The System Keeps Making Me Do Indecent Missions [BL, R18]

Chapter 89: Chapter 89: A Clumsy Lesson in Seduction (2)

Dominic Vance stroked his soft hair, his thumb wiping away the tear that had just spilled from the corner of the youth’s eye. If it were anyone else, Dominic Vance would have long since thrust forcefully into their throat. After all, Miles Sinclair had previously given him a blowjob to completion before, but Lucien’s current appearance simply made him unable to bear being rough. Thus, Dominic Vance simultaneously suppressed the urge to plunge deep into that dainty mouth while trying his best to comfort Lucien.

Being encouraged, Lucien began to move. He lifted his head up, then lowered it down again, establishing a slow and clumsy rhythm. Every time he lifted up, he would use the tip of his tongue to swirl around the crown, licking away the clear drop of fluid that had just seeped out. Every time he lowered down, he would try to swallow a bit deeper, letting that scorching hot object touch the very depths of his throat.

But no matter how hard he tried, it was still his first time. His movements were still awkward, his strength was still weak, and there were times when he unintentionally let his teeth graze lightly over the sensitive skin. Every time that happened, Lucien would startle and look up, his innocent eyes widening as if trying to say I am sorry, before leaning down to make up for it by licking and sucking with even more fervency.

Dominic Vance almost burst out laughing. This little kitten, despite clearly engaging in the most wicked of acts, still managed to retain a bizarrely pure and innocent demeanor. That look truly only made one want to pin him down and degrade him, to take him until that innocent face was completely smothered in semen, his entire body covered in the scent of a man.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Suddenly, Lucien fell into a violent coughing fit. He hurriedly pulled his head back, leaving behind a silver thread of saliva connecting his lips to the crown. His face was flushed crimson, tears streaming profusely down his cheeks, his lips swollen red and glistening wet, making him look simultaneously pitiful and wonderfully erotic.

Dominic Vance narrowed his eyes, lifting his chin: "What is wrong?".

"I... I cannot swallow it all..." Lucien mumbled, his voice hoarse from being suppressed just moments ago: "It is... it is too big...".

A soft chuckle escaped from Dominic Vance’s throat. He pulled him up, letting him sit upon his lap. His fingers wiped away the tear stains on his face, and then he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on those swollen red lips.

"So clumsy." He whispered, without a single hint of reproach in his tone: "But I actually like it this way."

His hand slowly caressed the smooth, bare skin at the waist. The chilly sensation from his fingers made Lucien shudder, his entire body turning limp and soft within his embrace.

"Let me teach you." He said, then gently pushed him down to lie on the bed. But contrary to Lucien’s expectations, Dominic Vance did not press down on top of him. Instead, he laid down right beside him, pulled him into his arms, and then slid his hand downwards, taking hold of the member that had already grown rock-hard at some unknown point.

"Ah...!" Lucien jerked in surprise, his face burning red: "What... what are you doing...".

"Teaching you." Dominic Vance whispered into his ear, his warm, hot breath puffing against the sensitive earlobe. "If you want to know how to make a man feel euphoric, you must first know what your own euphoria feels like. You must feel it slowly in order to learn, not just to enjoy it, you hear?"

His hand began to move, unhurried and exceptionally skilled, every single motion as precise as an artisan playing a musical instrument. Lucien trembled, clutching tightly onto his arm. His lips parted, and tiny, fragmented moans escaped uncontrollably.

"Ah... Dominic... stop... stop teasing me...".

"I am not teasing." He bit lightly down on his earlobe: "This is lesson number one. Feel it, commit this sensation to memory. Then later on, you will know exactly how you must make me feel euphoric."

The pace of his hand gradually quickened. Lucien arched his back, his breathing ragged, tears welling up once more. But this time it was not out of discomfort, but rather because the sheer pleasure was far too intense. He felt like a tiny boat amidst the open ocean, battered relentlessly by wave after wave, utterly incapable of resisting.

"Mmph... no... I am about... about to come..."

"Come." Dominic Vance whispered, his hand never ceasing its motion: "Come in my hand, little kitten.".

A tiny cry burst from Lucien’s lips, and then his entire body quivered violently, shooting out a stream of milky-white fluid that thoroughly drenched both his hand and his own stomach. He lay there panting heavily, eyes squeezed shut, his face as red as a beetroot.

Dominic Vance withdrew his hand, examining the cloudy white liquid on his fingers, before raising it to take a lick. That action caused Lucien, who had just peeked his eyes open, to witness it entirely, his face flushing even redder.

"The taste is not bad." He gave a faint smile, then leaned down to kiss his forehead: "But the lesson is still not over. Now it is your turn."

"But... it is not the same."

"Where is it not the same?"

"I... I was using my mouth."

Dominic Vance let out a laugh, lightly rubbing the corner of the youth’s lips: "I never forced you to use your mouth.".

Then he lay down, pulled Lucien to sit up, and motioned for him to resume the unfinished business.

"It was you who volunteered, so now you simply have to do it. Just learn like you did earlier, consider my hand as your tongue, you have to be gentle, you have to caress and massage, sliding around the shaft, understand?"

"Relax, breathe through your nose, and most importantly..." He stroked his cheek, his gaze turning pitch dark: "Do not rush. Just take it slowly."

Lucien swallowed hard, staring at the engorged member right in front of him. After a moment of hesitation, he leaned down once again. But this time, he was not in a hurry to engulf it immediately. He used the tip of his tongue, starting to lick from the base all the way up to the tip, slow and meticulous, as if he were savoring an ice cream cone.

"Mmph..."

Dominic Vance let out a low hum from his throat, his hand lightly rubbing his head. This time Lucien performed significantly better, at the very least, he had learned how to relax. When taking it in, he was able to swallow a little deeper than before. Even though he was still clumsy, compared to his first attempt, he had progressed a great deal.

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