Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 472

Chapter 472: ’Finish Our Story.’

"Giving credit to your butterfly is adorable."

A low voice cut through the stillness, its tone both amused and faintly mocking. From the corner where the shadows pooled, a figure stepped into the pale blue light of the room.

Hendrix’s gaze lingered on Florian’s sleeping face, serene beneath the faint shimmer of the butterflies’ glow.

"You didn’t even notice I was here the whole time," he murmured, his words barely above a whisper. Each step toward the bed was deliberate, quiet, like a predator closing in on something precious. He reached out, fingers threading gently through Florian’s hair, his touch slow, almost tender.

A faint smile tugged at Hendrix’s lips.

’Everything’s going according to plan.’

He only needed to separate Florian from Heinz—just enough—and then the rest would fall neatly into place.

’I wasn’t even able to finish telling you our story.’ The thought flickered through his mind, but he dismissed it with a quiet exhale.

There would be time for that.

That was why he was here, after all: to take advantage of Heinz’s absence and plant the truth—those buried memories—into Florian’s dreaming mind.

Leaning down, Hendrix pressed a soft kiss to Florian’s forehead, his voice dropping to a near whisper against his skin.

"You have to remember... so I can get you back. As much as your stand-in is interesting, I would still prefer to have you. If you’re still in there."

It almost amused him, the way this Florian believed Hendrix couldn’t tell he wasn’t his Florian.

From the moment they met at the ball, Hendrix had known.

He didn’t know what had happened to his Florian, but he was certain of two things: Heinz had grown close to this version, and this Florian had managed to slip into Heinz’s guarded world in ways that were... unusual.

And that was fine.

Hendrix needed his Florian—and if using this one was the way to get him back, he wouldn’t hesitate.

For now, he would play along.

Especially since this Florian seemed to have Heinz wrapped so easily around his finger.

Straightening, Hendrix cast one last look at the sleeping figure before him. His smirk returned, colder this time.

"I’ll see you again soon."

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"A-Ah... that... that feels good..." Florian’s breath hitched, the familiar wave of pleasure curling through him as Hendrix’s lips latched onto his neck, sucking with an inexperienced but eager persistence. Heat radiated from that single point, sending shivers down his spine.

"Am I... doing this correctly? Are you feeling nice?" Hendrix’s voice was muffled against his skin, each word brushing him with warmth.

Florian’s brows furrowed, confusion flickering through the haze.

"Y-Your Highness... is this your first time?" His voice wavered as he peeked down at the man between them.

Hendrix froze, then slowly looked up. His face was flushed crimson, ears tinged pink, and he gave the smallest nod. "I never... found the time to do it with anyone, nor had I any interest to until now."

Oh.

Oh God.

"Are you sure you want to give that moment to me?" Florian asked softly, his drunken haze thinning just enough for caution to slip through.

Even in this state, he understood—first times could mean something.

And he... he was far from inexperienced.

Hendrix’s gaze didn’t waver. "Yes. God, yes." The words came out rough, almost desperate, before he pressed their lips together again.

Florian had already noticed before—Hendrix was a messy kisser—but now he understood why. It wasn’t carelessness; it was inexperience. Pulling back slightly, Florian panted against his lips.

"L-Let me teach you. Let’s do this slowly..." His hand slid up to cradle Hendrix’s face, thumb brushing his cheek in a rare moment of tenderness.

’He really looks like Heinz.’ The thought hit with an almost physical weight, guilt slicing through him as Hendrix stared back with those wide, earnest eyes—so open, so eager—like a loyal puppy.

Still... Florian needed this.

He really needed this.

Closing the distance again, he kissed Hendrix with deliberate rhythm, guiding him through each motion. His hands tilted Hendrix’s head just so, directing the angle, deepening the connection until their breathing synced.

Hendrix was a fast learner—alarmingly fast.

When Florian slipped his tongue past his lips, Hendrix reacted instinctively, hands flying to Florian’s waist, gripping with a sudden urgency that drew a soft gasp from him.

The kiss shifted—no longer hesitant, but needy. Their tongues tangled, clumsy and heated, and a low moan escaped Florian’s throat, answered by Hendrix’s own.

’He’s much softer than Heinz.’ Florian’s half-lidded gaze met Hendrix’s through his lashes, and the ache in his chest swelled. ’Why couldn’t you have appeared sooner?’

Maybe—just maybe—if he’d met Hendrix first... he wouldn’t have suffered so much.

Florian’s breath hitched as the memory of Heinz’s disgusted expression flashed in his mind.

His stomach churned, and he froze mid-kiss, his body stiffening.

’It hurts so much.’ He pulled away abruptly, his hands pressing against Hendrix’s chest to create space between them.

Hendrix blinked, concern flickering across his face. "Florian? What’s wrong? Did I—"

"No," Florian interrupted, his voice trembling. He shook his head, trying to push the image of Heinz out of his mind. "It’s not you. I just..."

He needed to take control.

"Please lay down." Florian instructs Hendrix gently.

Hendrix hesitated for a moment, then nodded, lying back on the bed with a mix of curiosity and anticipation in his eyes.

Florian climbed on top of him, his movements deliberate yet shaky.

His hands moved to the waistband of Hendrix’s pants, and with a quick tug, he revealed the man’s already hard length.

Florian’s breath caught. ’Are the Obsidian family all born with blessed sizes?’

The sight sent a jolt of heat through him, but it was quickly overshadowed by the aching emptiness in his chest.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against the tip, earning a sharp intake of breath from Hendrix.

"P-Pardon me," Florian murmured before taking Hendrix fully into his mouth. Hendrix groaned, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as Florian began to move.

"Fuck." Hendrix mumbles.

’Slow and steady,’ Florian thought, trying to focus on the task at hand.

He bobbed his head up and down, his tongue swirling around Hendrix’s length, drawing out deep, guttural moans from the man beneath him.

’He tastes... different.’ It wasn’t Heinz, but it was still intoxicating in its own way.

Hendrix’s hips bucked slightly, but Florian held him down with a firm hand on his abdomen. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"F-Florian..." Hendrix stammered, his voice thick with pleasure. "This...T-This feels incredible."

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