Trying to Save my Favorite Character from His Tragic Fate

Chapter 130: [18+] His heart is filling up

*** Warning: Mature content ***

"Kyrie" Ian kisses his palm, "Somethings are bound to happen in ways that do not always go as planned."

Ian places the hand on his chest, on top of his heart.

"I think I am late to tell you how much you mean to me. You gave me a different path that I thought I could never afford to walk on. If you didn't have the courage to walk into my life the way you did, then I would have continued to pass through the loops without witnessing a single ray of light. You have done nothing wrong Rather, what you have done for me is beyond good. A miracle. That is the only way I could describe it."

Kyrie purses his lips and tries to control the tingling emotions inside. He tries to remain cool, but his cheeks are starting to flush. Turning his head away from facing Ian, Kyrie becomes aware that he is holding his breath. He nibbles shyly on his lips. Once he releases the tension from his face, the tingling warm rushes throughout his body. His pearl skin slowly gains color and vitality like the bloom of a red flower. His entire body is uplifted with energy, and his heart floods with happiness. 

"You say the most embarrassing things... I feel so uncool." Kyrie covers his face with the back of his hand.

Ian lets out an amused laugh, "Uncool?"

Kyrie lifts his eyes to look at those handsome features that show delight at his complaint.

"You have no idea how much I have to control myself when I start to chase after you," Kyrie laughs at his own memories, "You would blush and shake whenever I would go near" 

"Ah" Kyrie suspires, "You were so cute!!!"

Ian narrows his eyes from the words 'blush,' 'shake,' and 'cute.' For a brief moment, Imogen's smirking face enters into Ian's mind. 

Kyrie presses his lips together when Ian's expression turns dark. He sighs internally, wondering if those expressions are all gone from that man's face. Ever since he regains his memories, the expressions that come out from Ian's clumsiness are now suppressed by that icy face. To Kyrie's dismay, Ian is now completely fine touching and kissing. Kyrie pouts at the thought that he is losing his advantage.

[Isn't he adapting way too fast?]

Kyrie flinches when something has crawled over his feet. He moves back to see what it is and steps on the towel that fell on the floor. Ian loosens his arms around Kyrie, who crouches down to pick it up. When he hunches down, Kyrie awkwardly loses his balance. His knees hit the floor, and he finds equilibrium back by holding on to Ian's legs. 

With his bare legs in a kneeling position and his back straight, Kyrie looks up and watches Ian completely freeze momentarily. Kyrie blankly blinks at Ian's questionable expression. Ian reaches to brush the hair using his hand, and the side of his index finger runs over Kyrie's face. He traces his face down to his jaw, following the graceful line to the chin. 

Kyrie stands up, a bit distracted by the frozen expression Ian showed him seconds ago. His heart thumps rapidly since something would always happen if Ian is too quiet. He unconsciously starts to pull his oversized shirt down, and his legs start to feel breezy. 

While leaning against the desk, Ian looks for an expression that could show him that Kyrie is on the same page. However, seeing how Kyrie's eyes would wander around nervously, Ian reaches to hold Kyrie's waist. He leads Kyrie, turning their position around with Kyrie leaning on the desk. 

In one quick motion, Ian lifts Kyrie onto the edge of the desk. He walks his fingertips on the top of Kyrie's hand, slowly moving up underneath his sleeve. His thumb unbuttons his cuff, and his sleeve continues to bundle up as those fingers move upward. Kyrie's heart flutters, and he feels his heart pumping adrenaline into his bloodstream, causing him to shiver slightly.

Kyrie watches Ian's lips move in closer, and without a bit of immunity, Kyrie also draws in as he looks at Ian's eyelashes suddenly move up, forcing him to take in the intense blue eyes. The only thing that he can hear becomes the drumming sound of his heart. Their lips are just inches away, and Ian could feel the shaky breath brushing on his lips. 

Ian watches those amber eyes twitching as Kyrie pinches his brows.

"Can I?" Kyrie feels the tingling breath on his lips.

Like something snapped inside, Kyrie wraps his arms around Ian's neck and draws his lips in. Ian closes in, attaching his hips to Kyrie's inner thighs. He lifts Kyrie's shirt with the arch of his thumbs as he wraps his fingers around the shape of Kyrie's body. His hands gently move up, feeling the counterpart's skin. His thumbs brush over the delicate perks, making Kyrie inhale a short breath sharply, pressing his tongue with those cherry lips.

