CHAPTER 435: ’CALL ME BY THAT NAME.’

"Your... full name?" Florian asked, his voice trembling as he tried to focus.

His thoughts were already scattering, his body betraying him with every brush of Heinz’s fingers against his sensitive skin.

Heinz chuckled darkly, his breath hot against Florian’s ear.

His fingers circled that tight ring of muscle teasingly, pressing just enough to make Florian’s hips twitch, but not enough to give him what he craved. "

My full name," Heinz repeated, his voice low and commanding, dripping with intent. "Do you know it?"

Florian shook his head, his lips parting in a soft gasp as Heinz’s other hand trailed down his side, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

"N-no..." he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t even know why this was relevant right now, not when Heinz’s touch was sending sparks through his body, lighting up every nerve ending.

Heinz leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of Florian’s ear.

"Since you’ve told me so much about yourself," he purred, his fingers still circling, still teasing, "I think it’s only fair I tell you something about myself."

Florian bit his lip hard, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.

His body burned with need, his member straining against the fabric of his pants. He didn’t want to seem desperate, but God, Heinz knew exactly where to touch him, how to make him fall apart with just the barest hint of pressure.

His body was slick already, wet and eager, and it took everything in him not to beg.

’This fucking body. I swear.’

"Listen closely," Heinz murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Florian’s spine.

His teeth nipped at Florian’s earlobe, sharp and possessive. "Don’t get distracted... or else I won’t give you what you want."

Florian nodded frantically, his breath hitching as Heinz’s finger pressed ever so slightly against his entrance.

"Ilúvarei,"

Heinz whispered, the word falling from his lips like a spell.

His kisses trailed down Florian’s jaw, soft and lingering, but there was nothing gentle about the way his finger teased, circling, promising more.

Florian’s mind was a whirlwind.

Ilúvarei.

Heinz had called the original Florian that in his first life, when he was drunk.

’He called me Ilúvarei last time as well...and last night.’

It felt intimate, weighted with meaning he couldn’t quite grasp.

He wanted to ask what it meant, but he knew better than to interrupt.

Not when Heinz’s touch was driving him to the edge of madness.

And he had a feeling Heinz wouldn’t give him a straight answer.

Heinz’s lips moved down to his neck, leaving a trail of heat as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin.

Florian moaned, his hands clutching at Heinz’s shoulders as he arched into the touch.

The teasing was unbearable now, his body screaming for release, for more. He felt so hot, so needy, and Heinz was taking his damn time.

"My full name..." Heinz murmured between kisses, his voice thick with desire. His teeth grazed Florian’s collarbone, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. "Is Heinz Maxim Darkthorn Obsidian."

The words were punctuated by a sharp bite to Florian’s shoulder, making him cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Heinz’s finger pressed in slightly, just past the first knuckle, and Florian’s hips bucked instinctively, already feeling immense pleasure just the tip of Heinz’s finger.

"M-Maxim?" Florian gasped, his brain struggling to process the name.

It was innocent, a question, but the way Heinz reacted made it anything but.

Heinz growled low in his throat, his finger thrusting deeper, curling just right to make Florian gasp. "A-Ah! That... was too sudden, Your Majesty."

’He’s being so rough all of a sudden.’ Florian thought, his mouth gaping slightly as he moaned.

"Say it again," he demanded, his voice dark and raspy, filled with something primal. "Call me Maxim."

Huh?

Why did Heinz want him to—

Heinz added another finger.

Florian’s mind went blank, his body taking over.

He moaned, his legs tightening around Heinz’s waist as he clawed at his back.

"Maxim..." he whimpered, the name slipping from his lips like a prayer. "Maxim..."

Heinz’s response was visceral, a deep groan that vibrated through Florian’s entire body.

"Fuck," he hissed, his hips grinding against Florian’s, the friction maddening. "Fuck, Florian. I didn’t know hearing you call me by that name would sound so fucking perfect."

Heinz’s fingers thrust in deeper, faster, and Florian’s back arched off the bed as pleasure tore through him.

