The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL]

The kiss there had been startling enough, but when Xavier’s hands slid beneath his knees, Luca’s breath caught.

In one smooth, deliberate motion, the prince lifted his legs, guiding them apart until he was spread open in a way that made heat flood his cheeks.

Good heavens!

His hips tilted upward, his entire body on quiet display beneath the wolf’s steady hands.

”W-wait—”

”Luca,” Xavier said, voice low and sure, like someone ready to beg for air. ”I want to see you.”

Wha—! Luca could feel the burn climbing up his neck.

While he’d been clueless before, the same couldn’t be said now. Just looking at Xavier like this, he knew what all this could mean, especially when his gaze was drawn down, meeting the deep, focused look in Xavier’s eyes.

Because those eyes didn’t waver.

They bore into him, following every twitch of his thighs, every uneven breath, as though he were memorizing him.

The little chipmunk tried to hold his gaze, but it was impossible to ignore the position—the height of his knees, the slight tremble in his thighs, the unmistakable way the air shifted over his most private place.

He was exposed beyond belief.

And then it happened.

Xavier leaned in.

Warm breath ghosted over his entrance again before a slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue traced over it.

”Ah—!” Luca jolted hard, hips trying to escape, toes curling as his fingers clawed at the quilt.

”!!!”

The sensation was nothing like he’d prepared for.

It was wetter.

Hotter.

Far too intimate.

Xavier didn’t stop. If anything, the greedy wolf looked pleased with the reaction, his tongue teasing the sensitive ring of muscle with languid, coaxing strokes.

Luca’s breath grew ragged, his heart battering against his ribs. ”I—I didn’t think—”

Couldn’t think, really.

”Luca,” Xavier murmured between strokes, his tone rich with control. ”It’s okay. I’ve got you. Just feel.”

But that was the problem.

He was feeling everything.

The slide of a tongue that alternated between slow circles and sudden, firmer presses. The way Xavier would retreat just far enough to let cool air kiss the sensitized skin, only to return with another, teasing glide.

It was overwhelming.

But... it wasn’t bad. Not even close.

Because it was all cold against heat, and Luca couldn’t tell which of them was burning.

The shocked receiver convinced himself to unclench his fingers from the quilt, to focus on breathing as instructed. And slowly, that tense knot of surprise began to unwind. His body softened under the wolf’s touch, yielding inch by inch.

”You’re letting me in,” Xavier observed, voice almost reverent.

Luca bit his lip hard, not sure if he should be embarrassed or proud. ”I-I trust you.”

That made the prince pause, just for a second, before his azure eyes warmed—still intense, still fixed on him, but carrying something deeper. ”Thank you.”

Then he changed tactics.

Instead of a flat stroke, he pressed the tip of his tongue just inside, testing the give. Luca’s gasp was sharp, but instead of pulling away, his legs twitched in a weak attempt to draw him closer.

The wolf noticed. Of course he did.

”You like that?”

Luca shook his head automatically, but the sound that left his throat—half-whimper, half-moan—betrayed him entirely.

The greedy husband chuckled low in his chest and tried again, a little deeper this time, one hand spreading him wider while the other rubbed slow circles along the inside of his thigh.

Luca’s head tipped back against the pillows, eyes squeezing shut. The sensations blurred together—the teasing tongue, the warm hold on his legs, the quiet hums of approval from between his thighs.

His mind was a mess.

His body was on fire.

And yet, through all of it, one thought stayed steady.

He didn’t want this to stop.

Xavier didn’t let up. A subtle press followed every slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue, coaxing Luca open in ways his mind had never imagined.

The little guide’s breathing had gone ragged, his legs trembling in Xavier’s steady grip. His head tipped back against the pillows, lips parted, a thin sheen of sweat forming along his hairline. He wanted to say something, anything, but every time words tried to form, they dissolved into soft, helpless sounds.

Stars, his wolfish husband, was enjoying this. He could feel it in the way Xavier’s thumbs stroked lazy circles into the backs of his thighs, how his hum of approval vibrated against sensitive flesh. That hum sent shivers darting up his spine.

It wasn’t just pleasure. It was the way Xavier’s hands held him, firm but careful, that made Luca feel anchored, safe enough to let his guard down in a position that had his entire body exposed.

”Do you think you’re ready for more?” he murmured.

Luca wanted to ask how come there was such a thing as more, but then he saw Xavier move, and it was something he was familiar with.

The prince’s hand reached aside, retrieving the small bottle of lubricant. He squeezed a slick measure between his fingers before guiding one to Luca’s entrance—already pliant from his earlier work.

The first fingertip replaced his tongue, sliding in with the faintest resistance. Xavier watched as Luca sucked in a breath, his hips twitching at the unfamiliar intrusion.

Although for Luca, it was a whole different thing.

After all, who would survive all that while someone like Xavier kept looking at him with those eyes?

There wasn’t really any pain. Only a deep, strange fullness that sent heat flooding lower, coupled with the thought that inside was Xavier’s finger.

