The Fake Son Wants to Live [BL]

Chapter 303: Chapter 303 - A form of surrender *

Li Wang’s words hung in the vast, glowing room like a fragile promise. ”Please...” he’d whispered, his thumb still stroking Celaus’s cheek.

The Farian’s silence stretched, filled with a profound understanding that seemed to settle deep in his bones.

Celaus didn’t speak.

Instead, he simply tightened his arm around Li Wang’s waist, pulling him flush against his body. He buried his face in the crook of Li Wang’s neck, inhaling deeply.

The scent of him—human, nervous, but undeniably his—was a balm to the possessive ache in his soul.

The gesture was meant to be comforting, but for Li Wang, it was a catalyst. A wave of guilt, hot and sharp, washed over him.

He saw the raw hope in Celaus’s eyes, the way he’d visibly deflated at the mention of waiting years, and felt like a monster.

This being, this powerful, beautiful alien, wanted to give him everything—his name, his home, his heart—and Li Wang was hesitating.

He was holding back because of his own fear, his own ingrained human hang-ups.

He couldn’t stand it.

Li Wang’s arms, which had been loosely around Celaus’s shoulders, tightened.

He hugged him back, fiercely, pressing his face into Celaus’s chest.

The embrace lasted longer than it should have, a silent apology, a desperate attempt to convey what his clumsy words couldn’t.

He clung to him, trying to pour all his burgeoning affection and regret into the simple act of holding on.

Celaus felt the shift. He felt the desperation in Li Wang’s grip, the way his body trembled slightly against his own.

Slowly, experimentally, one of his large hands moved from Li Wang’s back, sliding down to the hem of his shirt. His fingers brushed against the warm skin of his lower back before slipping underneath.

The touch was electric.

Li Wang jolted, a sharp, involuntary gasp escaping his lips.

The rough, calloused fingertips of the warrior prince against the sensitive skin of his back sent a jolt straight to his groin.

He shivered, a full-body tremor that had nothing to do with cold. He tilted his head back, his glasses sliding slightly down his nose as he looked up.

Their eyes met.

In the soft, golden light of the room, Li Wang’s eyes, dark and wide behind the lenses, were hazy with a new kind of desire.

His lips were slightly parted, his breath coming in shallow pants.

It was an invitation.

A surrender.

That was all Celaus needed.

With a low growl that rumbled through his chest, Celaus swept Li Wang off his feet.

One arm hooked under his knees, the other braced his back, lifting him as if he weighed nothing.

Li Wang yelped, his arms flying around Celaus’s neck to steady himself.

The world blurred for a moment, and then he was being gently but firmly thrown onto the enormous expanse of the white bed.

He bounced once, the soft sheets engulfing him. He lay there, dazed, his glasses askew, his hair a mess, his shirt rucked up to his ribs, exposing the pale skin of his stomach.

Celaus was on him in an instant, but not with the aggression Li Wang had braced for. He moved with a predatory grace, caging him in with his body. He leaned down, his face so close Li Wang could feel the warmth of his breath.

Instead of kissing him, Celaus lowered his head further.

With his lips, he gently nudged the bridge of Li Wang’s glasses, carefully sliding them off his face and tossing them onto a nearby pillow.

The world became a soft blur. Without his glasses, Li Wang felt vulnerable, exposed, and incredibly turned on.

Celaus’s lips finally claimed his.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was hungry, possessive, a claiming.

His mouth moved with a devastating expertise, coaxing Li Wang’s lips apart, his tongue delving inside to taste and explore.

Li Wang moaned into the kiss, his hands coming up to tangle in Celaus’s thick hair, pulling him closer. He could feel the hard lines of Celaus’s body pressing him into the mattress, the sheer strength in his frame making his head spin.

Celaus’s hands were not idle. One cupped the back of his head, holding him in place for the deepening kiss, while the other roamed down his side, tracing the curve of his ribs before slipping under the hem of his shirt.

The feel of Celaus’s calloused palm against the bare skin of his stomach made Li Wang arch up with a choked gasp.

