"Mhm," Celine hummed in agreement, moving her head from his shoulder to the bed.
Lucian sat up on the bed, his right hand still moving underneath the blanket while his left one moved her hand to his pants like he was a puppeteer.
The blanket served as a surrendering flag for both of them, covering the scene of their defeat (their out of character behavior).
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She quickly caught on to what he was trying to do and slowly released him from the cage of his pants.
It was good his pants were soaked wet, making it hard to tell whether the stain on his underwear was from the rain or something else.
He felt her fingers run up his length, spreading the slick, and then squeeze gently, before loosening her grip. She didn't pay much attention to him, seemingly content with just holding him.
"Better?" he breathed. It was a rare moment for them to find a middle ground, and he didn't want to ruin it by bickering over who had more power over the other.
"Better," she responded happily. Her body relaxed further after he handed over the reign of his body.
Lucian bit his bottom lip. He felt her fingers trace the veins along his shaft. Her thumb found its way around the head, circling it slowly before sliding down again.
"Mmph..." he let out a muffled groan, feeling the heat building in his abdomen and spreading in waves of pleasure.
He grabbed the towel and threw it quickly over her hand that was wrapped around him.
"Mhm," he panted as the hot liquid shot out of his tip, staining her hand and the towel.
He was so pent up, he didn't even last a minute. He was scared she was going to laugh at him, feeling a bit embarrassed about it.
"Celine?" he whispered when her reactions to his touch stopped being pleasurable and started being languid. No moans, no squirming, just satisfied breaths.
"Hm?" She made a sleepy noise, not saying anything else.
He pulled his hand from under the covers. His fingers were glistening from her juices and he was tempted to taste them. After a brief moment of hesitation, he licked his finger.
No taste. Different from when he was in direct contact with her kitty, where his brain could pick up on all the flavors.
She loved to eat fruits, especially the exotic ones, which left a unique aftertaste on her skin. His mouth watered as he remembered the first time he tasted her.
She protested when he removed his hand, murmuring something incoherent, "Hrrm...ore."
"More?" he asked.
"Hmmm," she hummed and nodded under the blanket.
"I'm going to use the bathroom first, then I will give you more," he promised.
She was still holding onto his general, who wasn't showing signs of retiring any time soon. He didn't know if he should be thankful or scared of this new discovery.
"Can you let go of me?" he asked.
"No," she refused.
"I need to use the bathroom," he repeated.
Her other hand slipped from under the covers, wiggling her pointer at one of the empty bottles on the nightstand. "There," she suggested, "You don't have to go anywhere."
'Do all paths lead to us bickering with each other?' Lucian thought. She was not making it easy for him to be romantic with her.
"Let go of my general first," he said. His head had cleared slightly and there was an uncontrollable itch to wipe the sticky mess from his crotch. He wanted to get rid of the evidence of his lustful desires and get his general to retire.
She shook her head and tightened her grip on him, "I don't want to be left alone."
Lucian groaned and squirmed as she gripped him even harder, "Don't," he gasped, "You are going to break something."
He was not joking. Her grip was incredibly strong and it was starting to hurt. His general was not a chew toy, nor did he want it to become one.
"Here, hold my hand instead," he offered, giving her his wrist to squeeze.
She grabbed his wrist silently, acting needy, yet possessive. He took the chance to wipe himself thoroughly.
He then reached for her under the blanket, noticing that she was rubbing herself. Her hand was in the way, preventing him from touching her.
He gulped as the heat rose in his face, imagining her touching herself. The warmth didn't last long as he felt like a failure for not doing his part as a lover, "Allow me."
"Stay still," she ordered, her voice commanding.
"But..." he protested before being interrupted.
"I can take care of myself," she said, her words hurting him more than they should have.
Her body trembled slightly beneath the fabric, her breathing becoming more audible until it steadied, and then slowed down.
It felt forced compared to what she was like when he was touching her. She looked like she wanted to be over with it, so she could go back to sleep.
The sight made his stomach twist. He felt a pain in his chest, like someone had stabbed him with an icy knife.
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"Go pee now," she said, sounding tired, releasing her grip on his wrist. She didn't even let him see her face, and he didn't dare to look under the blanket.
Lucian stood up, feeling like he had been kicked out of the bed.
"I wasn't serious about peeing in a bottle," she laughed weakly when she heard his footsteps, thinking he was going to leave, "Don't worry about it."
"It's alright," Lucian grabbed the bottle and moved closer to the window, where the rain could hide the sounds, "I'm not leaving you alone tonight."
"..." She peeked from under the covers at him, seeing his back turned to her, "You don't think I'm a freak?" she asked, her voice quieter than before.
"No, I wish I could be more like you sometimes," Lucian said, "I would probably have fewer regrets."
Maybe it was Celine's presence beside him that made him feel less fearful of making a mistake. She had shown him that one could always make it right if you knew how.
Celine tilted her head curiously, her eyes glassy and red, watching him relieve himself. The corners of her lips bloomed into a beautiful smile as she dropped back into the bed. "...I wish I could be more like you sometimes too," she replied, "Liked by all, respected by all... and not this... whatever I am."
"You are respected by me," Lucian joked, "Isn't my love enough?"
"It is," she replied.
He didn't know where to put the bottle after filling it, and he didn't know how to get rid of it, so he just corked the lid back on it, and placed it in the corner nonchalantly before removing his wet shirt and wiping himself with it.
He didn't bring a change of clothes, and swore to always bring a second pair from now on. He always ended up naked around Celine for some reason or another.
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I need some click baity reviews, 3 starred ones preferably. 🙏 I enjoy writing Lucian as an MC, but I'm not sure about your opinion on him, would be nice if you shared some in the review. 🥹 Don't be afraid to be critical and help this author improve, thanks!
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