The Reincarnator's Inauspicious Route to Finding Love-Chapter 50: Avowal (2)

Chapter 50: Avowal (2)
The door to Adrien’s room came into view. And no sooner than he had the door opened, his back was slammed up against the wall and before the bedroom door was fully shut, Mikyle had greedily taken his lips into his own.
This kiss was completely different from all the other ones they had shared so far. It was far more demanding and rough. Mikyle was one-sidely dominating him to the point where he felt crushingly breathless. When he pulled away to catch his breath, a string of saliva dripped from his lip, momentarily connecting him to Mikyle.
Mikyle allowed him a few seconds to catch his breath before capturing his lips once more. Adrien could already feel the tender sting in his lips with each powerful kiss Mikyle pressed against them. He wouldn’t be surprised if he found them swollen after this.
"Ah!" The moan that escaped him sounded like a desperate plea for more as his tongue slid against Mikyle’s. Actually, Mikyle’s tongue was shoveling itself so deeply into Adrien’s mouth that it felt like it could strike the back of his throat at any moment. Which felt like such a strange thought to him, since there was no way that it actually could.
Could it?
His hands wrapped themselves tightly into Mikyle’s hair, urging him on.
Mikyle’s tongue stopped its exploration as it pulled out, leaving Adrien feeling rather empty. He could feel Mikyle’s lips lift into a smirk just before those same teasing lips trailed wet kisses onto the side of his lips, his chin, and down his neck. Adrien could feel the scraping of Mikyle’s teeth along the way, sending a barrage of tingling shivers down his spine and down to his groin area, where he was already starting to come to life.
Adrien suddenly pulled away, or as much as the wall behind him would allow him to. "Wait! Wait!"
Mikyle looked up at him with a burning gaze, his lips still pressed against the base of his neck.
"I need to shower first! Please!" Adrien had come to his senses too late and had only just now realized that he was covered in sweat from his earlier Mana Training.
I’m not stopping him because I’m nervous or because it’s progressing a little too quickly,
Adrien argued with himself.
Mikyle sighed and the warmth from his breath felt cold against his wet skin. "Fine. But don’t keep me waiting too long, or I might just come and find you."
Adrien felt himself blushing at the implication behind Mikyle’s words. And unfortunately, that threat made him even more excited at the thought of having sex with Mikyle underneath a flowing cascade of hot water.
Before he found himself giving into his base desires, Adrien extricated himself from Mikyle. After grabbing the things he needed to wash off with and a robe, he fled from the room.
The shower room was thankfully empty. Adrien quickly undressed and darted into the warm water coming out of the shower head.
He leaned his forehead against the cool wall and released a sigh.
What in the world am I doing?
The realization that he had fled under the pretext of being dirty hit him pretty hard.
Why do I keep acting like some blushing virgin?
Adrien lifted his head and started massaging shampoo into his hair. The repeated motions calmed his mind somewhat.
But surprisingly, I’m no longer worried about the Count or anything. It feels like my whole being, both mind and body, is being consumed by him and everything else just fades away. It’s not a bad feeling. . .it’s just. . .
Adrien wasn’t even sure of what exactly it was that he felt or how to even explain it in words. But what he did know was that he didn’t mind being consumed.
He finished washing off but decided to stay underneath the water a little longer. He looked down at himself and wondered if he should try to loosen himself up. Just because he had fled to the shower didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to go through with sleeping with Mikyle.
Should I use conditioner?
He picked up the bottle of conditioner and suddenly felt embarrassed.
"Little Kitten, are you still hiding in here?"
The bottle slipped from Adrien’s hand and he lost his balance. His foot slipped against the wet tile and his back hit the wall. His body slid down the wall and landed on the floor with an echoing thud.
The curtain blocking the shower from the rest of the room flung open and Mikyle stared down at him with a startled expression.
Mikyle came into the shower, uncaring that his clothes were being soaked. He reached a hand out for Adrien. "Are you alright?"
