Capítulo 13: Second Supreme (2)

Draven's hand caressed his chin, slightly pinching it, as his loving gaze pierced Davy's soul. The playful glint in those eyes had faded and been replaced by a more serious expression. He kept his usual grin on his lips.

Davy lowered his gaze and looked at Draven's tattoed arm, the painted arm now fully visible in his vision. He couldn't understand the design, but it made sense overall, and Davy was captivated by it. The way the tattoos wrapped around his muscular arms gave him a thrilling tingle deep inside.

He unconsciously extended his right hand and traced them. He blinked a few seconds later as if recovering from some kind of spell. He immediately pulled his hand away, only to be captured again by a hand as it gently held his hand and placed it back into his arms.

This flustered Davy as he abruptly lifted his gaze and looked up, immediately meeting deep black pupils, which seemed to darken even more. Silently looking back at him.

"I... I just wanted to know if–they're real," Davy's mouth parted as he subconsciously composed some words to defend himself.

He heard the man chuckle, and his hand was gently held, not allowing him to pull his hand away. "Of course it's real; you made them yourself," he said, ending with a mischievous grin as if he remembered something really funny while looking at Davy.

Davy raised his brows, no longer bothered by Raven's grip on his hand. Draven revealed that he–his character–was the one who tattooed Draven on his arms?

"I did... that?" he asked, slightly hesitant. The gaze returned to the tattoo. Davy's eyes narrowed as if trying to remember something, which was a silly action because he obviously didn't do it. Davy knew it was part of the plot, but for some reason, he continued to try to recall the memories.

"Yes, you did," his voice had gotten closer; their distance had shortened unknowingly in that time. The other hand was holding Davy, and the tattooed arm was raised to give Davy a better look. "The time when you got interested in tattoos and decided to make me your practice material...well, the result's not that horrible but...you got bored again and disregarded this instant hobby again," Draven recalled, his voice tinged with nostalgia.

Davy shifted his gaze away from the tattooed arm that was apparently 'his' artwork. Davy had the sudden illusion, as their eyes met, that those expressive dark pupils gave an intense yearning he once felt from Fallan.

"Why do you all always look at me like that?" he wondered, his tone a little low as usual. The atmosphere shifted with every passing minute.

He noticed how Draven blinked at his question as if he hadn't expected Davy to ask it. He fixed his gaze on Davy and clasped his hand a little too tightly.

"What look?" he asked, despite the fact that he clearly understood what Davy meant.

Davy didn't mind him acting the fool. "Like... I would disappear," he replied slowly, not sure where that came from.

Draven's grin slowly faded as the sparkle in his pupils dimmed, and he suddenly adopted a solemn expression. This time, his jaw tightened and he gripped his hand more tightly. Davy noticed this change all at once as his heart began to skip a beat.

Draven is easy to read, and he appears to be unconcerned about controlling or concealing his emotions. Davy knew right away that what he said had an effect on the man because he reacted like that. The carefree smile he seemed to wear all the time had vanished.

"You won't..." Davy hadn't even had a chance to process the few audible words at the end when he was suddenly hugged by the man and tightly locked in his embrace as if he wanted to bind Davy to him.

Davy froze, his hands subconsciously returning the hug. In a daze, the quilt covering his body rolled off, and he shivered as his back was now exposed to the air. Despite the soft cotton covering that separated their chests, Davy could hear Draven's fast heartbeat as he leaned into his. His eyes flickered, and his heart beat with the same fervor. His thoughts had become jumbled... These NPCs were like real people. Davy was now having difficulty distinguishing between reality and not. He knew this was bad, but he couldn't help it. Was this still a game?

His hand gently stroked Draven's back, assuring him. Davy's reaction is swift as if he had done it many times before and his body had memorized it like an instinct. Davy knitted his brows, wondering where this familiar feeling was coming from.

Not long after, Draven's heartbeat slowly calmed down. Instead, a hot breath reached his ears, and hands began to trace his back slowly. He trembled as the rough and calloused skin of Draven's hand made contact with his white and unblemished skin. Draven's touches gave off a different kind of feeling from Fallan's. He had no idea why such a minor action had such an impact on him.

Davy cursed in his head, wondering how the fuck he was having fun with this. At this point, he really needs to admit that he had fallen this far and couldn't get out. The desire erupted all at once as if Davy had long suppressed it in him. Who cares? This is an adult game, after all. His naughty and explicit behavior is more than justified.

