Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 428. Fucking Unbreakable by Nature

Henry’s POV

And the next time I woke up, it was still before him.

After checking Kenny multiple times and kissing his neck—one of my absolute favorites and my designated spot of his, though his entire body could be called this—I sat up.

I finally opted to look at my phone and found that the internet was down, with another kind of message on whatever site I tried to open.

I chuckled darkly, already annoyed that this might take Kenny’s attention from me when he woke up, when I found the kid staring at me.

"Hmmm...what?" I asked him.

Ren closed his eyes as if we had never glanced at each other, having taken over Kenny’s arm, also one of my favorite and designated places.

I put the phone away and pulled my multiple confessions out from under my shirt to place them on the mattress in front of me.

I still wanted a room where I could store and fangirl over Kenny’s art, especially these precious pieces.

On the other side, would I have to leave Kenny alone somewhere else to fangirl over his art?

The best course of action would be to hang them up in our room, but what if he grew sick of me when seeing me in flesh and blood AND plastered all over the walls?

And which of them would I even hang up when I can’t hang up all of them?

Decisions, decisions...

Feeling the kid’s gaze return, I snapped my head to him, catching him peering at the drawings with a raised neck.

He let himself fall back again as if I was imagining things all along, but I had already seen him, so there was no need.

Staring back at the drawings, I fought with myself for a while before raising one of them.

The kid had opened his eyes again, and when he saw the picture in my hand more clearly, he marveled at it.

"You know that Kenny drew it?"

Ren nodded. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"You see these lines?" I stroked over the sunlight meeting the shadow on my face and body on the paper.

The kid nodded, and I explained,

"They are full of love." I smirked at him for a second before turning back to look at the pictures by myself again.

Hmm...now that I think about it...I will have to tell Kenny that he has to conjure up every one of these pictures so that I can store the originals in some airtight, waterproof place.

Again feeling the kid’s stare, I looked back and found him pouting.

"Don’t worry." I turned away again, changing the paper’s positions to look at other versions of myself.

"He will soon draw something for you..." I pressed my lips together to not scowl at my own prediction.

I felt the kid sparkling from his place around the arm of MY Kenny; the very obvious happiness felt as if it were radiating towards me, then dying out when coming into contact with this jealous little puppy.

Given that I don’t even know myself, I had really anticipated Kenny’s drawn version of me so that it could tell me who I am, also sure that I would be able to impersonate whatever he showed me.

But then he hit me with so many versions, each and every one of them showing a glimpse of what he saw in me, each showing just every difference there could be.

How frighteningly wonderful.

Kenny stirred and finally, FINALLY awoke while the kid played dead, and I tried not to smother him instantly with love and affection after coming to.

Nevertheless, on my travel up from his navel to his cheek, I grew hungrier and hungrier, and the desire to finally fully feel him again nearly killed me when I noticed that his mental state was luckily alright.

A chuckle here, a smirk of his there, and I was already losing my mind. Although my momentum died down for a second as I had to inform him about the overall happenings I myself wasn’t really that informed of, I was still hell-bent on visiting him when he would take a shower, and as predicted, he took one very soon.

The kid was also taken by Ethan, who just grudgingly looked at me because of what happened yesterday, I think—the time when I took the source of his bragging away.

I waited alone for some time until Kenny felt comfortable while listening in and scrubbing his body, draining and filling the bathtub repeatedly.

And then it was time to attack, each touch making me hungrier and my desire surge endlessly.

I have no idea how I would be able to last if we went further, and honestly, it was good that we were not going to the fullest now.

Well, that’s what I thought in between, yet when I was so erect that it physically hurt, just by touching and seeing him in a similar state, I nearly had to bite my hands off to not touch his ass or just bend him over—more precisely, fall on my knees to beg him to let me bend him over.

But then I would be over too, so we can’t have that.

And I discovered a new kink—how absolutely beautifully handsome would Kenny look, covered all in white?

Wouldn’t that also be absolutely romantic, given that white was also a very traditional color for two people in love?

