80 – Cypress Mosaic

Grabbing ​Elian’s ​arm ​to ​prevent him from ​fleeing, ​Lorenz ​brought ​the ​scanner to the back ​of ​his ear.

“Don’t be ​afraid.”

“Wha—what are you ​doing?”

“It’s ​a ​scanner ​that ​measures ​Pheromone levels.”

PRL 270.

This ​is ​insane.

Lorenz ​bit his lip ​as he checked the ​display.

The level ​had risen ​even higher ​than it ​was ​in ​the car. It ​was a ​number that even Lorenz, ​a PDD patient, had ​never seen before. A ​figure that ​far ​exceeded the range of a typical ​Heat. His mouth went ​dry. ​While ​this ​number ​would show Elian ​the reality ​of ​the situation, it ​could ​simultaneously fuel his terror. But ​there was ​no ​other way. Elian ​would ​continue ​to ​refuse, ​unable to ​accept ​it.

“……What is ​it?”

A flicker of hope and fear, instinct ​and visit our sitereason, clashed ​violently Read on Read BL Novels[unauthorized copy]within Elian’s ​eyes.

Only after wetting his ​dry lips ​several times with ​his ​tongue did Lorenz ​show him the ​display.

“Ah…”

As if ​the ​strength had ​suddenly ​left him, ​Elian’s ​upper body ​swayed. ​It ​felt as though ​he ​would collapse ​the ​moment ​Lorenz ​let go of his arm. Supporting him with one arm, Lorenz checked his own levels this time.

PRL 230.

Though lower than Elian’s, it was equally at a dangerous level. Had he reached this number due to PDD, he surely would have lost consciousness.

But this current level was not because of the disease.

This was a proper Rut.

He had finally met the Omega who could trigger his Rut.

Whether it was because of the Rut or an unbelievable sense of emotion, Lorenz’s eyelids trembled slightly as he looked at Elian.

“You’re convinced now, right?”

“……”

“That there is no other way.”

Lorenz stripped off his sweat-soaked turtleneck first. He used it to roughly wipe the sweat from his face before tossing it carelessly onto the floor. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off Elian’s as well.

Lorenz’s upper body, sculpted with well-defined muscles, was revealed under the moonlight. His large, sharply contoured muscles were swollen firmer than usual, and veins bulged vividly against his pale skin. It was because of the Rut. Every muscle in his body was taut, poised to pounce on the partner who had triggered his state at any moment.

Lorenz’s fingertips hesitantly reached toward Elian. He brushed away the hair clinging to Elian’s forehead, which was just as damp with sweat as his own. It was a clumsy gesture.

Elian’s lips trembled as he let out irregular, hot breaths. His eyelids, cast down in despair, did the same. His long, thick eyelashes, slightly damp, fluttered like the wings of a bird caught in a rough hand.

“Surprisingly, this isn’t even that rare.”

“……”

Though the words were meant to comfort, they failed to elicit any reaction from him.

“It’s just like a storm.”

Elian remained silent. He simply stared blankly down at the pristine sheets, where not a single speck of dust could be found. Even then, he gripped the blanket he had pulled up to his neck with intense force.

Lorenz wiped away the tear hanging from the tip of Elian’s eyelash.

He spoke as if such a thing were nothing.

“We just have to wait for it to pass.”

Heat and Rut were not such docile opponents that one could simply wait for them to pass in silence. However, he had no choice if he wanted to stabilize Elian. What good would it do to make him vividly imagine the acts they would have to perform?

He didn’t want to frighten Elian. That was why he was stalling, but honestly, he had reached his limit. It felt as though his heat-clouded brain was beginning to malfunction.

Lorenz moved behind Elian and sat, trapping him between his legs. He wrapped one arm firmly around Elian’s chest to keep him from struggling. His nose and mouth pressed against Elian’s temple and ear. Even that trivial contact made his heart race so fast he was nearly breathless. He couldn’t endure it without burying his lips against the soft curve of the ear.

“Wha—what… are you trying to do?”

Trembling with anxiety, Elian’s eyes looked back.

“First, I have to make you ejaculate.”

“Ejaculate…?”

“You’ve been erect this whole time. You need to release Pheromones along with the semen. I’m the same.”

Lorenz’s other hand reached Read on Read BL Novelsbeneath [unauthorized copy]the blanket toward the space between Elian’s legs. Elian struggled in refusal.

“Where… are you touching… No! I hate that! Don’t do it.”

“And if I don’t? Do you have another plan?”

