Trying to Save my Favorite Character from His Tragic Fate

Chapter 118: [18+] Let me teach you something further than a kiss

*** Warning: Mature content ahead ***

Kyrie draws away from Ian's lips little by little just to see Ian following for more kisses. He stares at the intense gaze, feeling submerged into the ocean in Ian's eyes. Flirtatiously smiling at the intoxicated man who cannot bear to part from his lips, he continues to lean back with his straight arms holding his weight.

Kyrie watches Ian narrow his eyes like he is in pain, desperately wishing to find relief on his lips only to find them slowly pulled away - almost reaching to grasp for the cure, but always just enough distance to drive him to insanity slowly.

Kyrie gasps when Ian wraps his strong arms around Kyrie's waist, attaching their bodies. Intoxicated by the moment, Kyrie shakes at the sudden rush of adrenaline. His heart flutters with excitement. He looks downward to find himself in a forbidden position; his legs wrap around Ian's hips, and his groin is firmly attached to the abdomen. His heart races uncontrollably, and he can barely regulate his quickening breaths. 

Ian stands up with Kyrie in his arms effortlessly.

"Hey, mister Where are we going?" Kyrie teases Ian while playing with his hair. 

"The ground is cold outside, so I am bringing you back to the bedroom."

Ian's arousal has deepened his voice, causing Kyrie's heart to flutter. 

When they reach the bedroom door, Kyrie reaches back to turn the knob. His back pushes the door open; Ian presses the door close with his foot. 

Ian lays Kyrie softly on the bed. He climbs onto the bed with one knee in between Kyrie's legs. His hand slides beneath Kyrie's nape and closes in for another kiss. Kyrie takes the kiss with a smile, sensing the gentle caress on his lips. His hand runs through Ian's chest as he trails his hand up to the neck. His fingers brush the curvature on the back of Ian's neck. Kyrie seductively glances back and forth from the eyes to the lips and lifts his head to take Ian's lips fully. He teasingly licks Ian's lips, opening Ian's mouth, and invites himself in, massaging their tongues together. 

Kyrie pushes his body up with the other arm, sitting up on the bed, leading Ian to stand on one knee. He draws out of the kiss again, and he runs his thumb on Ian's cheek.

"Let me teach you something further than a kiss," Kyrie whispers as he glides back further into the bed while taking Ian by the collar.

Ian follows the guide, walking on his knees towards Kyrie. With a playful smile, Kyrie grabs Ian's arms and flips their positions. Watching Ian below him, Kyrie's eyes glint with satisfaction, and the corner of his lips rises. Despite taking the lead, he shakes at the intense gaze surveying on his body, as if he is naked through Ian's eyes.

He takes Ian's coat off and then reaches for the shirt. When Kyrie goes to loosen the second button from Ian's shirt, Ian grabs his wrist.

"Trust me" 

Kyrie withdraws Ian's hand and continues to unbutton all the buttons from Ian's shirt, exposing Ian's chiseled body. Pleased with the sight of Ian casually leaning against the headboard, he strokes his hand down on Ian's body, feeling the defined muscles on his fingertips. Kyrie can sense Ian losing control from the faster heavings of his chest.

Kyrie takes Ian's hand and places it on his cheek, "You can touch me too."

He kisses the hand and guides it to his neck, leading it down to his chest and abdomen. Kyrie couldn't let go of his smile while watching Ian's eyes shaking as his hand felt through Kyrie's body. Kyrie quickly loosens his buttons and lifts his shirt off.

"Well?" Kyrie plays on Ian's earlobe with his fingers and tilts his head with a provocative stare.

Ian reaches to touch his waist, gliding down his hand through the curvature. Feeling the pearl skin pressed against his fingers and palm, Ian becomes completely mesmerized, sensing the warmth off from another body. 

"Beautiful" Ian murmurs as he lifts his eyes to look at Kyrie.

Kyrie chuckles, cupping Ian's face and draws him close for another kiss. Then, he starts to trail down his kisses on Ian's body while feeling an intense hot gaze drilling into him. He enjoys the light tremors from Ian's body on his lips, excited for the very fact that Ian is trying to control himself. Once Kyrie reaches the lower abdomen, he smiles as he rubs his thumb on Ian's aroused shaft. 

