Omega Ascension System[BL]

Elian blinked, his breath hitching as he fought through the confusion and horniness before nodding. "Y–Yeah... I was talking about... About how your touch was teasing. Like you—" "Good." Kyren interrupted, rubbing his sharp jawline with the fingers of his right hand while tilting his head. "Then come here and do that to me." Elian’s eyes widened, his mind trying hard to catch up. [Your mind isn’t the only thing "hard" apparently...] "Don’t keep me waiting, little flame," Kyren whispered, but his voice managed to reverberate through the walls in the most enticing way possible, his lips curling into a sly smirk. "If you don’t make a move, I’ll continue teasing. I’ll continue touching. I’ll continue driving your mind to the very boundary separating desire from insanity." Elian knew that was supposed to be a warning... But gods, why did it sound like something he secretly wanted? [Because you do—but you also deep down want to know how it feels to take charge with daddy Kyren here. So I’ll say... Go for it, girl!] ’Can you stop calling me girl?’ [Depends. You willing to use your balls for once?] Goddess... "Elian..." Kyren drawled his name, this time with a deep, almost impatient rumble. Elian jolted instantly, drawing in a deep breath before he gently rose from the tub, kneeling on its cold, smooth surface. He stretched his hands through the waters, his eyes fixed on Kyren’s firm chest. "Eyes up here." Kyren chuckled darkly, causing him to gulp. Elian raised his chin, meeting Kyren’s sharp gaze. Slowly, he got in front of Kyren and sat on his lap, the water rippling gently around them. His hands were propped on his strong arm muscles, his fingers already digging into skin. "Careful, little flame," Kyren remarked, suddenly wrapping his right arm firmly around his waist. A gasp escaped Elian’s lips but he composed himself, his heart thudding heavily as he pressed his chest on Kyren’s. Their dicks rubbed against each other, the friction like fire that made his core molten. Elian followed that heat, gently thrusting his hips against Kyren’s, all while the rogue king’s grip on his waist tightened further. The sound that left Kyren’s throat was feral, as if Elian’s hesitant grinding was an offering he’d been waiting centuries for. His crimson eyes flared, and Elian swore he saw hunger flash through them before the rogue king dipped his head and caught Elian’s lips in a kiss. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was consuming. Elian gasped against it, his fingers clutching at Kyren’s shoulders as their tongues tangled, his entire body reacting like it was set ablaze. Kyren’s hands splayed wider across his back, pushing him closer until their bare chests crushed together, heat and slickness sliding with every movement. The kiss broke just long enough for Kyren to rasp against his mouth. "More." Elian trembled, but the ache in his core drowned out hesitation. He rocked harder on Kyren’s lap, every brush of their cocks against each other sending lightning up his spine. His nails dug into flesh, and Kyren’s sharp inhale made his confidence spark. He wanted this. He wanted all of him. "Kyren..." Elian whispered, breathless, his voice almost pleading.

The rogue king’s grin turned dangerous. His left hand slid down, cupping Elian’s ass possessively before kneading it hard enough to make him whimper. "You think you’re ready to play with fire, little flame? Then show me." Elian’s body moved before his mind could catch up. He reached between them, wrapping his trembling hand around Kyren’s hard, heavy length. The heat of it nearly undid him, and Kyren’s groan rumbled straight into his chest. Boldness sparked in Elian then—born of arousal and a strange, stubborn pride. He guided Kyren’s dick toward himself, lining it up at his entrance while keeping his wide eyes locked on the older man’s. His lips parted in a sharp breath at the pressure, the blunt head nudging against sensitive muscle. Kyren stilled instantly, his grip tightening. "Elian..." His tone was a strained warning—as though he was holding himself back by sheer force. "You sure you know what you’re asking for? I have you, here in this bathroom. Alone." Elian only shook his head, his heart hammering in his ears. "I know that. And I want you even more because of that." The words cracked something in Kyren, snapping his restraint. He shifted, bracing Elian’s hips firmly in his hands, and with a slow, deliberate push, he pressed his dick inside. Elian gasped, his head falling against Kyren’s shoulder as a sharp mix of pain and molten pleasure tore through him. Every inch was overwhelming, stretching him, claiming him. The rogue king’s growl was rough in his ear, the sound of a predator finally sinking its fangs into prey. "Gods, you’re tight," Kyren snarled, his voice thick with desire. "You might break me before I break you." Elian shuddered, clutching at him desperately, his nails raking over Kyren’s skin as his body adjusted. The ache ebbed into heat, and soon he was pushing down against Kyren’s hips, seeking more of that fullness. The moment he did, Kyren’s composure vanished. His hips surged upward in a sharp thrust that knocked the air from Elian’s lungs. He cried out, pleasure bursting behind his eyes as sparks of ecstasy raced through his nerves. The water sloshed violently around them, waves licking the sides of the tub. Kyren set a brutal pace, each movement controlled yet hungry, forcing gasps and moans from Elian with every deep stroke. His hand never left Elian’s waist, guiding him, while his other hand slid between their bodies and wrapped firmly around Elian’s cock. Elian nearly broke. The double assault—Kyren’s length driving into him while his hand stroked in rhythm—was too much, too overwhelming. He could barely form words, only broken cries of: "K–Kyren... oh, gods... Kyren—" Kyren silenced him with another kiss, swallowing his moans as he fucked him harder, faster, his growls vibrating against Elian’s lips. "Take it," he demanded roughly. "Take all of me, little flame." And Elian did. He clung to him like a lifeline, hips moving desperately to meet every thrust, his world reduced to nothing but heat, friction, and the man claiming him so utterly. The knot in his stomach coiled tighter and tighter, pleasure spiralling to its breaking point. Kyren’s stroking hand quickened, his thumb teasing the sensitive head, until Elian’s vision blurred. He shattered yet again with a strangled cry, spilling into Kyren’s hand as ecstasy tore through him. His body convulsed around the rogue king, clenching so hard that Kyren’s rhythm faltered. Kyren cursed low and dark, burying his face in Elian’s neck as his thrusts turned erratic. There was a final, deep plunge—and then he groaned, his body shuddering violently as he came inside, filling Elian with his seed.

For a moment, there was nothing but their ragged breaths, the sound of water rippling gently in the aftermath, and the rapid pounding of two hearts pressed close. Elian slumped against him, boneless and dazed, every inch of him buzzing. Kyren’s hand caressed his back now, soothing, tender, as if balancing the storm he’d just unleashed. "Good flame," he murmured against Elian’s temple, a rare softness in his tone. "You burn brighter every time." Elian’s cheeks flushed with a mix of leftover arousal and embarrassment, his fingers nudging Kyren’s shoulders softly. [Aww... I had to pause my usual remarks to give you two space. That was electric, fruitcake! And it gives me an idea for a special mission!] Elian blinked, his lips curling into a subtle smirk. Oh, yeah! A special mission meant a chance at earning Ascension points. And that meant he would be closer to being able to purchase a mana core. And maybe finding something in the Ascension Shop to begin unlocking his dormant Lycan King bloodline. [Ding! Special mission loading complete.] However, when the blue translucent screen flickered to life in front of him and he saw the special mission—his jaw dropped. "Fuck me..."