[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 265

Chapter 265: Holding A Magic Stick

Darius moved to the bed, his gaze fixed on the beauty sprawled across it, inviting him closer.

Oh, he was going to accept it all. Whatever Xion gave him — be it the agonizing lust or the overflowing gentleness — Darius would soak it in, drink from it until he was utterly consumed.

Xion rolled onto his back, patting the empty space beside him with a gentle smile.

You are the Sovereign of the North, Darius chided himself. You shouldn’t be so crude.

But he was.

He was more than just crude. He was ravenous.

The sheets dipped under his weight as Darius copied Xion and lay on his back. His body was tense, rigid with restraint as if even a single touch would snap the fragile thread of his control.

He stared up at the ceiling, inhaling deeply, fingers flexing against the cool fabric beneath him.

"Come here," Xion whispered. "Come here, Darius."

The same words when spoken by Xion had entirely different effects.

Darius, who had made up his mind not to move, found himself shifting closer to Xion until he was wrapped in thin arms, his face mere inches from his darling’s smiling one.

Darius gave up. With one tug he pulled Xion flush against his chest.

And Xion? He giggled. Like a foolish, drunken kitten, he nuzzled Darius’ chest, sighing in audible comfort.

"I want to stay like this, always." his voice was almost muffled, but Darius heard it.

"Then stay."

As if to reply with his actions, Xion’s lower body inched closer, sliding atop Darius’ hips until he was fully straddling the Archduke.

Darius took a sharp inhale, his hand dragging along Xion’s spine, moving down, resting just above his hips.

Xion was satisfied, or maybe more than just content. He felt as if he was staking his claim over his lover like this. Was there anyone who could have held the great Archduke like this?

The answer was of course, no.

His smile widened slightly when Darius pulled his casually draped leg upward.

See, Xion thought pleasantly, Darius wasn’t averse to his touch like he was to others.

Did that not mean the Archduke was very sincere to him? There was no way, Darius would abandon him without any reason. All he had to do was be a good lover. That was all.

With the burden lifted off his chest, Xion snuggled into the warmth, letting the gentle caresses at his back lull him to sleep.

It was then it happened. In his daze, Xion felt something poking his thigh. Even when he tried several times the thing didn’t go away.

So, like a sensible person who loved his sleep, he decided the best course of action would be to get rid of it.

Just as his grip tightened to grab the stick, Xion finally realized something wasn’t right.

Was this a magical stick? Thinking of the cold weather, a thought popped inside his mind, why not keep it to warm his hands for later?

I-I... actually held it?!!!