How to Survive Your 19th Life [BL]

Chapter 32: The First

By the time the dance ended, I could have sworn my feet were bleeding. Emiel's posse had already long left by the time the dance concluded, including Malai and Tariq. The take-down SAGA crew for the dance were side-eyeing me and Emiel as we waited for our coats.

"They want me to help," I sighed to Emiel, who was looking at his reflection in a decorative mirror in the hallway. His eyeliner was now smudged and hair was a mess. 

The coat attendant came back with our coats. We dressed silently. Once we had our coats on, Emiel grabbed my hand and led me outside. I walked by him stiffly. I stole glimpses of him, but his face was unreadable. He kept his stern gaze ahead, and the set of his jaw was that of a determined man. Once we got to Perkins Library, I broke away from him and walked a few steps ahead before spinning around to face Emiel.

My heart pounded like a drum, echoing into my ears and drowning out everything else. I kept my gaze down at the snow. Pressure filled my head until I thought I could have a nosebleed at any moment. 

This moment right here would define the rest of my life. This was my first real adult confession, and by far the bravest thing I'd ever done. I had to remember to continue to breathe, to blink, to exist. Emiel had to know right? He had to. I stole another look at him and found his beautiful face gazing at me like a warm breeze. He made the snowy cold night look like a prairie in spring. He was incredibly serious. 

"I'm going to say it," I declared, feeling less sure now. My heart hammered harder. I noticed only then that it was snowing. Large fluffy flakes drifted down around us in sheets. "This is weird for me, Emiel. And I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable. But..."

I swallowed, steeling myself. He had to know, right? How could he not?

"I love you," I said.

There was a heartbreaking pause before he said, "Do you really?"

Clenching my jaw, I nodded. "Yes. I do. Of course I do." I realized only after I said it that I wanted him to feel the same. 

I wanted Emiel Hugo to love me.

I saw his feet take a step closer to me. A warm hand pressed against my cheek and I looked up, meeting the eyes of the man I loved the most. His eyes were searching mine for something. And whatever it was he was looking for... he seemed to find.

Emiel kissed me so hard it hurt. An embarrassing sound escaped my throat as I burned into him, my hands grabbing and pulling at his coat. I returned his kiss with equal ferocity. My muscles ached with the need to be closer to him. His tongue pushed into mine with the softness of a water droplet running along a rose petal.

I pushed Emiel then, towards Perkin's Library. I wanted him. I couldn't wait another minute. Emiel suddenly threw me down and I fell behind some bushes in the shadow of the building. 

We became animals. He knelt over me, his face a dark mask of lust. I tore at his coat, his embroidered suit, and his shirt. My fingers melted into his skin. My fingers racked across his sides, tugging him down to me. Emiel grabbed my face and ran his fingers through my hair in another heated kiss.

"Please," I begged, my lips trailing to his neck where I then bit him. The taste of his skin flooded my tongue with the bitterness of his cologne and saltiness of his sweat. I loved every bit of it. My erection ached against the constriction of my pants, but I couldn't free myself. I needed him to do it. 

Emiel yanked off my coat and then my suit jacket. Our bodies steamed against the freezing night. His lips kissed a trail from my mouth to my torso, and further down to my stomach. Those magical lips pressed hard into my skin and I had to bite my own lip to keep from crying out in frustration. He stopped at the waistband of my pants and underwear. By now he had to see how engorged I was.

With a few quick movements, Emiel removed my pants. He removed my shoes and socks too. It seemed he wanted me completely naked before him. The snow stung my skin and I felt the tiny pebbles of rabbit shit beneath me. This was a disgusting place to do this, and we'd probably be seen on multiple cameras, but I didn't care. 

I moaned gutturally when his hot wet mouth slid over my cock. He took me all the way in all at once. It seemed my entire body could be swallowed up by him. His lips pushed hard into the hilt as the tip of me sank into his throat. It was too much. I grabbed one of the branches of the nearby bush and it immediately snapped. 

My vision blurred as I looked down at his head, bobbing at my hips. His chin brushed my swollen balls every time he went down. Air became difficult to keep inside my lungs. Pleasure throbbed through my entire body. The muscles in my thighs and abs grew taut and painful. 

"Em-Emiel," I gasped. I could feel his tongue on that particularly sensitive spot on the underside of my cock, flicking and circling it with mastery. His hand palmed my full testicles, goading them to release.

My entire body orgasmed. One moment I was there with him sucking and swallowing me, and the next I was being violently thrown across the cosmos. My erection swelled and then my seed exploded from me in powerful pulses. I cried out. Tears flooded my eyes. There was so much of me coming out that I thought I could possibly die right then. Stream after stream burst from me like something out of a porno.

And when it finally subsided, Emiel crawled up to my lips. He'd swallowed that too. I'd never had my cum swallowed before. Henri found it too gross, the one and only time he ever went down on me. Now, I knew why other guys loved it so much. It was like I was now a fully grown man finally, having been both sucked and swallowed.
When Emiel kissed me, I could taste the remnants of myself on his tongue.  He was the most erotic as he'd ever been.

Without much delay or further flirtation, he pulled my legs up and settled my bare ass against the hard part of his hips. 

I reached down and undid his pants. I pulled them down as much as I could from that position. I wanted more. I knew that after a few minutes of rest, I would be rock solid all over again and feigning for him like a dog. 

A shiver of nervousness flooded me when I felt the hard tip of his cock, wet from his spit, push against my ass. I'd never received before and didn't truly think about it. But as long as I got him, he could take any part of me he wished. Emiel seemed to read my mind as he smirked, saying, "You will have your turn next, love."

Him calling me 'love' undid my entire personality. I unraveled under him into a sea of pleasure. Emiel entered me with a grunt, pushing through with small pulses until he was buried to the hilt. It hurt more than I anticipated. It might have been better with actual lubrication, and more time, but somehow it still felt like the best thing ever. 

Emiel leaned down over me and buried his face in my neck as he then began to ride me. These thrusts rocked by body with power and want. "I'm sorry," Emiel said into my throat. His hot breath drew a moan from me. "I can't be gentle. I want you too much." He let out another grunt as he grabbed my hips and started to move faster. Sweat beaded on his skin.

I grabbed him, holding on for dear life. "Fuck," I gasped. I was hard again. The lower part of his belly rubbed against the underside of my erection.  This wouldn't be enough to make me orgasm again. I needed to be inside him for that.  A sensitive part inside me—the legendary prostate maybe—felt good against his cock. Maybe I could orgasm again like this.

Moving up to look me in the eye, Emiel said, "I love you Solomon. I've always fucking loved you." Emiel's face was caught in the throes of lust. His eyes rolled back and then focused on me again as he moved. In and out, he pumped me with furrowed eyebrows and a helpless expression. The muscles in his body tensed so much that I could see every detail of them under his skin.

When he orgasmed, Emiel kissed me. It came with the same passion as before. I could feel the pulses of his semen filling my body. Right when he pulled out, I pushed him onto his back and did the same thing to him, except as soon as the tip of my cock entered him, I came. The excitement was far too much for me. I halfway screamed as my body trembled with a fast and violent orgasm. I collapsed on Emiel's stomach, panting.

When I looked at him this time, I found his expression to be alert, predacious. "That's not enough for me," Emiel said. So I took him into my mouth. 

This would be a long night.