But I could live with the much lighter version—the state the bathwater was in—although I was not able to resist fully immersing myself in it as well, and with Kenny splashing me, he gave me the perfect prompt to do so.

And, haaa, with his body on top of mine, the fantasies weren’t to stop, but at the same time, there was no need for them, as the present was just as enticing.

When we came again, both more or less together, I wanted to forever stay in this lukewarm water that was neither cold enough to cool us down nor hot enough to convey what fiery things had just happened.

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It was happening again, from high, high, high to low, low, low. This time we had a list of people in front of us—more people to save.

And I had not long ago decided to never let him overexert himself.

My first impulse was to search for everyone on the list on my own when Kenny slept, but what a fucking dumb idiot would I be if I hadn’t learned my lesson, if I hadn’t internalized that the last time I went on my own, it ended with Kenny losing his mind?

So...no, I won’t do that and take any more risks.

At the same time, I wouldn’t be able to stop him anyway, so instead of helplessly watching on, I had to become part of the team, part of the rescue, using what I was given; as long as the dreading, the fantastically overwhelming, and the excruciatingly intense roller coaster wouldn’t derail, I wouldn’t put a halt on it forcefully.

There was still a little darkness in the back of my mind, reminding me, ’He wants to lock you up too, so he wouldn’t mind if you would do it for real to him...’

Yet, I let the feeling pass through me, focusing on the present, where we were still on course with our crazy ride, no matter if up or down, high or low.

"We’ll do everything slowly and together. And after the most important things are done, I have a present for you." I chuckled, lowered my head, and then turned sideways, glancing at him, without ever stopping my hands from peeling the potatoes.

"Pfft, yes, yes, what else?" He laughed.

"You won’t ask?" I grinned, seeing him meet my eyes with furrowed brows.

"I have a feeling that I don’t want to know because it would lead to beating my puppy..." He chuckled but looked me dead seriously in the eye.

He already had a feeling of what the present might be, and he still hadn’t beaten me—progress, progress, hehe.

"You don’t like beating your puppy?" I just couldn’t wash the grin from my face.

"Who could bring themselves to beat such a lovely little puppy?" He murmured, and the potato nearly slipped out of my hand.

Aahh...he did it again.

All the darkness in me was purified just by a glimpse of his thoughts, showing a beautified version of myself in it.

"I am scared. What if we save people, and it ends with your mind breaking again, with you injured, with everything at risk?" I asked tremblingly, gripping the potato together with the peeler, while a glimpse of my honest thoughts was lured out by him as well.

"We don’t have to save anyone," Kenny answered, and I looked at him again, with my head lowered, my arms propped on my knees.

"We don’t have to?" I asked, thinking I was hallucinating.

"No, we don’t. I’d also just do it for a bit of peace of mind, but it isn’t that fucking important." A shrug.

"Hmmm...though we both probably should stop being so scared of me losing my mind." An absent-minded smile.

"Why?" I asked softly.

"There are a few hints that this is solvable. First, I am able to stop after hearing your voice; the kid was able to stop me too with the strange voice thing. So although there is some crazy division going on with the help of my crystalline counterpart—which immensely helps during everyday life but worsens during the effects of me using the giant’s power—there has to be a way to control it or get rid of it." He continued to peel while I watched his relaxed face, enchanting red eyes, and most inviting lips.

"At the beginning, when I was a child, I couldn’t control my ability either and got visions just by touching people. Later, I came up with a catalyst and trained my mind.

Now we already have the catalyst, with the surface breaking and the tabletop flipping, but what if I could just knock against the table, and the crystals gave way without breaking?"

I loved how he talked about his thoughts so freely, sharing them so effortlessly and letting me be part of his contemplations, and they were even so uncharacteristically positive.

"Also, I had indeed been able to use part of the giant’s power AND have a relatively clear mind, besides feeling like crap, and that was after directly receiving it. Maybe this is all a process, and we shouldn’t stop it." Another shrug.

"And at one point, with constant training, at the very least my body will probably remember how to get my mind to be... much more... something like... hmm..." Another smirk when he found the word he was searching for.

"...fucking unbreakable by nature."