The Guide is Actually a Body-Switching Esper [BL] Chapter 242: Break the Bed [M]

It started innocently. Although they were already both ward up after the first round, Lane still put so effort into foreplay, more than earlier. He peppered Damien’s neck and shoulders with kisses, biting and sucking, and leaving a few hickeys - one of which was most definitely too high to be covered by the uniform’s collar, which ant that Damien would have to walk around at work with Lane’s mark claiming him in full display, although he wasn’t aware of that yet.

While his lips were busy tornting Damien’s skin, his hands didn’t procrastinate either. They kneaded Damien’s waist, moving lower and lower until they reached his perky butt, and squeezed it a good few tis like a stress relief ball. Because they had just finished a round, there wasn’t much they needed to do in terms of preparation, only to reapply so lube, and change the condom. Lane stroked Damien’s length gently, as it was slowly waking up again...

And soon enough, they were both ready to go. Lane lifted Damien up from the mattress and turned him around, placing him on his fours. Then, he situated himself right behind him, lining himself up... and entered.

At first, he started slow. He went all the way in with only two pushes, but his moved were all gentle. He leaned over Damien, clinging to his sweaty back and embracing him, his fingers brushing past Damien’s chest and abdon, making Damien tremble from the soft touch. Lane’s hips moved at a slow pace, back and forth, while the bed quietly creaked...

And then, when Damien’s guard was completely down, everything changed. Lane moved back a bit... And, as if a switch was suddenly flipped, he ramd his hips forward with full force.

"Ah!" A loud gasp escaped Damien’s throat, montarily taking his breath away, and his eyes shot wide open. Although it wasn’t the first ti Lane’s cock fully entered him, to have it shoved in with so much power, it just felt so different. Almost as if it pierced through his whole body, all the way up to his lungs, or maybe even his throat.

But there wasn’t any ti for him to recover, as Lane continued to slam his hips in a cacophony of slapping, squelching, groans, moans, gasps and bed creaking... Both his pace and the strength of his thrusts seed unreal. Because they were - at least as far as regular humans were concerned. Lane was using his Esper physique to make a complete wreck of Damien (and his bed).

Of course, only because Damien was an S-rank Esper. With his physique, he wouldn’t be hurt by any of it. However, while his body could endure, the sa couldn’t be said about his mind, which started unraveling from pain and pleasure...

He could barely keep up with what was going on. The bed shook like a tiny boat caught up in a violent storm, as Damien dropped down on it, only to be lifted up again, and fall back down with Lane on top of him... But all Damien could think of was Lane’s cock filling him in, hitting all the sensitive parts, and driving him insane...

"Ugh!" He grasped hard onto the mattress, not even realizing that he tore it apart, arching his back as Lane’s hand traveled up his neck, lifting his chin, Lane’s teeth biting on the side of his nape. And then, he was slamd down onto the bed again, gasping, almost breathless. He was close to climaxing, the veins on his cock throbbing...

Just as he shot a fountain of thick liquid, spluttering it all over the sheets (or whatever was left of them), the bed also reached its own climax. It convulsed with the last breath of a dying fra...

CRACK!

All of a sudden, Damien and Lane found themselves falling down a few inches together with the mattress, and pieces of broken bed boards underneath them.

"Ooops..." Lane gasped, leaning over Damien’s back, as the tension left his body. He actually orgasd a bit earlier already, but managed to keep on going until his goal was fully realized.

Damien blinked a few tis, trying to comprehend the situation, his brain still muddled. It took a good mont for his head to clear up enough so that he could put the pieces together.

Put the pieces that the bed was in pieces and could NOT be put together.

"It seems... we went... a bit too hard..." Lane muttered, still breathless, barely holding back his chuckle. He didn’t know how Damien would react if he knew the destruction was deliberate...

But how could Damien not realize? He was sharp enough to recognize Lane in different bodies, even without his wavelength sensitivity. So how could he not understand Lane’s intentions now? He lifted his brows, giving Lane a pointed look, ’You think?’ written all over his face...

Damien knew, and Lane knew he knew, but he still chose to play innocent. "What to do, what to do..." he muttered in a worried voice. "I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault... I got a bit too excited..."

"Hmm... What now? You don’t even have a couch. With your bed destroyed, you can no longer live here!"

"...The bed can be replaced, you know?" Damien pointed out.

But Lane shook his head. "It won’t match."

"Nothing here matches-"

"I have an idea!" Lane exclaid, interrupting Damien, as if he was suddenly enlightened. "I know just the perfect place for you. It has an intact bed, and a much sturdier one, at that! And also a comfy couch, just in case! And guess what? It is currently available!"

"Lane, I..."

"Co on, let’s quickly wash up and go check it out!" Lane wouldn’t let Damien speak. He grabbed him by the arm, and pulled him from the bed wreckage, dragging him toward the bathroom. "You’re tired, right? You want to go to sleep, right? You need to get up in the morning to go to work, right? So let’s not waste any more ti, and just get to it! It’s not like either of us can sleep here now..."

Damien closed his eyes, and let out a sigh. Overwheld with Lane’s rambling, he just couldn’t find it in him to refuse, even if he had plenty of other solutions in mind. Not to go along with Lane would just feel like taking a candy away from a kid... And Damien couldn’t bring himself to do that.