Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 278: Morning After

The thrusts grew sharper, heavier, the slick sounds growing louder.

"Rocco, Rocco—breathe. I’m going to come out inside you now, okay? It’s fine, right? Tell me it’s fine."

"Aah! Hngh!? Hah, ahh!?"

"Rocco, I love you—I love you so much. I love you... I love you..."

"Aah, hngh—!!"

A flood of whispered confessions filled Rocco’s ears, and before he could stop himself, his body instinctively tightened around Laxus’s giant dragon.

"Ah—hah! Whoa, haha. Rocco, you’re squeezing me so tight. Is that your way of asking for more? You’re too cute... too adorable... Alright, I’ll give it to you. Come on, squeeze me tight."

"Hhng... ah, ah—"

"That’s it, just like that. Keep squeezing... good boy. You’re doing so well. I’m going to come out... ngh—!"

A sweet voice whispered into Rocco’s ear, followed by wet strokes of a tongue, teasing and invading until it reached deep inside.

By the time Laxus delivered the final blow, Rocco was already reduced to a trembling mess.

"—Hngh! Ah...!"

With an obscene sound, a scorching rush of thick white liquid spilled inside him, the sheer volume and force overwhelming.

Laxus remained buried his giant dragon to the hilt, pressing in deeper as if to ensure every drop was pushed in and absorbed.

The moment that heat spread within him, the suffocating tightness that had held him moments ago suddenly melted away, fading into nothing.

It was as if the fever had cooled.

As if the aphrosidiac smoldering inside had dissolved.

At the same time, an overwhelming drowsiness washed over Rocco.

A faint, trembling sound escaped his lips.

This time, his heavy eyelids finally shut.

Unlike before, there was no force slamming into his hips to disrupt him.

As he surrendered to sleep, just before his hazy consciousness faded completely, he vaguely heard Laxus’s sweet, melted voice.

"You did well. Good night, Rocco. I love you."

A gentle touch ruffled his hair, filling him with warmth.

His cheeks relaxed instinctively as he mumbled in response.

"Mmh... I love you too..."

A few seconds later, a loud voice shouted in confusion, "Wait—what did you just say!?"

But he was far too sleepy to care.

Letting the darkness pull him under, he ignored it completely.

Rocco slowly regained consciousness, his eyes fluttering open as a sudden realization sent a chill down his spine.

He gasped softly, trying to push himself up, but for some reason, his body wouldn’t move.

From the waist down, a strange stiffness spread through his entire body, rendering even his fingertips unresponsive.

"...Ugh...?"

He wanted to ask, What’s going on? or Why can’t I move? but even his voice wouldn’t come out properly.

A sinking sense of despair washed over him.

His mind that was still fogged by sleep, struggled to recall what had happened before he lost consciousness.

Then, like a floodgate bursting open, memories of last night resurfaced—memories of being relentlessly teased and tormented by Laxus.

Rocco’s face immediately burned red.

"Ah—mmphh!"

A raspy cry escaped his lips as he slapped the bedsheets with weak, trembling hands, writhing in sheer embarrassment.

If he had the strength, he would have rolled around in agony, but his body hadn’t fully recovered yet.

All he could do was flail his arms weakly against the sheets in frustration.

After a few moments of sulking, he managed to calm down just enough to take in his surroundings.

His eyes darted around the room, searching for any signs of movement.

"...Laxus?"

Rocco tried calling out, but his voice was still hoarse, barely above a whisper.

His throat burned, making it even harder to speak properly.

Frustrated, he forced his sluggish body to roll onto his side, scanning the room once more.

Nope—Laxus was nowhere to be found.

That alone left a deep sense of dissatisfaction brewing inside him.

Where the hell did he run off to? Rocco pouted.

Laxus had been all over him just before he passed out, enjoying himself without a care in the world—ahem—not that Rocco was thinking about that specifically!

It’s not like he wanted Laxus to stay beside him after everything they did.

It’s not like waking up alone made him feel lonely or abandoned or anything like that.

Nope, not at all!

It was just... common sense, wasn’t it?

If someone said they liked you, shouldn’t they at least stick around in the morning?

It was just the principle of the matter.

That’s all.

"...Mmph. Mmmh. Mmmmph."

The more he thought about it, the gloomier he felt.

He curled up into a tight ball, resembling a pill bug, mumbling to himself, I’m not sulking, I swear! as he rolled from one side of the bed to the other.

But no matter how much he tried to brush it off, he couldn’t shake the small, aching loneliness gnawing at him.

"Ugh, idiot. Stupid Laxus... Stupid, stupid Laxus..."

His voice cracked as he grumbled, swallowing between words.

Surprisingly, with each attempt, the hoarseness in his voice faded little by little.

After a while, he stopped muttering curses and gently rubbed his throat.

Okay, looks like my voice is coming back.

His body still felt sluggish, but if he gave himself a little bit more time to recover, he’d probably be able to move freely again.

Maybe after a little rest, I’ll get up and look for Laxus.

Just as that thought crossed his mind, the bedroom door quietly creaked open.

The movement was slow and deliberate—almost like someone was trying not to be noticed.

Rocco tensed, holding his breath as he peeked out from his curled-up position.

Soft footsteps—barely audible—drew closer.

And then, as he lifted his gaze, his eyes met the figure standing at the doorway.

The moment their eyes locked, the man before him smiled—a slow, melted expression of pure indulgence.

"Rocco, you’re awake. Good morning."

"...M-Morning...?"

Still unable to sit up properly, Rocco found himself effortlessly scooped up by Laxus, who sat on the bed and placed him gently onto his lap.

Wrapped snugly in the sheets, he wasn’t cold.

Not at all.