Desire Me If You Can Novel - Chapter 122

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Rumble. Another violent clap of thunder echoed. Grayson’s eyes were wide as saucers, staring at Dane. He couldn’t even manage to blink.

His trembling gaze darted between Dane’s face, his chest, and his own hand resting on that chest. Grayson flinched, then belatedly tried to pull his arm back. But Dane immediately tightened his grip, and Grayson failed. Looking down at the startled Grayson, Dane spoke.

“What is it, you? You were just singing songs about how much you love my chest, and now you’ve changed your mind?”

At the irritated question, Grayson was utterly surprised and vigorously shook his head.

“What? No way! That’s not true! Absolutely not!”

“Then what is it, you damn fool.”

Dane gritted his teeth, watching him desperately deny it.

“What are you playing at right now? When I’m doing this much for you.”

Dane waited for Grayson’s answer with a menacing look. If he spouted some nonsense, he was prepared to turn around and walk out, pheromones or not.

Just then, he saw Grayson’s lips part slightly. Listening closely, he barely managed to hear the small sound of his voice, buried beneath the pouring rain. Grayson, with his eyes wide open, was repeating the same words to Dane.

“This is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream…”1

Dane stared at his face without a word. He could feel Grayson’s tremor through the hand grasping his collar. His entire body was vibrating slightly, like ripples on a lake.

“…Ha.”

A sigh of disbelief escaped Dane’s lips. He turned his head to look in another direction for a moment, then chose a different option instead of letting go of Grayson’s collar and leaving. He ran a hand over his face.

Smack. At the sharp sound of a palm hitting his cheek, Grayson flinched violently. Looking down at the dumbfounded man, who was stunned by the stinging pain, Dane asked, “How’s that?”

Blinking a couple of times, Grayson muttered blankly.

“…It hurts.”

Then he furrowed his brows and swore.

“Fuck, that hurts so bad…”

A red handprint quickly appeared on his pale cheek. It was only a palm, but Dane hadn’t held back, so he might complain about the pain tomorrow. But that was a problem for tomorrow.

“Good, now you know this is real, right?”

He was ready to slap the other cheek if Grayson spoke nonsense again. But whether it was because he saw Dane clench his fist this time, or because the burning sensation on his cheek was too real, Grayson hesitated, then nodded. Nevertheless, he still murmured as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Why… why would you sleep with me…?”

“Didn’t you say you couldn’t do it with anyone but me?”

Dane answered without hesitation. With Grayson’s pheromones spreading thickly around them, it was becoming difficult for him to maintain his reason as well. Chatting so casually on a bed wasn’t Dane’s style either. Damn it, normally he would have climaxed three times by now. Dane swallowed a curse and muttered.

“Now, have at it.”

With those words, Dane released his pheromones. When another pheromone scent mixed with his own sickeningly sweet one, Grayson gasped, inhaling sharply. Simultaneously, Dane’s scent rushed deep into his lungs. Like a switch being flipped, his brain function ceased. All doubt, suspicion, and denial vanished, replaced only by desire, affection, and excitement. Without hesitation, Grayson wrapped his arms around Dane’s neck, pushed himself up, and flipped Dane onto his back.

“Dane, Dane. Dane…”

Grayson urgently showered him with kisses, ceaselessly calling his name again and again. Even as he sucked on his tongue and nibbled his lips, he didn’t stop repeating the name in between. It was as if he was trying to confirm that the person in his arms was truly him. And Dane knew that fact.

“Yeah, yeah…”

Dane patted Grayson’s back, giving intermittent answers. It was the response of someone soothing a pet dog throwing a tantrum. Though he was far, far too large to be called a dog.

Gasping, Grayson rubbed their lips together, then lowered his head and opened his mouth wide. Taking as much of Dane’s chest as he could into his mouth, he lifted his shoulders. While he couldn’t suppress his ragged breaths and snorted air through his nose, he didn’t give up, sucking and licking the nipple fully contained in his mouth. Dane simply let him.

He could feel Grayson’s heavy, aroused member between his legs. It felt ready to ejaculate any moment, but he didn’t try to enter Dane. Instead, as if this was more important, he continuously licked the nipple, rubbing saliva on it and grating it with his teeth.

While one breast was being teased, licked, and vigorously sucked by his mouth and teeth, the other was being ceaselessly kneaded by a large hand. He would grip it tightly, then gently squeeze and roll it, twist the nipple, or press deep with his thumb, never taking a moment’s rest.

“Haa, Venus, my Venus…”

Why is that yours?

Dane briefly frowned, but soon gave up. What was the point of arguing when Grayson wasn’t even in his right mind? There was a more important issue at hand.

“…Ugh.”

A moan involuntarily slipped out. Whether it was due to the rut or just a desire-crazed frenzy, Grayson was handling Dane’s nipples too violently, without mercy. He was not only tightly gripping them with his hand, but also sinking his teeth in hard, causing Dane’s chest to quickly become ragged and bruised with teeth marks all over.

Dane’s patience quickly ran out. He had been the one to permit him to “have at it.” But that didn’t mean he was allowed to turn his body into a rag.

“Now…”

Just as he was about to say, Stop, Grayson eerily pulled his lips away. Is it over now? Dane thought, but that was naturally a delusion. Grayson now switched his hand and mouth, starting to knead and suck the opposite breasts. While he fully filled his gaping mouth with breast flesh and gummed it, his other hand rubbed the other breast with his palm, then gripped it hard, shifting his fingers around to savor its resilience. At this rate, both of his breasts would be completely ruined.

Above all, to flush out the pheromones, he had to ejaculate. He seemed sufficiently erect—how long did this guy plan to keep doing this just with his chest?

“Grayson.”

Unable to bear it any longer, Dane opened his mouth.

“You need to ejaculate to get the pheromones out. How long are you going to cling to just my chest?”

“Uh-buh?”

Grayson looked up at him, his mouth still clamped onto Dane’s chest. Dane’s face twisted at the gaze where only his eyes moved to look up. Soon, realizing the meaning, Grayson smiled sheepishly.

Meanwhile, Grayson’s mouth and hand didn’t stop. Seeing the perpetually gumming mouth and the hand that kept busily squeezing and releasing his chest, Dane let out a gasp of disbelief. Does he like my chest that much?

His chest was more important than ejaculating. He almost sighed, but he wasn’t without a plan.

“Oi.”

Dane called Grayson again, who had immediately focused on the nipple again, not wasting a moment’s gap. To the man who, as before, only rolled his eyes, Dane said,

“Get on top.”

Grayson blinked in confusion. Even then, he refused to let go of the nipple gripped in his hand and the breast flesh in his mouth, a sight that made Dane finally admit defeat and laugh.

“Come up here. I’ll rub your Virginia with my Venus.”

At that moment, Grayson was so surprised that his jaw dropped. Dane took advantage of his reaction—where he even let go of the nipple he’d been sucking—to place his hand beneath his chest and push the two breasts together, bringing them to the center. To Grayson, who was staring wide-eyed at his tightly compressed chest, Dane said,

“Don’t you want to put it in here?”

Grayson didn’t answer. Instead, his Virginia reared its head, revealing thick veins. It was so long it went past his navel, and the throbbing pulse that hit the shaft from the sheer excitement was visible to the eye.

Dane’s breathing also became ragged. He released the pressure of his hand, creating a gap between his fully pushed-up breasts, and whispered.

“There. Come in, Virginia.”

Following that, Grayson charged like a bull between his breasts.