Ghana abruptly strode toward Moulin with an enthusiastic expression. For a mont, Moulin thought he was being attacked, but a big embrace engulfed him, lifting him inches off the ground. Moulin almost squeaked; however, a warm smile filled his face. Ghana had easily suspected his presence. Truthfully, Moulin didn't have much confidence with his invisibility magic around her.
"It's good to see you too," The youth gave a tiny pat despite feeling his insides squeeze.
With a big grin, Ghana gently put him down and took a mont to look at him. She stifled a laugh, "Well, you certainly took in so weight. Plump as a peach."
Moulin rolled his eyes, "Yes, I've been eating three tis a day."
"It won't do anything without so exercise. What have you been doing? Sleeping all day?" Ghana gave a boisterous laugh, slapping his back.
Although Moulin wanted to retort, he imnsely missed Ghana's loudness and teasing. The two took a few minutes to catch up before Ghana's brows drew together in thought. She spoke, "Why are you here? No one knew you snuck out?"
"Don't tell anyone." Moulin shushed her. "I wanted to find soone..."
"Let guess... Is it his Excellency?" Ghana raised a brow. When Moulin gave her a surprised look, she explained helplessly. "His lordship hasn't been feeling quite well these days. The battalion affairs took much of his ti, and the other issues that kept occurring didn't help alleviate his mood at all. When the news that demons had raided the resource bases, it was already too late. Falowright's been busy supporting the bases affected by the raids. His Excellency has been dispatching soldiers to those regions to prevent more demon raids."
'So that was the issue,' Moulin's expression fell. Concern filled his chest, and he could not help the plea in his voice, "Please take to him."
"You don't need to ask." She laughed and roughly covered his head with his hood. "I initially planned on kidnapping you and bringing you to him so you could knock him out. Enchant yourself, my friend. I'll deliver you to your lover."
Moulin put on his invisibility enchantnt and followed Ghana out. He watches as each soldier who passes by them salutes to Ghana with the utmost respect. She was loud, intimidating, and expressive, with her morals held close and deep in her heart. Although the place seed depressing, she quickly changed the atmosphere with one big smile.
Moulin found himself heading towards a large building, the banners embellished with the Leonile crest, Helion Crest, and the Hercullio Family Crest. The golden crests complented each other well. Moulin softened his eyes before drawing his gaze away and following Ghana inside.
When they were alone climbing the third-floor steps, Moulin asked. "How is Jagra? Is he well?"
Ghana paused and frowned. "He's well. Too well to grace his presence to the man who cursed him. That bastard."
Moulin stiffened. "He went to see that demon elf?"
She nodded, "Told us that thing's changed and would help us recreate the demon base's map. Been working on it for two days now. His Excellency even allowed them a separate space. But I'd rather die than trust that demon."
Moulin's brows furrowed. Hadrian allowed it? If he did, then he must have trusted Gaile's story.
"Anyway, we're here." Ghana opened a tall, unguarded door and entered with Moulin.
The youth removes his enchantnt and uncloaked himself. His brows furrowed as he scanned the area; it was a large, elegant drawing room with few furnishings. The stained glass window presented the Hercullio crest, glistening in gold. However, Moulin did not sense a hint of Hadrian's presence.
"Is he truly here?" Moulin asked.
Ghana nodded, "He's perhaps resting in his office."
Before Moulin could speak, she hugged him one last ti, mumbling. "It's good to see you, Moulin. Good luck to whatever you're trying to do. I'm always here to support you."
Moulin stopped. His heart ward at her words, and he couldn't help but hug her back. She sighed, let go, and patted his shoulder before leaving the room. Moulin smiled faintly, folding his cloak over his forearm before venturing into Lord Hercullio's office.
Why was the bond silent no matter how much he probed on it? Moulin anxiously turned the knob and slowly peeked inside. Cool air brushed his face, and sandalwood filled his nose. A familiar silhouette was resting on the long couch, barely fitting the person's large fra. A faint smile graced Moulin's lips.