Ian pulls away, separating his tongue from the soft inner walls of the mouth. He lifts off Kyrie's shirt and lets it fall from his fingers. Crossing his arms, he pulls his shirt off as he lifts his chest. The collar runs over his hair before the shirt comes off entirely. Ian lifts Kyrie from the thigh to sit further into the desk. In a swift motion, sliding his thumbs into the band of the underwear and taking it off. 

Tracing his eyes over the olive skin, Kyrie runs his fingers on Ian's chest down to the waistband and yanks Ian closer to him. Ian lands on a hand at the edge of the desk for balance. 

"You are so eager today," Kyrie whispers as he lets out a smile. 

Ian buries that smile with his lips and begins to trail down on Kyrie's neck. Kyrie watches Ian's lips moving lower and lower on his body. The lips brush over his nipple and his body jolts. Ian rolls his eyes up to look at Kyrie as he opens his mouth and sucks on it. Sensing the shivering from the contact of their skin, Ian kisses it again. The nib and its surrounding skin start to redden and swell. Ian can sense it erect and throb on his tongue. 

He continues to move downwards, leaving trails of kiss marks on the center of Kyrie's abdomen. He strokes on Kyrie's aroused shaft, massaging it with his thumb. Kyrie lets out deep exhales as he feels pleasure invading his body. Electricity runs across just below his skin.

"...!!!" Kyrie lets out louder moans when he senses two fingers stretch his entrance while diving in and shivers intensely as Ian kneads his throbbing walls. 

"I think someone is more eager than me," Ian smirks as he takes out his digits, feeling that the hole has been loosened in advance.

Kyrie blushes, feeling a bit embarrassed that Ian saw through him.

He pouts, "I just believe in readiness"

Ian lets out some chuckles.

"And I support that readiness," Ian leans to peck on Kyrie's forehead.

He brushes the hair on the side of Kyrie's head. Pulling him closer, Ian takes Kyrie's lips as he places his length on the entrance and slowly pushes in. As he enters, he feels the hot, moist walls wrapping around his shaft, enveloping him in warmth. 

"Ian" Kyrie's voice shivers, "I can't hold it anymore"

The second after those words, Ian thrust his wholeness into Kyrie, filling him to the brim, making Kyrie let out a shaky cry. Ian drags Kyrie closer by the waist, letting Kyrie place one right foot on the ground while the left leg is up on top of his forearm. Kyrie grabs Ian's arms for support.

Ian starts to move his hips rhythmically with powerful upward thrusts. Unlike the soft and careful caresses of the first time, Kyrie feels his walls throbbing as Ian pulls out before once again thrusting in. The roughness when their bodies clap together makes Kyrie clamp Ian's shaft. 

"Ah!! I I can't" Kyrie cries out as he sinks his fingers on Ian's arm. The leg that sustains his weight starts to bend from the strength that leaves his body from the pleasure.

Ian pushes Kyrie onto the desk. The air gets knocked out of Kyrie when he hits the surface. He opens his arms, drawing Ian to him for a kiss. Wrapping his arms around Ian and feeling the fullness inside him, Kyrie senses his heart filling up. Despite knowing that this is physical, his heart flutters at the thought of their connection. He has yearned for this human for a long time, but now, twelve years seems too short for the eternity he wants to spend with Ian.

Ian starts moving against the tight but moist walls that are clamping him down. Unable to breathe under the intensity, Kyrie lets go of Ian's mouth, gasping for air. He feels his spine lengthening and arching in response to the accumulating ecstasy he feels against his pelvis. Each time when Ian digs into him, the muscles from Kyrie's body contract as if he is getting pulses of electricity administered into his body. 

Ian leans back up as he increases his pace, causing Kyrie to start whimpering and moaning on a sore throat. He is at the edge of losing his wits as he feels he is about to burst from the overflowing sensations inside. He plunges into the shivering body one last time as he sends in a trail of fire. The sensation runs feverishly through his veins, and from a sudden burst of energy, Ian breaks a part of the desk off with his hand.