Help! Get Me Out of My Sister's Chapter 421: ’Incandescently.’

’His expression is amusing.’

Heinz’s gaze lingered on Florian’s parted lips, his own breath shallow as he watched the prince’s eyes widen in disbelief.

Florian’s mouth hung open slightly, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson as his gaze dropped to Heinz’s thick, throbbing length.

He shifted on his knees, the weight of his arousal pressing heavily between them.

"It’s not the first ti you’ve seen it," Heinz said, his voice low and teasing, though there was a roughness to it that betrayed his own desire. "So why do you still look like you’re seeing it for the first ti?"

Florian’s breath caught audibly, and Heinz watched as the prince’s pulse fluttered visibly at the base of his throat. "I-I..." Florian stamred, his voice barely above a whisper. "Will... will it even fit?"

Heinz didn’t answer imdiately, letting the question hang in the air between them like a challenge.

His gaze darkened as he leaned closer, his hand brushing against Florian’s cheek before sliding down to tilt his chin up.

"You already know the answer to that," he murmured, his voice thick with intent.

Florian swallowed hard, his eyes darting away briefly before eting Heinz’s again. The flush on his face deepened, spreading down his neck and chest.

"Wet it with your mouth," Heinz commanded, his tone leaving no room for argunt. Florian’s lips parted in protest, but Heinz was already moving, guiding his hard length toward the prince’s face.

Florian hesitated, his tongue darting out nervously to lick his bottom lip. Heinz groaned softly at the sight, his grip tightening slightly as he positioned himself closer.

"Do it," Heinz urged, his voice rough with need. Florian’s eyes fluttered shut for a mont before he leaned forward, his warm breath ghosting over Heinz’s sensitive flesh.

His tongue flicked out tentatively, grazing the tip of Heinz’s cock. The contact sent a jolt of pleasure through Heinz, and he couldn’t suppress the groan that spilled from his lips.

"Fuck," Heinz hissed, his fingers tangling in Florian’s hair as the prince timidly licked him again. "More. You need to make it wet enough." Florian whined softly, but he obeyed, parting his lips wider to take more of Heinz into his mouth.

’Ah. I want to take him now.’

Heinz’s head tipped back, his breathing growing erratic as Florian’s warm, wet mouth enveloped him.

’He’s too good at this for his second ti.’

The prince’s tongue swirled clumsily around him, his movents hesitant but earnest. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through Heinz, his hips twitching with the effort to stay still.

"That’s it," Heinz growled, his fingers tightening in Florian’s hair as the prince worked him over. Florian’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked harder, his hands gripping Heinz’s thighs for balance.

The sensation was overwhelming—Heinz could feel himself twitching within Florian’s mouth, precum beading at the tip and mingling with the prince’s saliva.

His muscles tensed, his control slipping with every desperate motion of Florian’s lips.

’I want to cum, but I can’t right away.’ But just as Heinz was on the brink of losing himself completely, he pulled back, his cock slipping from Florian’s mouth with a wet sound that made both of them shudder.

Florian blinked up at him, his lips swollen and glistening, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Heinz’s own breathing was ragged as he positioned himself between Florian’s legs, his hands gripping the prince’s hips with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down Florian’s spine.

"It’ll hurt at first," Heinz warned, his voice low and gravelly. "Take deep breaths. Tell if it’s too much." Florian nodded faintly, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as Heinz lined himself up. "And if you want to stop, just say stop."

The prince’s body trembled with anticipation, his slick entrance clenching involuntarily as Heinz pressed the tip against him.

Florian stares at him for a mont, he was silent and unmoving.

Then...

"Why are you being so gentle, Your Majesty?" Florian asked suddenly, his voice tinged with confusion.

His wide eyes searched Heinz’s face, as if expecting sothing cruel or demanding.

’How dense.’ Heinz thought as he placed a gentle hand on Florian’s cheek, his thumb brushing over the prince’s flushed skin.

"Why not?" Heinz replied simply, his tone softer than Florian had ever heard it.

But Heinz didn’t elaborate.

Heinz did not want to tell the truth, for now.