”Too many clothes,” Celaus rasped against his mouth, his voice a low, gravelly purr that vibrated through Li Wang’s entire body.

In one fluid motion, Celaus sat back, his hands gripping the hem of Li Wang’s shirt and pulling it over his head.

Li Wang lifted his arms, letting the fabric be stripped away.

The cool air of the room made his skin pebble, but the heat in Celaus’s eyes as he looked down at him was enough to set him on fire.

He felt exposed, his lean, human body so different from the powerful Farian physique, but the raw hunger in Celaus’s gaze erased any insecurity.

Celaus stripped off his own tunic, revealing a broad, muscular chest marked with faint, silvery scars. He was magnificent.

Li Wang reached up, his fingers tracing the lines of muscle and bone, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin.

Celaus leaned down again, capturing his lips as his hands explored every inch of Li Wang’s torso.

His touch was firm, knowing, mapping his body as if memorizing it. He kissed a trail from Li Wang’s jaw down his neck, latching onto a sensitive spot just above his collarbone and sucking hard.

Li Wang cried out, his hips bucking involuntarily. He was hard, achingly so, his erection straining against the confines of his trousers.

”Celaus...” he breathed, his hands clutching at the Farian’s shoulders.

Celaus’s mouth moved lower, his tongue swirling around one of Li Wang’s nipples before gently biting down. The sharp, pleasure-pain made Li Wang see stars. ”Ah! Fuck... yes...”

His hands moved to the waistband of Li Wang’s trousers, his fingers hooking into the belt loops. A spike of panic, sharp and unwelcome, cut through the haze of lust. He wasn’t ready. Not for that. Not yet.

”No,” Li Wang gasped, his hands flying down to cover Celaus’s. ”Stop. Not... not that.”

Celaus stilled instantly. He lifted his head, his eyes dark with concern, not frustration. He didn’t pull away. He just waited, his body a tense, coiled spring of restrained desire.

Li Wang’s heart hammered against his ribs. ”I’m sorry,” he whispered, hating the tremor in his voice. ”I just... I can’t.”

”It is alright,” Celaus’s voice was a low rumble, a soothing vibration against his chest. ”I will not take what you do not offer.”

But the desire was still there, a palpable thing between them. Li Wang could feel Celaus’s hard length pressing against his thigh, a testament to his want. The guilt returned, tenfold. He was denying him, frustrating him.

He wanted to give him something. Anything.

With a surge of determination, Li Wang hooked his legs around Celaus’s waist, pulling him down until their bodies were flush.

He wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep, desperate kiss. He rocked his hips up, rubbing his clothed erection against the Farian’s.

A guttural groan ripped from Celaus’s throat. He understood.

Celaus’s hands gripped Li Wang’s hips, holding him in place as he began to move. It was a slow, deliberate rhythm at first, a delicious friction that built with every thrust.

Their mouths crashed together, tongues tangling, breath mingling in harsh pants.

The bed creaked softly under their weight, a counterpoint to their growing moans.

”Ah... ah... Celaus...” Li Wang was lost to it. The feel of Celaus’s powerful body moving against his, the hard ridge of his cock rubbing perfectly against his own through the layers of fabric, was overwhelming.

He could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, a tight coil of pleasure ready to snap.

Celaus’s movements became more erratic, his control finally fraying. He buried his face in Li Wang’s neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there as he rutted against him with increasing urgency.

”Li Wang,” he growled, the sound of his name on those lips a primal trigger. ”Mine.”

The possessive word sent Li Wang over the edge. He cried out, his back arching as his orgasm tore through him.

Waves of intense pleasure washed over him as he spilled himself in his trousers, his body shuddering with the force of it.

The feeling of Li Wang’s release, the way his body clenched and trembled beneath him, was all it took. With a final, powerful thrust, Celaus stilled, his own release hitting him with the force of a tidal wave.

He groaned long and low, his body shaking as he emptied himself, the heat of his climax soaking through their remaining clothes.

For a long moment, they just lay there, a tangle of limbs and heavy breathing. The scent of sex and sweat filled the air.