”That’s it,” Xavier soothed, keeping the motion small and unhurried. He circled inside gently, letting Luca feel and adjust before easing a little deeper. ”Breathe for me.”

Another finger joined the first. The stretch made his breath catch, hips shifting instinctively. He didn’t even notice his hands leaving the quilt, one clutching Xavier’s forearm, the other curling toward his own head as if to anchor himself.

The devoted husband watched every flicker of his expression, every flutter of muscle, and adjusted his rhythm. Sometimes slow, sometimes a little quicker, sometimes twisting just enough to make Luca’s thighs twitch.

By the time a third finger slid inside, the tension in Luca’s body had morphed into something else entirely—something heavier, hotter.

His hips rolled helplessly toward the movement, his breath shuddering out in soft, broken moans that made Xavier’s eyes darken further.

”You feel incredible,” the prince muttered, almost to himself, his pace deepening with a curl of his fingers.

”Ah—!” Luca cried out, back arching sharply when that motion grazed something inside him that made every nerve sing. His hands clutched harder, fingernails dragging lightly against Xavier’s skin.

Again.

Xavier did it again, and Luca’s head snapped back, his moan spilling into the air unrestrained.

”You seem to like it here,” the wolf said, and it wasn’t even a question.

Luca barely managed a nod before his words dissolved into another gasp. He couldn’t think anymore—every push, every curl sent his body spiraling further toward something he didn’t have the words for. His thighs shook, his breathing turned desperate, and his chest rose and fell in rapid rhythm.

Xavier leaned forward, one hand still working inside him while his mouth claimed Luca’s again. The kiss was hungry this time, swallowing every moan, tasting every shiver, until he had to break for air.

”Come for me,” Xavier breathed against his lips, curling his fingers just right.

It hit him like a lightning strike.

His back arched violently, head thrown back as his vision went white.

His hands scrambled for purchase—gripping Xavier’s arm, the sheets, anything—as a raw, unfiltered moan tore from his throat.

His release spilled between them, hot and sudden, leaving his body trembling in the aftermath.

Through it all, Xavier didn’t stop kissing him—slow now, almost tender—his fingers easing back but not leaving, stroking him gently through the aftershocks.

When Luca finally sagged back into the bed, chest heaving, his eyes fluttered open to find the prince watching him. Not smug. Not even just satisfied. But deeply, dangerously pleased.

”You’re beautiful when you let go,” Xavier said softly. Luca was still catching his breath.

His body had gone boneless against the bed, warmth pooling under his skin in lazy waves. The world felt quiet, heavy in that soft way after a high. His fingers twitched faintly on the quilt, but his eyes... his eyes kept drifting toward the wolf still kneeling between his thighs.

Xavier hadn’t moved away, and when Luca’s dazed mind finally caught up, he realized exactly what that meant.

Oh.

Oh.

They weren’t done.

His cheeks heated again, the afterglow mixing with the sudden urge to reach for him. He pushed himself up on trembling elbows, shy but determined, ready to pull the prince down for more—

Bzzz. Bzzz.

Luca froze. The sound was sharp and completely unwelcome in the heavy, heated air.

Bzzz. Bzzz.

His terminal.

Panic flared. He scrambled to reach for clothes, but Xavier caught his wrist gently and gave him a calm look. ”It’s alright, I’ll deal with it.”

”But—”

”I’ll call him instead,” the wolf said easily, already looking for Ollie on his own terminal. ”I’ll tell them you’re in the bathroom.”

Before Luca could argue, Xavier called his brother in his stead. ”Ollie.”

But he didn’t get to say anything. Not when he was hit with news all at once.

”Oh, oh!” came the voice on the other end, a mix of surprise and excitement. ”Is my brother busy? If he is, then just tell him that Elder Pao Xi says the piglets will probably be born soon! One of the sows started labor earlier! I went outside so she won’t be so stressed!”

Luca shot upright, all thoughts of sulking or protesting vanishing instantly. ”The piglets—?!”

He almost rushed to join the call right there, but froze again, guilt and awareness flickering in his chest. Because once again... once again, his husband hadn’t had his turn, and well, he wasn’t exactly dressed for a call.

He peeked at Xavier, expecting maybe disappointment. But instead, the prince was calm, easy, and not at all glum. ”We’ll be there. I’ll tell him about the news.”

When the call ended, Luca was still sitting there, torn between excitement and uncertainty. ”I—”

”No need to feel conflicted,” Xavier said, as if reading his mind. ”Remember... we’re merely preparing.”

The easy smile on his face made Luca stammer. ”B-but how is that—”

”More than okay,” Xavier interrupted, leaning forward just enough for his voice to drop into that rich, deep tone that made Luca’s heart skip. ”After all... good things come to those who wait.”

The flush crept up Luca’s neck before he could stop it. He nodded, muttered something that might have been agreement, and then scrambled off the bed.

A warm hand landed on his backside, patting it lightly in a way that made him stumble toward the bathroom with a squeak.

”Come on, little fox,” Xavier called after him, amused. ”Let’s go meet your piglets.”