Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 470

Chapter 470: ’Longing.’

"Y-Your Majesty? You’re starting to worry me..." Heinz heard Florian say softly. "Did something happen?"

Why?

Why did his tone sound so different?

Heinz kept replaying the two memories with the original Florian that had resurfaced—those fleeting moments that still burned behind his eyes.

Has his current Florian always sounded so... indifferent?

He did sound worried.

But it was... different.

He couldn’t understand.

And that alone made his chest ache all the more.

From guilt.

From... longing.

Heinz... was longing?

Or was it yearning?

Were they the same thing?

He already knew he loved Florian, but... seeing those memories—memories he had forgotten—he longed to remember, and more than that, he longed to live them again.

"Your Majesty—"

Heinz’s hands slid to Florian’s shoulders, gently pushing him back from their embrace. He saw the flicker of confusion in Florian’s eyes, the way his lips parted as if to speak—only for Heinz to silence him by crushing their mouths together.

Florian’s startled gasp was lost between them, swallowed as Heinz kissed him hard, almost desperately.

"Mhm... mhmm..." Florian tried to speak, but the sound melted into a breathless moan against Heinz’s lips.

’More.’

Heinz’s mind burned, his fingers already slipping beneath the layers of Florian’s clothing, palms meeting bare skin—torso, waist—greedy for every inch. I want more.

He wanted to feel all of him. To memorize the shape of his body, the heat of his skin, as though it would anchor him to the present.

His tongue slid past Florian’s lips without hesitation, tangling with his, pressing until there was no space left between them.

"Hngh..." Florian’s soft, broken sound only spurred him to deepen the kiss until they were both breathless.

’I need him. I want more. I need more.’

Florian.

Florian.

Florian.

God, Florian.

How could it be possible to want someone so much that it hurt?

It ached in his chest, sharp and raw—yet the taste of him made it feel unbearably sweet.

Without breaking the kiss, Heinz guided them backward until he sat on the couch, pulling Florian onto his lap, their mouths still locked in a fevered press.

Florian clung to his shoulders, breath stuttering. "Hah... Your Majesty... I... I can’t breathe..."

But Heinz only tightened his hold, unwilling to let him go.

Flashes of those forgotten memories flared in his mind—the original Florian’s soft words, the tears in his eyes, the trembling I love you’s.

God, how he missed it. How he wished this Florian would say those words too.

Would look at him like that.

Didn’t his Florian love him too?

He had to.

Because now Heinz knew—he wanted it. He needed it.

He yearned for it.

He longed for it.

"Florian," Heinz groaned against his lips, catching the prince’s bottom lip between his teeth until Florian whimpered. "Florian, I want to be inside you."

"B-But... Your Majesty, Cashew’s outside," Florian gasped as Heinz’s mouth left his, only to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down the pale column of his neck—sucking, biting, branding him with marks.

"He can wait," Heinz murmured against his skin, voice low, almost dangerous.

He needed Florian. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Needed proof that this Florian was his.

But it was different.

So different from the memories.

Different from everything.

He used to love their differences.

So why did it hurt now?

Why?

"Florian... let me go inside you," Heinz whispered again, his teeth grazing over the curve of Florian’s shoulder before biting down just enough to make him cry out.

"A-Ah!" Florian shuddered. "Your Majesty... you seem... you... are you okay?"

He’d already asked that.

’God, he’s so beautiful.’

"I got molested and you ignored me!" Florian’s voice broke into a cry, the sound raw and jagged. "Don’t you remember that? I kept calling and calling, and now you come into my room like nothing happened—not even mentioning it!"

’Why am I seeing this again...?’

"You... you’re breaking my heart over and over," Florian continued, voice trembling, "making me look crazy, and you’re acting like you don’t even know."

"YOUR MAJESTY!"

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