Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 435

Chapter 435: ’Call Me By That Name.’

"Your... full name?" Florian asked, his voice trembling as he tried to focus.

His thoughts were already scattering, his body betraying him with every brush of Heinz’s fingers against his sensitive skin.

Heinz chuckled darkly, his breath hot against Florian’s ear.

His fingers circled that tight ring of muscle teasingly, pressing just enough to make Florian’s hips twitch, but not enough to give him what he craved. "

My full name," Heinz repeated, his voice low and commanding, dripping with intent. "Do you know it?"

Florian shook his head, his lips parting in a soft gasp as Heinz’s other hand trailed down his side, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

"N-no..." he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t even know why this was relevant right now, not when Heinz’s touch was sending sparks through his body, lighting up every nerve ending.

Heinz leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of Florian’s ear.

"Since you’ve told me so much about yourself," he purred, his fingers still circling, still teasing, "I think it’s only fair I tell you something about myself."

Florian bit his lip hard, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.

His body burned with need, his member straining against the fabric of his pants. He didn’t want to seem desperate, but God, Heinz knew exactly where to touch him, how to make him fall apart with just the barest hint of pressure.

His body was slick already, wet and eager, and it took everything in him not to beg.

’This fucking body. I swear.’

"Listen closely," Heinz murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Florian’s spine.

His teeth nipped at Florian’s earlobe, sharp and possessive. "Don’t get distracted... or else I won’t give you what you want."

Florian nodded frantically, his breath hitching as Heinz’s finger pressed ever so slightly against his entrance.

"Ilúvarei," Heinz whispered, the word falling from his lips like a spell.

His kisses trailed down Florian’s jaw, soft and lingering, but there was nothing gentle about the way his finger teased, circling, promising more.

Florian’s mind was a whirlwind.

Ilúvarei.

Heinz had called the original Florian that in his first life, when he was drunk.

’He called me Ilúvarei last time as well...and last night.’

It felt intimate, weighted with meaning he couldn’t quite grasp.

He wanted to ask what it meant, but he knew better than to interrupt.

Not when Heinz’s touch was driving him to the edge of madness.

And he had a feeling Heinz wouldn’t give him a straight answer.

Heinz’s lips moved down to his neck, leaving a trail of heat as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin.

Florian moaned, his hands clutching at Heinz’s shoulders as he arched into the touch.

The teasing was unbearable now, his body screaming for release, for more. He felt so hot, so needy, and Heinz was taking his damn time.

"My full name..." Heinz murmured between kisses, his voice thick with desire. His teeth grazed Florian’s collarbone, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. "Is Heinz Maxim Darkthorn Obsidian."

The words were punctuated by a sharp bite to Florian’s shoulder, making him cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Heinz’s finger pressed in slightly, just past the first knuckle, and Florian’s hips bucked instinctively, already feeling immense pleasure just the tip of Heinz’s finger.

"M-Maxim?" Florian gasped, his brain struggling to process the name.

It was innocent, a question, but the way Heinz reacted made it anything but.

Heinz growled low in his throat, his finger thrusting deeper, curling just right to make Florian gasp. "A-Ah! That... was too sudden, Your Majesty."

’He’s being so rough all of a sudden.’ Florian thought, his mouth gaping slightly as he moaned.

"Say it again," he demanded, his voice dark and raspy, filled with something primal. "Call me Maxim."

Huh?

Why did Heinz want him to—

Heinz added another finger.

Florian’s mind went blank, his body taking over.

He moaned, his legs tightening around Heinz’s waist as he clawed at his back.

"Maxim..." he whimpered, the name slipping from his lips like a prayer. "Maxim..."

"Fuck," he hissed, his hips grinding against Florian’s, the friction maddening. "Fuck, Florian. I didn’t know hearing you call me by that name would sound so fucking perfect."

’It’s unfair.’

’This feels too good.’

’This guy...!’ Did Heinz have to remind him?

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