Adrien grabbed Mikyle’s hand, his face a scarlet red as a new wave of embarrassment hit him. "Y-yeah."
Mikyle pulled Adrien up but the sudden movement caused him to fall forward into Mikyle. Mikyle reached behind them to shut the water off. He then lifted Adrien’s face up and brushed the wet hair behind his ear in a gentle caress. "You’re distracted again. Is it because of me? If you don’t want to do this-"
"No!" Adrien flinched when his voice echoed off the walls. "I’m just a little nervous, which is strange to me." He had never been this nervous while being with another person before.
"It’s alright to feel nervous," Mikyle consoled him softly. He hooked a finger underneath Adrien’s chin and lifted his face up so that his eyes were no longer hidden. "I’m nervous too. I’m not like you. I’ve never been in a relationship before nor have I ever felt this way towards another."
"You really didn’t forget what I said before," Adrien sighed after seeing his previous mishap come back to bite him in the ass.
"I remember telling you that I have an excellent memory."
"Yeah, yeah." Adrien pulled away from Mikyle. His nervousness was still there but it had diminished somewhat after talking to Mikyle.
The cold air that was coming through the open shower current assaulted his soaking wet skin. "I need a towel," Adrien said after realizing that he was still naked.
"Hmm. I don’t want you catching a cold, but I do so love the view before me."
Adrien smacked Mikyle in the shoulder as he moved past him. He looked at his things and realized that he had only grabbed a robe, completely forgetting about a towel. He slipped the robe on and turned to face Mikyle. "I’ll finish grabbing everything. Head back first and get out of those wet clothes."
Mikyle wrapped his arms around Adrien and propped his chin on top of his head. "Are you worried about me, or is this a ploy to get me undressed?"
Adrien ignored him as he fought the sudden rise of butterflies in his stomach. "The longer it takes me, the longer it’ll be before I can get back to the room," he warned.
Mikyle dropped his arms, releasing Adrien from his embrace. He then bent down and picked up the fallen conditioner from the floor. "Did I interrupt you from finishing your shower?"
Adrien glanced at the conditioner bottle before setting out to pick the rest of his belongings up. "No. I was planning on using that for something else."
"Something else?" Mikyle asked when Adrien didn’t elaborate. His red gaze peered down at the bottle inquisitively, he then glanced at Adrien and dawning realization lit up his features. "Did you use this to loosen-"
"Please stop!" How did this prince always manage to say the most embarrassing things with a straight face?! "And no. I didn’t make it that far," Adrien answered, his reddened face hidden away from view.
"Hm. Good. I wanted to do that part myself."
They made it back to his room without being seen by anyone, which was a relief to Adrien. He wasn’t sure what would have happened if someone had overheard their conversation.
He put his things away. After shuffling around for a second, he decided to grab a towel for Mikyle to dry off with. "I don’t have any spare clothes that will fit you," Adrien told him, eyeing Mikyle’s wet shirt and pants.
"That is fine. I wasn’t planning on wearing any if that is alright with you?"
Adrien awkwardly rubbed his arm as he watched Mikyle run the towel over head, causing his hair to turn fluffy-looking. "Oh? Yeah."
Mikyle finished drying his hair then carefully folded the towel and draped it over the couch. He then walked over to where Adrien stood. His movements were slow and careful as if he were approaching a small animal.
Mikyle came to a stop in front of him, and Adrien could see how the wet material of Mikyle’s clothes clung to his body. The sight of it was enough to ignite the earlier heat that had coursed through his body. "Like what you see?"
"I do." Adrien’s tongue darted out and licked his bottom lip.
Mikyle brought his hand up and hooked a finger underneath Adrien’s chin. His skin was cold to the touch, sending an unconscious shiver through Adrien. "May I kiss you?"
Adrien gave a curt nod of his head.
Just like last time, Mikyle captured his lips with his own. But this time, the kiss was much slower and more gentle. It felt more akin to a feather caressing his lips.