Even if he was hard, he still wanted to be in control of the situation. Or at least make it seem that way. So, he gave Damien one last long glance, and turned around, walking out of the room.

As soon as he was out though, he darted to the nearest room, locking the doors behind himself. He rushed toward the bathroom, taking his clothes along the way, and tossing them straight on the floor... Only once he jumped in the shower, turning the hot water in, and grabbing onto his cock, he breathed out with relief.

His mind was filled with images of Damien, moaning and panting underneath him... It was already etched in his brain, and wouldn’t go away.

Not that Lane would want to forget such a beautiful sight. It served him well, recalling what happened just a moment ago, as he rubbed it off...

It was a good thing the rooms were soundproofed. At least the Association got this one thing right. Lane normally wouldn’t care if anyone could hear... But if Damien did, then wouldn’t that ruin Lane’s nonchalant exit?

"Ugh..." Lane leaned against the tiles, as his cum splashed on the floor, slowly washed down the drain.

Thinking back, Damien was even more dangerous than he thought. Lane didn’t know what the man did to him, but to have a slip-up like he almost had with a name... It was so unlike him. He needed to be more careful from now on.

Still, it was deeply satisfying, making Damien finally cum. Counting from when he first tried to seduce the man, Lane had been waiting for this moment for almost half a year... He wanted to savor it a bit, without any unnecessary thoughts, at least for a while.

He washed himself up, getting dressed up back in the wrinkled clothes, and headed back to the office with a wide smile.