The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417: Mess

But if one person had been seeing stars every time he came, a certain prince could only see, hear, and feel his wife.

It wasn’t just the way Luca moaned his name, voice cracking like he was holding onto sanity by a thread—it was the way he screamed it when he was about to come undone. Every time, it echoed in Xavier’s ears like a holy chant.

More than the sounds, it was how Luca was everywhere.

He could see him—face flushed, hair clinging to damp skin, lips bitten red.

He could feel him—trembling, arching, wrapping around him like a glove.

He could hear him—soft gasps, needy whimpers, breathless pleas that made his blood burn.

It was overwhelming in the best way.

Right under him, with him, and even on top of him. Luca was doing things he’d never thought possible, even in his wildest dreams.

His wife didn’t just lie there. He clung. He moved. He tried, despite his lack of information, to match Xavier’s rhythm. And when he failed to hold on for longer, he’d pout with that frustrated little wrinkle between his brows.

Especially when he realized something.

"...Xavier?"

"Yes, love?"

"Why do I keep making a mess and you don’t?" Luca asked, scowling adorably as he looked at the marks of his orgasm everywhere.

Xavier blinked, then explained, not expecting to encounter such a question. "I do too...It’s just that I’m wearing a condom."

"Oh." Luca blinked. "Wait. Oh." His face burned. "Take it off."

Xavier nearly fell off the bed.

"?!"

"Luca—this is so you don’t have to deal with anything drip—"

But then Luca gave him a look. That wide-eyed, flushed, utterly determined expression that in his mind promised a world of disappointment, and the decision was made.

The prince swallowed hard, the opened wrapper in his hand left untouched, instead going for the lube once more.

"...Okay," he said, with the reverence of a man being blessed and judged all at once. "As you wish."

He was, after all, an obedient husband.

Maybe a selfish one too.

Because when he entered again, this time with nothing between them, he swore under his breath.

It was hot. It was intimate. And it felt criminally better.

The slick heat welcomed him back greedily, and Xavier couldn’t tell if he was imagining things or if Luca’s body really was clenching tighter around him. Maybe it was all in his head, or maybe it’s because he’s more comfortable knowing that Luca’s more used to it now. But how was he supposed to get over this?

Luca gasped. His back arched again. "Xavier—" he whimpered, high and broken.

"Baby, give me a sec," Xavier said, breathless as he tried his best not to waste this grace by shooting right as he entered.

"I—" Luca looked dazed, overwhelmed. "You feel...bigger."

Fuck.

Xavier choked on a groan. He hadn’t even moved yet.

But when he did—

Luca cried out.

His hands flew to Xavier’s back, nails dragging down without meaning to. His legs wrapped even tighter. And his whole body pulsed like a live wire, too sensitive, too responsive, too perfect.

Every thrust now was skin-to-skin, heartbeat-to-heartbeat.

No barriers. No hesitations.

Only them.

And Luca, sweet and still flushed, moaned with every movement, his words turning into gasps as he whimpered his name over and over again.

And Xavier? He was gone.

Buried so deep in the person he loved, body on fire, senses overloaded, and heart cracking open wider than he ever thought possible.

It felt so different, like he’d been allowed to have the forbidden fruit. His forbidden fruit.

Too much.

Too good.