The youth slowly crept inside and closed the door. He tried to be as quiet as he approached the slumbering man. The Golden Lord Hercullio looked oppressive and intimidating before others but looked so relaxed and casual with his carelessly unbuttoned shirt and ssy golden hair. One leg dangled off the couch while his shoulders were pressed against the armrest. Lingering on his sharp brow was the faintest furrow that perhaps expressed his discomfort or the heavy responsibilities he had to shoulder throughout the days.
Tossing his cloak on the table, Moulin crouched before the man's face, observing his striking features in wonder like a child facing an adorable rabbit.
'Even at rest, he looked like he's having difficulties sleeping,' Moulin sighed and stretched out a hand to carefully brush away the golden strands falling on the man's face. His touches are as light as a butterfly's wings. In the next second, every sense of discomfort on the man's face slowly vanished. His features are now more relaxed and softer.
"What a baby..." Moulin whispered with a tilted head, hugging his knees with one arm.
Perhaps he shouldn't have been too hasty. What if he cos back tomorrow? No, Ordan and the ntors would probably notice his absence. And Moulin doubted Ordan would let him run out of his sight again. Sigh...
Moulin poked Hadrian's cheek gently but angrily. "So troubling..."
...
"Who's troubling?"
"..!" Moulin jumped in shock and abruptly pulled his hand away before a stronger one grabbed his waist and lifted him.
"Y-You're awake!" Moulin yelled, finding himself straddling the man's waist. Hadrian's firm hands gripped his hips, forbidding him from moving an inch.
Hadrian winced, "You were too noisy..."
His deep, drowsy voice struck Moulin's core. The youth's ears reddened. The flush climbed down to his neck, all of which didn't escape Hadran's narrowed eyes. A growing itch surfaced from the depth of his gut.
Moulin turned away, unable to face Hadrian's earnest gaze. 'Why is he looking at like that?'
...
He couldn't help but take another glance. His nape was grabbed when he did, and a searing kiss sealed his lips. A forceful hunger crawled in the man's tongue. Moulin couldn't resist, surrendered, and loosened himself. Hadrian ravaged his mouth like a man hungry for days. When Moulin withdrew, he was chased and trapped. Once more, he could only resign and work to satisfy both their longing. His jaw ached, and his tongue numbed, struggling to cater to Hadrian's advances. The wet sounds made him ashad yet excited...
"Let breathe..." Moulin held Hadrian's jaw back as he tried to take in air. "...you... brute..."
Hadrian paused. He chuckled as he pressed his head on Moulin's chest, feeling the youth's quickening heartbeat against his cheek. The evergrowing madness and despondency that engulfed him throughout the days gradually disappeared. He heaved a sigh of relief.
Moulin tried to stabilize his breath while he observed Hadrian's actions. Slender fingers combed through those golden strands, caressing them endearingly.
After a mont of comfortable silence, Hadrian mumbled against Moulin's clothes. "You snuck out..."
Moulin flinched and nervously turned away. "Haha... it happened..."
Lord Hercullio sighed and raised his head, resting his chin on the youth's chest. "What did you do to Ordan?"
"..." Moulin felt sweat on his palms. "I... knocked him out."
"..."
"He's not dead, alright? He's asleep." Moulin frowned. What did he think I did to him? "That ans I don't have much ti, and he might wake up at any mont."
Moulin cleared his throat and tried to jump off him, but to his annoyance, Hadrian's hand wouldn't budge. Raising a brow, the youth shot the man a glare.
Hadrian didn't dare press his buttons, but having the youth in his arms safe and warm was too much to give up. Golden eyes deepened. "I can make ti. They'll understand."
"Are you hearing yourself?"
"Perfectly, beloved." Hadrian leaned in, nuzzling his nose against the junction of Moulin's neck and shoulders. "Did you not miss ?"
"Of course I did." Moulin frowned, ignoring those traitorous fingers inching down his hips. His own breath hitched as he tried to steer Hadrian's attention away, "I heard you refused any personal etings, even to , and had beco unwell."
The unwell part seed to be true...
