Flip the Coin [BL]

Chapter 522. Acid Rain (by Lorn)

My breath hitched, and I clenched down on him involuntarily, seeing him press his eyelids together and tighten his fists in return.

The sound of the leather gloves and seeing the slight tug on the silk cravat made me nearly cum.

I eventually moved, just slightly rocking my hips.

"Haahh..." Henry trembled, clenching his fists again, and biting his teeth together.

Yet he didn’t even try to break free from his restraints.

Closing his eyes, he then dazedly opened them again.

When his fiery gaze found me again, panic flickered across his face, but when I moved, it turned into a moan as he whispered,

"Breathe."

|BREATHE!|

The moment I heard him say the word, I heard another voice.

The same voice, just that it was screaming and yelling so loud and so desperately that it shook me to the core.

I looked at Henry under me, saw him again whisper between terror and pleasure,

"Breathe."

|BREATHE!|

I hadn’t even noticed that I had again held my breath.

I let go of the air in my lungs and sucked in new one, raising my body slightly without letting him exit me.

Still shaken by what I heard, I slid back down on his cock, my bodily discomfort not at all comparable with the pain-stricken voice inside my head, as the two voices overlapped.

As he pleaded with the gods,

Moaning. "Breathe."

Roaring. |BREATHE!|

A picture flickered before my eyes.

Henry bent over a body, crying and yelling.

|BEAT!|

The remains of a plane wreck around him.

|LIVE!|

The pain and pressure from my lower body brought me back, made me open my eyes, and made me see that Henry was still under me.

The rain outside was so loud I had the illusion that the droplets struck my skin through the t-shirt I was still wearing.

When I looked up, I found the roof of the restaurant gone, the sky so close, the rain so much more present.

On the side, a figure appeared not far away, by the toilets. With his back to us, he was bending over a body.

I couldn’t rip my eyes away.

I started to tremble, moving involuntarily, feeling the body under me quiver.

It was as if I could feel lips on mine, pumping air into me.

As if I could feel hands pressing tightly against my chest, squeezing my heart.

The sky was so clouded that it seemed to be a starless night, and the rain was loud enough for me to nearly miss the song that had started to play softly.

Sickly sweet, heartwarmingly soft, yet grating, giving me goosebumps and piercing my soul.

Not far from the second Henry, by the couch, was a third one, dancing with a child on top of his feet.

The body under me raised his hips, pushing deeply into me, raising both of our bodies slightly up.

My eyes flickered back to Henry under me, who seemed oblivious to the changes around us.

"Kenny." A groan that spoke of the suffocation that the unreleased lust brought him.

I moved up and moved down.

|KENNY! KENNY!|

I turned my head back, nearly turning my whole upper body around, to see another Henry in a long-sleeved tight shirt with a big cutout, showing his muscular stomach and chest, with lipstick and two fluffy ears on top of his head.

He ran through the restaurant, screaming my name as he was searching for me.

Behind the floor-to-ceiling window, I spotted a massive stone sculpture, a monument that seemed to have been there all along.

It was a throne seemingly as high as the skyscrapper we were currently in.

Made of marble, two figures were clashing on top of it.

One with a hood and one with black hair and black eyes, both holding long sticks.

Henry under me broke free from the silk tie and flipped us over, now on top of me.

"Kenny..."

|KENNY!|

Having my full attention again, he growled and buried his head inside my neck, thrusting into me as if he were an animal in heat.

But I could still see the throne through the big windows, the figures clashing, and a bunch of other figures climbing up to the throne seat.

I could still hear the song, how my name was roared, and I could hear the steps pacing through the restaurant.

Right to the bed, another Henry appeared, and with him did a figure with wings, both of them were fighting furiously before rolling away, then silenced under the sound of the torrential rain.

’Ah...’

|BREATHE!|

I let go of a breath ever so slightly, my arms around Henry’s neck, as I pressed him close to my chest, while he didn’t stop moving for a moment.

I looked into the sky and saw the rain coming down, dazed by a headache and by the force plunging into me.

’I missed so much of his suffering.’

|BEAT!|

’Left him alone for so long...’

|LIVE!|

Henry cupped my face; his contact lenses were gone, and his clothes and gloves were too.

|STAY!|

His hair, still wet from the bath or the rain, was hanging loosely over his face, his arms blackened up to his shoulders as his movement turned more abrupt and more aggressive.

He looked so, so...

"You are beautiful," I said, seeing and feeling him freeze.

His silver eyes on me, his breath mingling with mine, his hand still around my face—the crystals turning slightly against my skin, though they did not hurt me even once.

"You too...You are..." His eyes were so full of emotions—easy to read, easy to understand.

He stopped his harsh motions and rocked his hips in a very tender manner, like a puppy that had taken a bite of its owner only to apologize by licking the wound.

"Pfft." I pressed his head into my neck and turned my head to the left, watching the hunched-over figure.

"Come on, just continue..." I wiped my eyes with my fingers.

You can do anything, as long as it makes you feel better.

|TOGETHER!|

As long as it makes you cope, as long as it makes you forget.

|FOREVER!|