Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 420

Chapter 420: ’Say Please.’

Heinz’s breath caught in his throat at the sound of that whisper—yes. Such a simple word, barely audible, yet it shattered every ounce of restraint he had left.

His hands moved before he could think, gripping Florian’s waist and pulling him upright, forcing him to straddle Heinz’s lap.

Florian gasped, his wide, tear-filled eyes locking onto Heinz’s with a mix of shock and something darker, something hungry.

"Y-Your Majesty?" Florian stammered, his voice trembling.

Heinz growled, low and deep, his fingers tightening on Florian’s hips. "I said call me Heinz," he commanded, his voice rough with need.

He brought his hand up to Florian’s face, holding two fingers in front of his lips. "Open your mouth."

Florian hesitated for the briefest moment, his lips parting slightly as if unsure.

But then, with a quiet obedience that sent a thrill through Heinz’s veins, he opened his mouth wider. Heinz slipped his fingers inside, feeling the warmth of Florian’s tongue against his skin. Florian made a muffled sound, his cheeks flushing as he looked up at Heinz with those pleading eyes.

"Suck," Heinz murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You’re already wet, but I need to make sure you don’t get hurt."

Florian obeyed without complaint, his lips wrapping around Heinz’s fingers as he began to suck.

The sensation was maddening—soft, so wet.

’He’s being so obedient right now.’ Heinz groaned, his free hand sliding down to grip Florian’s hip, guiding him to grind against the hard length straining against his pants.

Florian moaned around his fingers, his hips moving instinctively, his ass rubbing against Heinz’s cock.

"Fuck," Heinz muttered, burying his face in Florian’s shoulder. The heat between them was unbearable, every movement sending sparks of pleasure through his body.

Florian felt so good, so perfect, and Heinz couldn’t get enough.

’I need to prepare him as soon as I can.’

Heinz couldn’t wait any longer.

He had to feel Florian around him now.

He pulled his fingers free from Florian’s mouth with a soft pop, spreading the slickness over Florian’s entrance. "Take a deep breath," Heinz instructed, his voice firm but gentle.

Florian nodded shakily, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady himself. Heinz traced his hole with one wet finger, teasing the tight ring of muscle before pressing in slowly.

Florian gasped, his body tensing for a moment before melting into the sensation. His hands clutched at Heinz’s thighs, his nails digging into the fabric of his pants.

"H-Heinz..." he whimpered, his voice trembling.

"Shh," Heinz murmured, kissing the top of Florian’s head. "Relax. Let me take care of you."

He pushed his finger deeper, feeling the velvety warmth envelop him. Florian moaned, loud and unrestrained, his hips rocking back slightly as if seeking more.

Heinz couldn’t help but smirk, remembering how easily Florian had taken four fingers during the aphrodisiac incident.

His body was made for this—warm, pliant, and so responsive.

"Does it feel good?" Heinz asked, his voice low and teasing. He curled his finger slightly, searching for that spot he knew would drive Florian wild.

Florian’s breath hitched, his body arching as Heinz found it. "Ah! W-What was that?" he gasped, his voice trembling.

Heinz didn’t answer, instead hitting that spot again with precision. Florian cried out, his back pressing against Heinz’s chest as pleasure rippled through him.

His legs trembled, his hands gripping Heinz tighter as he moaned his name like a prayer.

"I’m going to add another finger," Heinz warned, his voice rough with desire. He pressed in slowly, giving Florian time to adjust. The second finger slipped in with ease, stretching him just enough to make him whimper.

"Heinz..." Florian looks back at him, as if trying to grab his attention.

"Hm?" Heinz hums in response, curious as what he was going to say.

"Add the third one," Florian begged, his voice desperate.

Heinz’s eyes widened slightly, as if Florian wasn’t acting surprising enough.

He didn’t question it though.

The king chuckled darkly, amused by Florian’s sudden boldness. "Already? You’re getting greedy."

He continued with two fingers, twisting them inside Florian, watching as his body writhed with pleasure. Florian’s moans grew louder, his hips moving in time with Heinz’s thrusts.

"Heinz... another one..." Florian breathed out, his voice broken and barely audible—more a plea than a demand. His body quivered beneath Heinz, his fingers curling against the sheets, knuckles pale from how tightly he clutched them.

Heinz tilted his head, lips curving into a smirk. ’So desperate already...’

Cruel.

"Otherwise," Heinz whispered, lips brushing against his ear, "I’ll keep going with just two."

Heinz could feel it—the way Florian tightened around him, the way his breath hitched as pleasure consumed him.

"Don’t release yet." Heinz’s voice was low, firm, leaving no room for argument as he looked down at Florian—disheveled, flushed, and barely holding himself together.

Florian met his gaze, dazed and breathless, trembling under the weight of the command.

A few more deliberate thrusts of his fingers had Florian gasping, his back arching ever so slightly off the bed. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

’He’s ready.’

Heinz could feel it—the way Florian tightened around him, the way he whimpered at just the right rhythm.

Then, without a word, Heinz slowly withdrew his fingers. The loss made Florian cry out in protest, his body twitching at the sudden emptiness.

"W-Why are you taking it out...?" Florian’s voice was laced with confusion, desperation, need.

Heinz didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he leaned in and gently repositioned Florian onto his back, laying him down fully against the silken sheets. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if savoring every second.

"Heinz...?" Florian murmured, eyes wide and shimmering with nervous curiosity.

Heinz met his gaze, steady and calm, even as his hands moved to his own clothes. He began unfastening his shirt, one button at a time, eyes never leaving the boy beneath him.

Florian’s breath hitched as fabric parted to reveal the smooth, toned lines of Heinz’s torso.

Then came the pants—once pulled down, his thick, aching length sprang free.

Florian’s eyes widened, mouth falling open slightly as his gaze dropped.

Heinz moved closer, towering above him with quiet dominance, and leaned down just enough to brush his knuckles along Florian’s flushed cheek.

"I took them out," he said, his voice like velvet and steel, "to replace them with something bigger."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before adding, with the faintest smirk curling at his lips—

"Does that answer your question?"