Hadrian continued his ministrations, thumbs rubbing lazy circles on the youth's side, feeling the thinness of his shirt and the satisfying dip of his skin. Nevertheless, he didn't forget to entertain Moulin with answers. "Everything has consud my ti, but I know my limits. For I know if you knew, how much scolding would I receive from the young master."
"Has the dark mana flared recently? And your mana surges?" Moulin questioned, breath hitching as he felt raw hands slipping underneath his shirt, slowly caressing the skin of his lower back. They road greedily, leaving a warm trail that almost had him shivering.
Hadrian smiled against Moulin's neck. His golden eyes glead ambiguously as he pressed a kiss underneath the youth's ear. "None of that, but the curse was difficult to control the longer it was kept unchecked. Colahn had done well, examining every day."
Moulin shut his eyes, briefly biting the wall of his mouth as Hadrian's covetous hands found their way to his chest. Heat grew beneath his stomach, and it was almost difficult to concentrate. "O-One could pacify the curse with pure energy. I am currently... currently working on a r-relic... S-Stop moving!"
Breathing rapidly, Moulin complained, but Hadrian quickly sealed his mouth with his own, trapping Moulin until he eventually gave in. The youth instictively wrapped his arms around the man's neck, surrendering and closing the distance between their bodies. The air around them ward quickly, and their breaths mingled, hot against each other's faces.
Golden eyes brimming with desire, Hadrian expertly cradled Moulin as he advance forward, lying the youth on the soft couch as his hands skillfully shed Moulin's trousers and shoes Moulin chased his kiss, biting the man's lip as he felt him settle between his legs while loosening his own garnts. Their bodies rocked in sync as arousal engulfed their minds, strengthened by their longing and passion.
"How beautiful you are..." Hadrian whispered against Moulin's temple, snaking a hand through the youth's silvery waves while venturing the treasures between his smooth thighs. The youth shuddered delectably, and his milky skin flushed red.
Silver eyes moistened with want as the youth felt deft fingers explore his wet folds while his own hands reached to tug his shaft. "Hadrian..."
"Ah..." A wonderful gasp left Moulin's lips when he was breached, the digits sweetly pressing forth inside him. In and out they went, slicked and ravening as if they had a soul of their own.
Hadrian greedily watched his lover's expression as he pleasured him. Felt his thighs quiver, his slender shoulders twitching uncontrollably, and the sounds of his moans, almost a plea to his ears. Ah, how heavenly it was to see him writhe from pleasure, losing himself beautifully.
Hadrian's hand twisted abruptly, and Moulin almost yelped, reaching out to hold the man's thick forearm below. Silver eyes, bright and glistening, narrowed in bla. "Brute..."
With a deep chuckle, Hadrian snuck a hand over the table and brought a small pill in between his teeth. Moulin blinked, dazedly staring at his wild countenance. But what was he biting?
Hadrian's face hovered inches from the youth's' his mouth ghosting over Moulin's lips. Golden eyes are challenging and magnetic as he brings the other half of the pill to kiss Moulin's lips. Moulin opened his mouth with a shuddering breath, biting the other half off. Mind clouded with desire, the bitterness of it faded as they shared a scorching kiss.
"Hmm..." Moulin moaned as Hadrian's fingers abruptly paused. A rumbling whine sounded from him as the man removed his fingers, and sothing warm and blunt pressed against his lower lips. Moulin's breaths hitched.
"My love..." The lord pressed forward, sighing in satisfaction as he felt his lover's warm flesh swallow every bit of him. His hips made shallow thrusts while he swallowed Moulin's beautiful moans.
"Oh..." Moulin felt this writhing pleasure spread beneath his belly. His head felt fuzzy in pleasure as his waist curled, rolling to chase that ecstasy.
Suddenly, Hadrian lifted Moulin and positioned him to sit above. The beauteous youth groaned with the new angle and sudden depth. Slender fingers trembled as they dug into the lord's broad shoulders. Their breaths mingled heatedly, brushing against each other's skin.
Moulin looked down, his silver eyes fixed on profound golden ones. They were like the sun, magnificent and regal, and Moulin didn't mind getting lost in their gaze.
Like magnets, their lips found each other. Two passionate souls fell into deep insatiable pleasure.
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