“I—I’ll do it myself…”

“That won’t calm anything down. You know that, don’t you?”

“……”

Ultimately, the key was the exchange of Pheromones. No matter how much one masturbated alone, it would not resolve a Heat or Rut. In the first place, if masturbation could solve a Heat or Rut, more than half of the related crimes that still occur today could be prevented.

“Your nervous system will be damaged, and you’ll lose your sense of smell forever. Are you okay with that?”

Realizing the cold reality that there was no way to avoid it, Elian dropped his head low. Then, he murmured in a voice of resignation.

“That… might actually be better…”

“Don’t say such stupid things.”

Speaking as if sternly scolding him, Lorenz undid the buckle of Elian’s jeans with one hand. With his other arm, he tightly hugged the struggling upper body. Bound [visit our site]as if by ropes, [visit our site]Elian shook his body meaninglessly, having lost his freedom.

“Haa! Ngh!”

Through the open zipper, inside the underwear, Lorenz’s hand finally pushed its way in.

The moment a stranger’s hand touched the instincts he had been suppressing, Elian’s entire body shuddered with pleasure.

Lorenz felt the same thrill.

He had endured and endured against the Rut. And now, he finally held the Omega who had triggered his Rut in his arms and thrust his hand between his legs.

Mmm…

A heavy, long groan leaked from deep within Lorenz’s throat.

Elian’s briefs were so soaked it seemed as if he had had an accident. They were drenched in warm, viscous love juice. Lorenz felt a sense of vertigo, as if he had pushed his manhood deep into Elian’s belly.

To think he was this… this wet…

He covered Elian’s manhood with his entire palm. That warmth, that slickness, and the hard erection that served as proof that Elian Bellotti was sexually aroused.

No matter how many times he swallowed, thick saliva soon pooled in his mouth.

This was Elian Bellotti’s male organ.

An instinctive, strong force entered the arm hugging Elian. He felt as if he might crush him, unable to properly regulate his strength. He bit and sucked on the soft earlobe. A thick scent of Pheromones bloomed from behind the ear, where the body temperature was high.

“Mmph. Hng.”

Lorenz toyed with various parts of Elian’s genitals. When he felt the root where the penis emerged from deep in the lower abdomen, Elian’s upper body leaned forward and recoiled. Irregular breaths, which he couldn’t quite block, escaped through lips stubbornly pressed shut to avoid moaning.

“Hng, ah. Mmm.”

Elian clung to the firm arm crossing his chest. Despite feeling sexual pleasure, his body twisted continuously due to his will to reject it. Though unintentional, every time he did, Elian’s buttocks rubbed against the crotch of Lorenz’s trousers, who was sitting pressed tightly behind him. It had the opposite effect.

The pubic hair around the penis was sparse to the touch. He rubbed the thin, smooth hair, stroking it lightly as if scratching with his fingertips. After enjoying the sensation of the wet pubic hair, he slid up the slender shaft of the penis. With his thumb, he meticulously traced every contour of the glans, which was coated in sticky pre-cum.

“Ugh, hng. Haa.”

The body he held flinched and trembled repeatedly. He kissed the earlobe and whispered shushing sounds to soothe him. Elian’s manhood, from which bodily fluids continued to flow, felt as if it had been dipped in and pulled out of a jar full of honey or jam. He couldn’t stand that sticky sensation.

“Elian Bellotti, you actually had a manhood?”

“Hng… what do you… mean…”

Lorenz’s neat fingers moved deeper between the legs. He felt the testicles hidden behind the penis.

“You don’t even go to the bathroom, you have no sexual desire. I thought you were Dorian Gray from the portrait.”

“Ah, ugh.”

As he gripped and kneaded them as if gauging the volume and elasticity of the testicles, Elian shook his head violently.

A heavy, wet breath whispered in Elian’s ear.

“It’s hard to move my hand. I need to take off your pants.”

When Lorenz pushed his other hand inside the blanket, Elian gripped it tightly.

“I’ll do it.”

“……”

“I’ll do it myself.”

Careful not to let the blanket slip, he hesitantly pulled down his bottoms. Meanwhile, Lorenz’s nose and lips refused stolen contentto leave [visit our site]Elian’s neck. He greedily inhaled the Pheromones blooming from the clean skin.

Sucking on Elian’s earlobe, licking the long, white neck with his tongue, and reaching inside the knit to fumble with the slight chest—Lorenz’s green eyes were gradually swallowed by an even deeper lust.