Flip the Coin [BL] Chapter 252. Just like

Henry’s POV

So addicting, so enticing, so arousing. It took all my will not to act on my instincts to grind my body against his, though the fact that I got hard slipped from my lips.

The mont he heard that, he started pushing away, but I didn’t let him.

I understood that I could under no circumstances remind him of both our identities as n while kissing him or being especially near him. Naturally he knew—but in these monts he accepted my touch, I couldn’t point it out and scare him away. Because of that, as if in silent agreent, I never let my hardness touch him, taking the distance he established as the law.

But now, I really seem to have lost it entirely, even voicing out things he wasn’t able to accept.

You got even for , though it was my fault to ntion the psychotic doctor, to let you see another weakness of mine. Though it was my fault for not killing him myself.

So many dumb mistakes, and I constantly continue to make them when it cos to you.

"You make a ss out of ." I am not myself; I’m just a quivering little child, needy, thirsty, and hungry for you.

Nevertheless, you accept all of my mistakes for what they are and do your best to address them in your own way.

The protector who had killed for his dog.

Ah, fuck, I am so... I can’t even...

I can’t think straight anymore.

"How can you be so damn perfect?" I asked—no, I moaned against his lips, grabbing his hands, encircling the wrists, stopping his attempts to push away.

The greed overtook , and as if to mark him, to eat him, or to finally fully turn into an animal, I bit his lip, drawing blood. Feeling the power entering my body abruptly shook awake; that wasn’t it, this wasn’t what I wanted. Screw the power, I just wanted to devour you as a whole, slipping up continuously in the process, piling one mistake over another.

I stepped back, ready to apologize or kneel or do whatever you wanted to do, when I saw a fist flying, eting my jaw.

"What the hell?" Kenny breathed heavily, his lip bleeding, his tongue sliding over his wound as he looked at in annoyance.

The action only added to my arousal.

I nearly burst out laughing. He didn’t even punch that hard; he was just annoyed at losing my cool—no anger, fury, hatred, or disgust visible.

"I’m sorry, sorry. I’m sorry." I ca closer again and cupped his face, stroking his eyebrows while staring at his lower lip that he had sucked in to stop the bleeding.

"Back up." He said, again pushing , but after showing such a clear disobedience and getting away with it, I couldn’t just stop the urge to rebel and hugged him.

"Where did you get the collar? It’s perfect; where did you get it?" I tried to divert his attention, and he truly stopped resisting.

"Don’t know, it was hot there and daylight."

Not only did I have to divert his attention from the whole ’gay’ dilemma and biting him, but also from the murder he had committed. He wasn’t like that; he was not soone killing soone, and this ti he hadn’t acted in self-defense but had sought out his target.

Seeing how his psychological state had already beco so fragile, a murder would definitely not leave him without consequences.

I took note of his temperature while touching him, all the while trying to suppress further excitent at this massive proof of friendship, brotherhood, of a master punishing his pet’s abusers, or what would be the cherry on top of a cake to roll around in—the proof of his liking.

Additionally to the headache he seed to have had before I jumped him, his temperature seed to rise—regrettably not only because of our closeness.

"Oh, does that an you have been on the other side of the world for ?" I asked him, feeling only happier the more I heard of him going out of his way for my present.

If he got a fever, he should have one after thinking of happy thoughts, not of sothing he would usually perceive as negative.

"You wish..." Nuzzling his half-wet hair with my nose and slling his freshly showered scent, I wished I could have gone with him.

"Mhm, I really do." I bit the inside of my mouth so hard that it drew blood before kissing him again to feed him. I would prefer that this made him overco the fever instead of having to draw his own blood. The one wound that I had given him unintentionally was already enough. Hopefully, my blood would suffice.

While tangling our tongues, I saw his eyes open at the tallic taste he got not only from his own blood but also from mine. In the midst of again trying to escape my hold, he suddenly closed his eyes, his body going limp.

It scared so much that my heart skipped so beats as I caught him and patted his cheek.

"Kenny!" He didn’t react, but he breathed evenly, and his heartbeat seed alright.

Just sleeping. The fever wasn’t high enough to be threatening.

I carried him outside and placed him on his bed, putting a blanket on him and then getting a cold towel for his forehead before I got into bed and held him against my body. With my free hand, I fiddled with my collar, sliding the small brooch along the strings to take a closer look at the crystal.

I love it so much; it is the most exquisite jewelry I have ever seen.

Being usually a typical straight man, I had never worn necklaces or wristbands. The first thing I had on was the ankle monitor; the second was the matching bracelet with the tracker, and the third one was this necklace.

Kenny said he would see to it, and look at that, he got my wish fulfilled in absolutely no ti, in the absolutely best way.

"I need to change." I whispered into the room. I can’t stay in the back while Kenny took on the lion’s share of responsibility and fought all alone while I would constantly get saved or stay in the back.

I have to grow up; all these years I wasted numbing myself were so full of lost experiences that could have aided in turning into an adult.

Now is the ti to make up for it.

And when the apocalypse would progress to annihilate every piece left of this gradually crumbling peace we presently had in our world, I would be ready.

"Little shadow, let’s work together and beco strong for Kenny." I said quietly, feeling the shadowy energy swinging happily inside my body.

Yes, I also feel elated, thinking of the mont I could stand by Kenny’s side.

Or, better said, on his side, in front of him, behind him, as well as covering him in my arms to shield him from every possible harm.

Then, at so point, I want him to rely on just as I am relying on him.

Use just like I want to be used by him.

Need just like I need him.

And love ...

just like...