The virgin Davy, who had only once experienced the pleasure from Fallan, was now letting another man give him a chance to taste that unholy sensation again. For some reason, his heart didn't even flinch, and his mind was at ease. Everything appears to be perfectly normal and natural.

The man's hand reached for the back of his neck as he kneaded and caressed his golden hair. "Our sleeping beauty seems to miss me too," Draven teased. Davy got goosebumps as the slight hoarse chuckle reached his ears and a hand slowly lift his chin.

Davy looked up and, amidst his slowly arousing desire, pursed his lips and managed to utter, "I'm not a sleeping beauty," his mellow voice slightly spoiled. The man licked his lips and grinned.

Draven shook his head and laughed seductively as he finished, murmuring, "Oh, dear. you are..." His lips enveloped Davy's and claimed the luscious enticing lips.

Davy's lips parted at the sudden action, allowing Draven's tongue to fervently taste his lips.

Draven's kiss was very different from Fallan's; his kiss was more invasive and showed another type of hunger as if he wanted to devour Davy whole. The man's fervent desire evoked his emotions and caused his once calm peace of mind to sin once more.

Davy allowed himself to be immersed in this sensation and responded with the same intensity as if a trigger had been pulled. Their tongues were intertwined, fighting over who was more dominant. The rough and calloused palm traced his back and began to touch him all over his body.

Draven's palm brushed against Davy's skin, causing an itch that burned through his chest. This made him uncomfortable, and his mouth let out a gasp as he squirmed, but the man's arms wrapped around him, and Davy could only whimper helplessly.

Draven had long claimed dominance and guided their lips together, sucking and nibbling his tongue. It was so intense that saliva flowed from Davy's mouth. His hand gripped Draven tightly, supporting himself from the escalating pleasure he was experiencing.

Their lips separated with a loud noise, and a visible string of saliva reminded them of their once-connected lips and how sensual and intense that kiss was.

Davy's flushed cheeks glowed with sensuality, arousing anyone's deepest desire. Draven's pupils darkened as the man pinched Davy's waist slightly.

"Damn," he heard Draven curse through his dazed mind. Davy tilted his head, waiting for the man to continue. Draven, who seemed amused, chuckled and pecked him on the lips. "As much as I want to keep going, someone is already urging me to hurry up."

"What do you mean?" he asked, slowly recovering from that make-out session.

"One with a bad temper, Come on, we need to eat," he laughed, pausing with a mischievous grin on his lips. "Although, I very much want to eat you,"

Davy was startled by this sudden filthy word, and his cheeks flushed. He slapped the man hard, "Fuck, who wants to be eaten by you," his irritated voice rang out, followed by a loud laugh.

***

The dining room reappeared in his vision, as did the same dining table with only four seats. Even... the man seating calmly at one of those seats, Fallan. Davy remained motionless and bravely met his gaze. Fallan swept his gaze at him, looked away, and landed on someone beside him.

Fallan's indifferent gaze focused on Draven as he frowned, "You took so long to wake him up," His tone is still calm yet so authoritative. Davy saw Fallan in this intimidating form again.

Davy immediately turned his gaze to Draven, expecting to argue with Fallan, but instead, a grin returned to his face. He didn't seem to mind Fallan's tone, or perhaps Draven was already accustomed to it.

He nonchalantly shoved Fallan reprimanding him. Draven turned to Davy who was watching the two of them. He smiled and guided Davy to the table with his hand on Davy's waist. They sat on either side of Fallan.

Draven then responded late, Fallan still frowning and staring at Draven, clearly not amused. Davy made sure he was invisible at this point. The heck, Fallan looks so scary right now. He was calm, but Davy knew he was not pleased with Draven's behavior. Would they fight? Davy was at a loss for what to do. Surprisingly, he wasn't as concerned as he thought. Only paying attention to the two.

"Why? Are you the only one who has the right to be intimate with our sleeping beauty?" his tone was provocative, but not in a hostile way.

Davy bit his lower lip, his hands clasped together. He forced himself not to interrupt and complain about how Draven had addressed him. And... His ears couldn't help but turn red at how easily Draven revealed those things to Fallan. He really wants to beat up Draven. He would make sure to make his lips bleed the next time. Then it struck him. Wait, Davy thought there was something wrong with the way he accepted this situation so easily.

Draven received a deep look from Fallan, his blue eyes terrifyingly calm. Then Davy noticed how Draven's grin faded as he pursed his lips slowly. Davy had an incredible expression on his face. He seemed to perceive that Draven was now anxious. Was he afraid of Fallan?

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