I Am Tired Of Being A Hero Chapter 233: Stress Relief Part 1 (Mature)

Ravi woke up even before the first rays of the sun peeked through the curtain. He blinked when he felt his head pillowed on hard ribs. They had shifted during the night and Ravi was now lying on Arlen’s stomach and his arms were still across Ravi, curled to keep him close.

Ravi knew that the bed was large enough for two n to sleep comfortably, he had even given Arlen enough space so that he could sleep more comfortably, and yet they had sohow ended up like this. He skated his fingers up Arlen’s arms where it was draped over his torso. The weather was cooler but the skin under his touch was still warm.

He sat up, moving away from Arlen’s hold but still close enough that he could trail his fingers into the soft blonde hair. Arlen did not sleep with a top and Ravi had a clear view of the slope of his shoulders, and the shadowed muscles of his arms. The lines on his pale, flat belly.

He swallowed and shook his head.

He should probably go downstairs and get started on breakfast. With the case, he always ca back late so early mornings were the ti he and Asher normally chatted about school and work. But even as his mind thought so, he couldn’t pull away from caressing Arlen’s hair and watching the young man who was sleeping peacefully.

Perhaps because he was feeling a tad warm, a flush spread from his cheeks to his ears, and the corners of his eyes were curved upwards, his lips moving slightly.

"I don’t mind if you want to paint . Just pay the 20% model fee." A sleepy murmur left Arlen’s lips and he adjusted himself so he could see Ravi better.

His brows first twitched and he opened his eyes dazedly, blinking three tis, and then locking on his.

"Good morning, love." He slowly got up, hovering his before he leaned in and kissed him.

Arlen did not go any deeper, just lingering tenderly for a while.

Ravi closed his eyes, rubbing his hand against his back and pulling him down. He was tense; less so than yesterday but Arlen was still stretched taut,

After the kiss ended, Ravi did not let go, his nose was against Arlen and he faced him as he thought for a while.

"Five minutes." He suddenly said as he stroked his back.

Arlen did not understand a slight confusion on his face, "What...Oh. That is not possible. No matter how much we rush, we will not be done so quickly."

Ravi chuckled, "No, Not sex. Not completely." They were so close that Ravi could see his reflection in Arlen’s blue orbs, this reflection flickering in Arlen’s eyes had always brought imnse and indescribable bliss to him.

"A blowjob. For stress relief." Ravi said matter of fact and Arlen blinked; the image of Ravi in his eyes was now covered in a dewy sheen, a lasting gleam that continued to shine in the mont between them.

Ravi chuckled, "Why are you blushing?"

"Could you not say it outright like that?"

Ravi chuckled as he slipped out of the bed, "Do you want to use poetry? A balm for weary souls, a..."

"Shut up..." Arlen muttered, he was a little reluctant but before he could think about anything. Ravi rounded around the bed and kissed him.

Their lips connected and the breathlessness flooded through his veins and he sought to take control of the kiss, Ravi nipped his lower lips as a warning. His lips caressed Arlen’s teasing as he pulled away, only to dive in all over again.

Arlen’s palm flattened against the bed, and then curled as he allowed himself to be ravaged completely. Arlen’s head tilted back slightly as he sank into the kiss, the sweet taste of Ravi on his lips as he kept coming back for more.

The thoughts in his head faded away into a distant buzz as Arlen surrendered to this kiss.

Ravi nipped at a lower lip, a tender playfulness to his movent that stroked Arlen to the core. Those lips...

Ravi watched the gleam in his eyes and he shivered and he was reminded how much his body missed Arlen. They did not have enough ti for their honeymoon before they had this case.

However, this was not a prelude to sex. He ant it when he said that he wanted it to be a quick stress reliever but at the sa ti, he was going to enjoy this.

Ravi thought as he went to his knees. He popped the button on Arlen’s lower pajamas and dragged it down along with the boxer briefs. He looked up, his breath snagged in his throat when he locked eyes with Arlen. Arlen was looking at him with that gaze that Ravi liked so much. Stop looking at like that, he thought in his mind or this might not just be a prelude.

Arlen was always a sight. Naked, he was even more of an art. So beautiful that it ached.

He touched his thighs and ran his fingers down the broad expanse of pale skin. It gave beneath his hands, denting when Ravi pressed against the worked muscles. He raced lines down his legs and back up, he repeated it letting the edge of his nails graze Arlen slightly, feeling him shift and let out a deep breath above him.

He was not hard yet, not fully. His beautifully bare cock hung lazily between his legs, thick, long, and plump though not yet stiff enough to stand at attention.

Ravi did not have Arlen’s bad habit of teasing soone to madness. He reached out, wrapping his hand around his cock. He adjusted his temperature to make it a little warr, closer to a real human’s heart as he cradled him in the warmth of his palm.

Arlen grew even harder and thicker in his hand, the crown looking flushed, reddened and so damn delicious. Ravi could feel his throat growing dry.

He ran his thumb along the underside of his length and looked up to make sure he was okay.

Arlen nodded.