That he was afraid of hurting Florian again, especially this version of Florian.

That he was feeling emotions that he has never felt, or maybe even, just didn’t rember.

And Florian didn’t press. Instead, the prince’s attention was drawn back to the present mont as Heinz pressed forward, the tip of his cock breaching Florian’s tight entrance.

Florian gasped sharply, his body tensing as pain shot through him. "It’s... it’s too big," he whispered, his voice trembling.

Heinz’s breath was ragged, his chest rising and falling as he hovered above Florian, whose delicate fra shuddered beneath him. Tears glistened in Florian’s eyes, clinging to his lashes like morning dew, but he didn’t pull away.

Instead, his fingers dug into Heinz’s back, nails leaving faint crescents in the skin as he clung to him like a lifeline.

"Relax," Heinz murmured, his voice thick with restraint, every muscle in his body coiled tight as he fought the urge to push forward too quickly.

"Just breathe. It’ll get easier." His words were soft, almost a plea, as if he were reassuring himself as much as Florian.

Florian whimpered, a sound that tore through Heinz’s chest like a blade. His body trembled, heat radiating from him in waves as Heinz continued to inch forward, slow and deliberate, every movent agonizingly asured.

The tightness around him was almost unbearable, a delicious tornt that made his head spin.

As he watched Florian’s pained expression, a mory surfaced—sharp and vivid—like a ghost from another lifeti. It wasn’t his voice, but it was his words echoing in his mind.

"Ilúvarei..."

His own voice echoed inside his mind.

Ilúvarei.

The ancient Concordian word for my queen.

Heinz’s throat tightened as the realization crashed over him, though he already knew this might’ve been the case.

In another life, Florian had been his everything.

He had just forgot about it.

Whether by choice, or not is what he needed to figure out.

"Heinz..." Florian’s voice broke, tears spilling down his cheeks as he looked up at him with wide, glassy eyes.

"Do you want to stop?" Heinz asked, his voice strained, every fiber of his being screaming at him to keep going, to lose himself in the warmth surrounding him.

But he would stop if Florian asked. He would.

Florian shook his head, his grip on Heinz tightening. "Just... go slower."

Heinz nodded, his jaw clenching as he forced himself to move at an almost glacial pace, every inch a battle against his own instincts. Florian’s body yielded gradually, the tightness easing slightly as Heinz finally buried himself fully.

A low groan escaped Heinz’s lips, his hips instinctively twitching forward before he caught himself.

"You’re so tight, Florian," Heinz breathed, his voice trembling with barely contained need.

"Relax. I won’t move until you say so." He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Florian’s forehead, his lips lingering against the warm skin.

"Ilúvarei." The word slipped out unbidden, a whisper of devotion that hung heavy in the air.

Florian’s eyes fluttered open, eting Heinz’s gaze with a mixture of vulnerability and sothing deeper—sothing that made Heinz’s chest ache. "Open your eyes," Heinz urged gently, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "Ilúvarei, open your eyes. Please. Look at ."

Florian hesitated, his lashes trembling before he finally obeyed, his eyes locking with Heinz’s.

There was a mont of stillness, a suspended breath where the world seed to fade away, leaving only the two of them. Heinz could feel Florian’s heartbeat beneath him, fast and erratic, matching his own.

Ah.

There it was.

How could he deny it any longer?

The way Florian trembled beneath him, the way he gasped and clung to him like he was the only thing tethering him to this world—it shattered every last wall Heinz had built around his heart.

Without hesitation, he closed the distance and crushed their lips together in a searing, breath-stealing kiss. His mouth was hungry, desperate, possessive, as his tongue slipped past parted lips, claiming the sweetness inside.

And Florian—god, Florian—moaned into the kiss. The sound was soft, muffled, but it hit Heinz like lightning. It went straight to his core, igniting every nerve in his body.

He was completely—

No. Utterly.

Every thrust of their tongues, every tremble of skin against skin, every sound Florian made only confird what Heinz had been too proud, too afraid, too stubborn to admit.

Heinz was incandescently in love with Florian.