He felt so full, so stretched, and yet he wanted more. Needed more. His cock throbbed, aching for attention, but Heinz focused solely on working him open, preparing him for what was to come.

Heinz’s fingers stilled inside Florian, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause.

The only sound was Florian’s ragged breathing, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he clung to Heinz’s shoulders, his body trembling with need.

’It’s unfair.’

"Do you want another?" Heinz’s voice was low, a dark whisper that sent shivers down Florian’s spine.

His breath was hot against Florian’s ear, and his lips brushed the sensitive skin there as he spoke. "Tell me, Ilúvarei. Do you want me to add another?"

’This feels too good.’

Florian’s answer was immediate, almost desperate. "Yes," he gasped, his voice trembling just as much as his body. "Please, Heinz—Maxim... I need more."

Heinz let out a dark chuckle, his lips curving into a smirk as he leaned back slightly to gaze down at Florian.

"So eager," he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement and something deeper, something possessive. "But then again, last night was also because of your request, wasn’t it? You begged me for it, didn’t you?"

’This guy...!’

Did Heinz have to remind him?

Heat flooded Florian’s cheeks at the reminder, but he couldn’t deny it.

"You liked it, Your Majesty." he whispered, his voice breathless as he met Heinz’s gaze. "You liked it so much you asked to do it again."

Florian knew he was being shameless, but he couldn’t help it. His pride was already bruised enough having Heinz’s fingers inside him, he didn’t want a reminder.

Heinz’s smirk widened, and before Florian could prepare himself, those skilled fingers twisted inside him, brushing against that spot that made his entire body light up with pleasure.

"GOD!" Florian cried out, his back arching off the bed as a wave of ecstasy crashed over him.

His fingers dug into Heinz’s shoulder blades, his nails leaving crescent marks in the smooth skin.

"Cheeky," Heinz growled, his voice rough with desire. His eyes burned into Florian’s, holding him captive with their intensity.

"You’ve only been awake for a day, and already you’re tempting me." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Florian’s ear as he spoke again, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Does that mean I can be as rough as I want?"

’Rough? Wasn’t he already rough?’

Was it still possible for Heinz to be rougher?

’A rougher Heinz...’

Florian’s breath hitched at the question, and his body responded before his mind could catch up.

He felt himself grow slicker, his arousal spiking at the mere thought of Heinz being rougher, more demanding.

His body craved it, needed it in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

Heinz noticed it immediately. "Oh?" he murmured, his voice laced with amusement and something darker, something primal. "You’re getting wetter just hearing that, aren’t you? You like the idea of me being rougher, don’t you?"

’Don’t say that.’

Florian opened his mouth to respond, but before he could get a word out, Heinz added a third finger, stretching him open even further.

Florian’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp, his eyes fluttering shut as pleasure overwhelmed him. He buried his face in Heinz’s shoulder, his body trembling as he tried to process the sensations coursing through him.

"Tell me," Heinz demanded, his voice firm and commanding. "Tell me you want it rough, Ilúvarei."

Florian’s mind was a haze of pleasure, his thoughts fragmented and incoherent.

All he knew was that he wanted more, needed more.

"Yes," he gasped, his voice barely audible. "Please, Your Majesty... I want it. I want you to be rough."

Heinz’s response was immediate. His fingers thrust deeper, harder, and Florian cried out as pleasure surged through him.

His body clenched around Heinz’s fingers, desperate for more friction, more pressure. He could feel the heat building inside him, threatening to consume him completely.

"Good boy," Heinz murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. He pressed a kiss to Florian’s jaw, then trailed his lips down to his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. "You take me so well, Florian. So greedy for it."

Florian moaned in response, his hips bucking uncontrollably as Heinz’s fingers worked him open.

His cock throbbed between them, untouched and aching for attention, but Heinz seemed intent on focusing solely on his hole, stretching him until he was ready for what was to come.

Just as Florian was about to beg for more, there was a sharp knock on the door.

"Your Majesty?" a voice called from the other side. "I’ve come."