Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: ’I’ve Got You’

Florian shifted uncomfortably, hyper-aware of the hand resting over his own. Lancelot wasn’t looking at him now, his gaze focused on the flickering candlelight. The knight’s expression was calm, reassuring, as if nothing about this situation was unusual. But Florian’s mind was anything but calm. His thoughts were tangled, restless—a storm waiting to burst.

The silence stretched between them, taut and fragile. Florian cleared his throat, forcing himself to speak. "I’m fine now. You can leave."

Lancelot didn’t move. His thumb brushed lightly against the back of Florian’s hand, so casual it could’ve been unintentional—if it weren’t Lancelot.

"I don’t think you’re fine," Lancelot said, his tone gentle but teasing, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "But you don’t have to admit it. That’s what I’m here for, after all—to make sure you’re okay."

Florian bristled, his usual sharpness dulled by exhaustion. "I don’t need a babysitter."

"Good thing I’m not one," Lancelot quipped, leaning back slightly but still keeping his hand where it was. "I’m just your knight, at your service, Your Highness." His smile deepened, and there was a glint in his eyes that Florian couldn’t quite place.

It hit him suddenly—too suddenly. That look. That tone.

’He’s flirting with me.’

Florian’s cheeks flushed, the realization as unwelcome as it was undeniable.

"I’ve got you, Your Highness."

He opened his mouth to argue, to say something that would reassert his control over the situation, but the words died in his throat as a memory flooded his mind.

It wasn’t his memory—not really. But it felt so vivid, so real, that for a moment, it consumed him entirely.

The memory surged through Florian’s mind, vivid and unrelenting, as if it had happened only moments ago.

It had been one of his worst nights, when the nightmares clawed at his soul and left him gasping for air. He had woken up trembling, his body drenched in cold sweat, his chest heaving from the sheer weight of the memories.

Lancelot had been there, ever since they got back. He had remained beside Florian to make him feel safe, make him feel better.

"Prince Florian," he murmured, his voice softer than a whisper in the dark. "I’m here. Look at me."

Florian’s throat tightened, and he shook his head, his eyes brimming with tears. "It—it won’t stop," he choked out, his voice breaking. "I can’t make it stop, Lancelot."

Florian’s breath hitched as he felt Lancelot’s fingers press inside him, his body tensing for a moment before he forced himself to relax. The sensation was strange, unfamiliar, but Lancelot’s touch was so gentle, so tender, that he couldn’t help but moan. His hands clutched at the sheets, his body trembling as Lancelot’s fingers moved inside him, stretching him, preparing him.

"You’re so tight," Lancelot murmured, his voice rough with need. "So perfect, Your Highness. You’re taking me so well."

Florian’s cheeks burned, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Lancelot’s fingers worked him open. The sensation was overwhelming, his body trembling with every touch. But there was something else too, something that made his stomach flutter with anticipation. He wanted more, needed more.

"Please," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Lancelot, please."

The knight’s eyes darkened at the plea, his fingers stilling for a moment as he looked down at Florian. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "I don’t want to hurt you."

Florian nodded, his eyes swimming with tears. "I’m sure. I need you, Lancelot. Please. Help me forget."

Lancelot leaned in, his lips pressing against Florian’s in a slow, deep kiss. "As you wish," he murmured against his lips. "I’ll help you, Your Highness."

Florian’s breath caught as he felt Lancelot shift, his body pressing against his as the knight positioned himself.

The first press of Lancelot’s tip against him was enough to make him gasp, his back arching off the bed as the knight slowly, carefully, pushed inside him. The sensation was overwhelming, his body trembling with every inch that Lancelot took.

"You’re doing so well," Lancelot murmured, his voice rough with need. "So perfect, Your Highness. You’re taking me so well."

Florian’s breath hitched, his hands clutching at Lancelot’s shoulders as the knight bottomed out inside him. The feeling was intense, his body stretched and filled in a way that made his head spin. But there was something else too, something that made his stomach flutter with anticipation. He wanted more, needed more.

"Move," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Please, Lancelot, move."

The knight’s breath hitched, his hands tightening on Florian’s hips as he slowly pulled back, only to push back in with the same slow, deliberate pace. The sensation was overwhelming, Florian’s breath catching in his throat as Lancelot’s length brushed against something deep inside him. A moan spilled from his lips, his body trembling with every thrust.

"That’s it," Lancelot murmured, his voice thick with need. "I’ve got you, Your Highness. I’ve got you."

"Get out," he said, his voice tight, almost strangled.