"Kyrie!" Ian shudders while wanting to take his hand off. 

Ian trembles when Kyrie presses the tip over his pants and lets out a groan. 

"Are you leaving it like this?" Kyrie rubs on the rigid member with his index finger back and forth.

Although Ian remains quiet, his eyes are filled with expectation. Kyrie sits on his knees, showing his bulge. He is aroused to the point that he is going crazy. 

"I am yours," Ian runs his fingers on Kyrie's hair. 

Kyrie inhales sharply from Ian's comment and lets go of his shaky breath as he takes Ian's hand. He pulls the hands towards his pants and lets a few fingers into the waist belt. 

"Help me take it off," Kyrie playfully takes the other hand and places it on his hip.

Ian pulls Kyrie close. His blush reaches to his ears as he unloops Kyrie's belt. He unbuttons and unzips the pants. The pants fall. Ian slides his fingers into the underwear band and looks at Kyrie one more time for reassurance. He watches Kyrie's amber eyes looking down on him, aroused. He pulls it down, revealing Kyrie's shaft. 

Ian feels his ears are drumming when he takes a glance, and his blush deepens. 

"Are you feeling shy, Ian?" Kyrie teasingly asks, but Ian remains quiet.

He caresses Ian's red ear, "Don't be I will show you how it is done"

Kyrie sits on Ian's thighs and unbuckles Ian's belt.

"How do you know all this?" Ian murmurs as he watches Kyrie taking off his belt. 

Kyrie pauses at Ian's sudden jealousy and locks their eyes. He lets out some chuckles from Ian's unbearable cuteness. 

Kyrie leans over to Ian and whispers, "Because unlike my Ian, I possess too many wild imaginations. From sweet to rough, you are my muse of all my desires dirty desires..." 

Kyrie bites on Ian's ear and delves his hand into Ian's unzipped pants, taking out his shaft. He swallows nervously while holding Ian's manhood, dazed for a few seconds.

[Will this even fit?]

Kyrie starts to stroke on Ian's shaft, massaging the tip once it is starting to wet. Ian pants while feeling the waves of pleasure rushing through his body.

"Ahhmm" 

Ian pushes his hair up like he is going insane. Watching Ian's face filled with pleasure, Kyrie is incredibly turned on. 

"Ian," Kyrie pouts, taking Ian's hand towards him, "Touch me too"

Kyrie lets out moans as Ian touches him. He feels different, as if Ian is firing pulses of electricity throughout his body. He couldn't control his voice from coming out. Ian's rough hand sends ecstasy through his veins.

Ian becomes bewildered by Kyrie's aroused expression and naturally hugs Kyrie closer to him. Kyrie pants as he puts his shaft on Ian's and rubs them with his hands. He feels Ian's breaths caressing his skin. Their breath quickens, and they both groan at the same time, releasing at the same time. 

Kyrie breathes heavily. He traces the white fluid trickling down on Ian's body. He lifts his gaze and finds Ian looking at him - a heated expression even though his eyes are the only ones speaking. Kyrie looks away and starts to back out.

Ian takes his hand, flipping the hand and kissing it. 

"Is there anything else you could teach me?" Ian finally lets out a smirk.

His expression has darkened, and his smirk makes him dangerous.

"You think we will end like this?"

Kyrie's heart flutters again at Ian's glare. He feels his body lit on fire all of a sudden, and he lifts the other hand, licking the cum off his finger.

"No" breathed Kyrie.

He trails his tongue down Ian's body, and when he arrives at Ian's shaft, he looks up to see Ian smiling at him. Kyrie opens his mouth and takes in the tip, swirling his tongue as he dives in further. 

Ian breathes out deeply as he melts in Kyrie's soft tongue. He watches Kyrie engulf it halfway into the mouth, stroking it as he takes it in again. Every time his shaft slicks into Kyrie's mouth, he feels as if it is pulling him in further and tighter. 

Kyrie's lips are turning redder, and some tears well in his eyes. Ian runs his fingers on Kyrie's hair, making Kyrie jerk and pause with his shaft inside the mouth. His mouth glides out slowly and slurps when he lets go of the tip. 

"Grab it" Kyrie touches Ian's hand on his hair, "... and push me in"