Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 421

Chapter 421: ’Incandescently.’

’His expression is amusing.’

Heinz’s gaze lingered on Florian’s parted lips, his own breath shallow as he watched the prince’s eyes widen in disbelief.

Florian’s mouth hung open slightly, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson as his gaze dropped to Heinz’s thick, throbbing length.

He shifted on his knees, the weight of his arousal pressing heavily between them.

"It’s not the first time you’ve seen it," Heinz said, his voice low and teasing, though there was a roughness to it that betrayed his own desire. "So why do you still look like you’re seeing it for the first time?"

Florian’s breath caught audibly, and Heinz watched as the prince’s pulse fluttered visibly at the base of his throat. "I-I..." Florian stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Will... will it even fit?"

Heinz didn’t answer immediately, letting the question hang in the air between them like a challenge.

His gaze darkened as he leaned closer, his hand brushing against Florian’s cheek before sliding down to tilt his chin up.

"You already know the answer to that," he murmured, his voice thick with intent.

Florian swallowed hard, his eyes darting away briefly before meeting Heinz’s again. The flush on his face deepened, spreading down his neck and chest.

"Wet it with your mouth," Heinz commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. Florian’s lips parted in protest, but Heinz was already moving, guiding his hard length toward the prince’s face.

Florian hesitated, his tongue darting out nervously to lick his bottom lip. Heinz groaned softly at the sight, his grip tightening slightly as he positioned himself closer.

"Do it," Heinz urged, his voice rough with need. Florian’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment before he leaned forward, his warm breath ghosting over Heinz’s sensitive flesh.

His tongue flicked out tentatively, grazing the tip of Heinz’s cock. The contact sent a jolt of pleasure through Heinz, and he couldn’t suppress the groan that spilled from his lips.

"Fuck," Heinz hissed, his fingers tangling in Florian’s hair as the prince timidly licked him again. "More. You need to make it wet enough." Florian whined softly, but he obeyed, parting his lips wider to take more of Heinz into his mouth.

’Ah. I want to take him now.’

Heinz’s head tipped back, his breathing growing erratic as Florian’s warm, wet mouth enveloped him.

’He’s too good at this for his second time.’

The prince’s tongue swirled clumsily around him, his movements hesitant but earnest. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through Heinz, his hips twitching with the effort to stay still.

"That’s it," Heinz growled, his fingers tightening in Florian’s hair as the prince worked him over. Florian’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked harder, his hands gripping Heinz’s thighs for balance.

The sensation was overwhelming—Heinz could feel himself twitching within Florian’s mouth, precum beading at the tip and mingling with the prince’s saliva.

His muscles tensed, his control slipping with every desperate motion of Florian’s lips.

’I want to cum, but I can’t right away.’ But just as Heinz was on the brink of losing himself completely, he pulled back, his cock slipping from Florian’s mouth with a wet sound that made both of them shudder.

Florian blinked up at him, his lips swollen and glistening, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Heinz’s own breathing was ragged as he positioned himself between Florian’s legs, his hands gripping the prince’s hips with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down Florian’s spine.

"It’ll hurt at first," Heinz warned, his voice low and gravelly. "Take deep breaths. Tell me if it’s too much." Florian nodded faintly, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as Heinz lined himself up. "And if you want me to stop, just say stop."

The prince’s body trembled with anticipation, his slick entrance clenching involuntarily as Heinz pressed the tip against him.

Florian stares at him for a moment, he was silent and unmoving.

Then...

"Why are you being so gentle, Your Majesty?" Florian asked suddenly, his voice tinged with confusion.

His wide eyes searched Heinz’s face, as if expecting something cruel or demanding.

’How dense.’ Heinz thought as he placed a gentle hand on Florian’s cheek, his thumb brushing over the prince’s flushed skin.

"Why not?" Heinz replied simply, his tone softer than Florian had ever heard it.

But Heinz didn’t elaborate.

Heinz did not want to tell the truth, for now.

That he was afraid of hurting Florian again, especially this version of Florian.

That he was feeling emotions that he has never felt, or maybe even, just didn’t remember.

And Florian didn’t press. Instead, the prince’s attention was drawn back to the present moment as Heinz pressed forward, the tip of his cock breaching Florian’s tight entrance.

"Ilúvarei..."

The ancient Concordian word for my queen.

"Heinz..." Florian’s voice broke, tears spilling down his cheeks as he looked up at him with wide, glassy eyes.

But he would stop if Florian asked. He would.

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