[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke-Chapter 347: Obsession (18+)

Despite the mana crystals thrumming at the corners of the roof, keeping the chilly wind away, Xion shivered.

Two big hands moved over his body. One was methodically dabbing his bare thigh with a damp cloth while the other wandered elsewhere, with far darker intent.

It easily slithered under his shirt, making him squirm.

"Sit still."

Xion tried. He really did. But his limbs refused to obey, trembling faintly no matter how tightly he clenched his fists over his shirt.

Little shocks raced through his body wherever those hands touched, leaving him tense and breathless.

The one caressing his bare stomach had him sucking in his breath.

"Luckily," Darius drawled, pretending to inspect him, "your shirt was spared from the worst of it."

Yeah?

In the haze, Xion looked down. There were just a few red stains, tiny enough to be swallowed by the folds of the fabric as the hand on his stomach was climbing up.

The touch on his chest brought a peculiar sensation rushing in his veins. Cold and hot, all at once.

Xion made a soft, strangled sound despite himself. Instinctively pushing to escape, he arched up his back as he tried to stay out of reach.

But Darius only chuckled darkly.

The hand that was still carefully wiping down his leg had tossed the ruined cloth away, right where the discarded pants were.

Wrapping an arm around the slender waist, Darius yanked him firmly back against his chest.

"You’re moving so much," he spoke right in his ear where his baby was sensitive, before catching the crimson earlobe lightly between his teeth. "Why? Hm? I wonder..."

His thumb brushed lazily over one of the small buds hidden under the shirt, making Xion gasp.

That sound made Darius’ smile turn wicked. He pressed again, rolling it between his fingers, watching how Xion’s breath tumbled out of his parted lips.

"Do you like it here? Like when I touch you like this?"

With that, he lightly pinched the hardened bead.

Although trapped in a strange haze, the silly healer still had some brain cells left. He instinctively felt the danger coiling around him from all sides. It was as if he were trapped in the embrace of a snake.

It felt so strange as it slithered all over his skin, curling around him like a second skin. So cold, yet it kindled strange heat wherever it touched.

What was the best way to deal with a venomous snake that seemed to want to gobble him up?

"I-I’m asleep..." Xion muttered before letting his body sink back. His lashes fluttered down. Sleep makes things better, he thought.

"Ah?"

Darius was amused. So much that the tilt of his lips only raised higher. However, the glint in his eyes had also sharpened.

The sharp edges of his teeth nipped at the nape of his neck, hard enough to draw a gasp from the beauty pretending hard to be asleep. "Then wake up."

When Darius sucked on that sensitive spot with ruthless precision while playing with the puckered nipples, all of Xion’s pretenses melted into soft, helpless whimpers.

His head fell back against Darius’ shoulder.

As if trying to keep himself in control, he kept his eyes shut. But the raven black eyelashes quivered heavily, as if any moment they would spread their wings and take flight.

The sound of those breathy, broken gasps was enough to make Darius’ crotch pitch up a tent already.

Honestly, it took everything in him not to bend Xion over that table right then and there.

Then again, as Xion had said, he really couldn’t allow anyone to hear such a tempting voice.

But that wasn’t his concern anymore, though.

This carriage was docked with various spells. Both to keep them safe and to keep whatever happened within these walls.

So, Xion could scream as loudly as he wanted to.

"You know, I am awfully curious if these walls can really keep the voices trapped inside or not. Should we test it?"

Before Xion could register the meaning in those words, Darius had grabbed his chin.

Following the force, Xion tilted his face to the side until their eyes met.

The pools of deep blue were hazy with both intoxication and blatant lust, while the green gaze held something far more dangerous.

Obsession that had blended into his veins.

The name, Xion, had started to thrum in his chest with every beat his heart pumped.

Xion had melded into his blood, floated into every corner of his body, until there was nothing in him but this angelic being, who was staring at him with hooded eyes.

And now that obsession had melted into his gaze, burning with a hunger that promised neither mercy nor escape.

"Xion," he nearly growled when the intoxicating scent of Xion mixed with alcohol made his cock twitch, "I crave you so damn much."

He did. He craved him more than air itself.

The more he wasn’t able to get close to Xion, the more his chest felt constricted.

So, like a hungry beast, his lips claimed Xion’s in a kiss that swallowed any answer he might have given.

It was deep, slow, and utterly devastating, as if he meant to drink Xion’s very soul from his lips.

The more he swallowed those sweet little gasps, the more his breathing eased. Darius felt alive.

His large hand cupped the back of Xion’s head, fingers threading through silken black hair to hold him right where he wanted him.

He probed further, his tongue licking the soft lips that tasted like the world’s finest wines, before pushing inside.

He wanted it. No... he needed that taste. He needed to so badly that it hurt.

While his one hand kept pinching the red beans, forcing Xion to moan aloud.

It was far too easy to kiss Xion senseless until his baby could only keep his mouth open while the thin sheen of saliva slid down their connected lips.

As for who it belonged to, it was impossible to distinguish, just like those tongues that seemed to merge into each other.

When they finally parted for air, Xion’s lips were already swollen and damp, his delicate chest heaving.

"D-Darius..." he breathed, his hands clutching at the Archduke’s wrist. Whether to stop him or to pull him closer, he didn’t even know.

The hand resting at the back of Xion’s nape moved, cradling the flushed face. Rubbing his thumb over the heated cheekbone, Darius leaned.

His breath ghosted over the swollen lips as he hissed in desperation, "Say my name again."