Sigh...
Deeply exhaling, a young man paced back and forth inside the empty study. His waist-length air flowed behind him like a cape of silver. The youth closed his eyes uncomfortably as his thoughts began to consu him.
Ah, good thing the others left. It would be embarrassing for soone to see him so nervous, anxious. He'd be unable to focus throughout the whole day. His ntors left to see through the 'red feather', transported to the Aether Vaults. Hadrian brought back the demon remnant to be studied. Perhaps, there would be so secrets to unravel that would help them get an advantage against the red demon armies.
And Hadrian... would co back to him.
"But what is taking him so long?" The youth frowned deeply.
.....
Huff!
Moulin stopped and turned his head towards the little snow-white fox, sitting on the bed and tilting its round head. Snow's beady eyes sparkled as his ears perked up. Moulin's brows are drawn together in confusion.
All of a sudden, the little fox jumped off the bed and scurried out of the half-opened door.
"Snow? Where are you-"
Moulin froze. A familiar shift of mana.
Silver eyes widened. In months, he finally felt that familiar change in the air. The realm's barrier rippled, welcoming its old guest.
His feet were already moving before he could realize. Through the hallways and bursting through the terrace doors facing the garden, the presence grew clearer and stronger. Moulin's hands abruptly grasped the balustrade and hastily looked down.
Ao!
There at the center of the garden, a well-known figure stood surrounded by the garden's exotic plants. The golden-haired man looked down towards the little gremlin, excitedly clawing on his pant leg. Snow yapped loudly, bursting with enthusiasm like a babbling baby.
The man had removed his silver armor and now was garbed in a white loose tunic like a prince who snuck out for a midnight rendezvous. His face, clean and shaven, and his hair disheveled and golden as the sun.
As though sensing Moulin's gaze, Hadrian looked up. The youth flinched before swallowing. His heart pounded erratically within his chest. The feeling bottled up inside him began to suffocate him.
He croaked out, "Welco back..."
Hadrian's eyes softened, and instead of replying, he slowly stretched out his arms. Moulin smiled before hastily turning around. His footsteps quickened, but before he could exit the terrace, he stopped in his tracks.
"Ah, seriously..." Moulin muttered under his breath.
Swish!
From below, a shadow obscured Hadrian's vision. Golden pupils glead as his hands instinctively reached out. A strong gust of wind surrounded their figures as Hadrian caught the wild young man into his arms.
Moulin embraced him tightly. His hands trembled as he fisted clothes on the man's back. He heard a deep chuckle in his ear, but continued to bury his face into the man's neck.
Hadrian returned the hug with the sa strength. His gaze overflowed with tenderness.
"Ao! Ao! Ao!"
The endearing scene was interrupted as a little ball of fluff began running around them in circles. His fluffy tail was wagging excitedly as he continued barking.
"Ao! Ao! Ao!"
"Ugh…" Moulin abruptly opened his eyes.
He lifted his head and called out. "Snow! Go play!" Moulin pointed towards a swarm of yellow butterflies in the distance.
Easily distracted, the little fox yipped excitedly before rushing towards the butterflies.
Moulin stared at the little fluffball, making sure Snow was kept busy. Suddenly, he flinched when he felt Hadrian bury his face into the side of his neck. The man's big arms caged him tightly as his fingers spread, pressing into Moulin's flesh beneath his thin garnts, as he wanted his touch to reach everywhere. The youth blinked as he let Hadrian have his fill. The flush on his face grew a few shades deeper.
"Agonizingly long… I have waited…" The golden Lord muttered into his lavender-scented skin.
Moulin slowly pulled away slightly and cradled Hadrian's face in his hands. Silver eyes gazed into the man's eyes before slowly trailing down his nose and finally his lips. With a smile, Moulin inched closer. Silver eyes looked brilliantly endearing.
"And I have missed you agonizingly long as well…" Moulin whispered, connecting their lips. Like a collapsing dam, desire and affection ca overflowing from their souls.
Lifting Moulin, Hadrian had to lift his head, but despite the height difference, Hadrian controlled the rhythm of their lips and tongue. Moaning, the white-haired youth could only surrender and let the man lead.
Moulin didn't know how he suddenly found himself inside the house, but he was too caught up to care. Kissing desperately like they were starving for each other. He felt like he was placed on a familiar setting. His eyes barely opened, but when he did, he realized they were in his bedroom. He, sitting on the surface of his work desk, as Hadrian held his jaw and angling it as they kissed deeper.
"Mmm..."
The wet sounds of their mouths were too lecherous to bear, but Moulin couldn't even budge his arms as Hadrian wrapped his arm around his body. Rough fingers snaked into those silvery waves, cradling the lower part of Moulin's head firmly.
Oh, Moulin loved kissing. He enjoyed having his head emptied with only the sensations of their lips and breaths filling his mind. Ah, he lost himself again.
"Hadrian..." Moulin pulled away. His lips not even leaving Hadrian's as he spoke hoarsely.
Golden eyes overflowed with lust. Moulin internally shivered at how he loved that look on Hadrian's gaze. However, he put a hand between them and spoke. "Your mana..."
Hadrian smiled, pressing a brief kiss on the youth's lips as he leaned closer. His sinful hands began to creep under the blue shirt Moulin was wearing. "I have been well... Took care of most of the manic episodes... They had gradually beco quieter, the more I ditated..."
The more Hadrian inched closer, the more Moulin could feel the distinct hardness pressing between his legs. Moulin's mind struggled to process the man's words. His face beca hotter and redder.
"And... Ah... your corruption." The youth shivered unconsciously as familiar kisses began trailing down his jaw, his ears, and his neck. The man's hands sinfully massaged his nape. It almost felt hypnotizing. Moulin thought Hadrian was trying to make a ss of his brain.
"Ah..." The lord's eyes deepened. His hot breath caressed Moulin's neck. "I have been a very diligent man. Obediently following the rituals just as you said..."
Did you really? Moulin pulled away from him again and pressed a hand on his chest. Hadrian stared at him in awe. The youth's tunic, half-opened, and the obvious bulge in his pants, long legs, open like an invitation. Silver eyes are half-lidded and drunk in desire while his skin glowed richly from the heat. And that wanton look on his face...
"Since you did well..." A corner of the youth's rosy lips lifted. His pointer finger pushed Hadrian's chest back until the man stepped back. The back of his knees hit sothing, and Hadrian was forced to sit back on the ornate chair.
His gaze on Moulin was predatory. The youth smiled as his hands fell on his own hips, teasingly pulling down his pants. "... You deserve a reward."
The man sitting raised his brows in amusent. The line on his pants beca more and more prominent. To think Moulin could say such scandalous words... It made him crave more of it...
"But..." Moulin began taking off his pants. Pale white skin revealed itself before those scorching golden eyes. Those lean muscles and long limbs would make anyone go feral, itching to cover them with marks. "... only if you'll still be a good boy and sit prettily for ."
"Hah..." The sound that escaped Hadrian was almost of disbelief. His fingers flinched on the armrests as his jaw clenched. This little vixen...
Hadrian watched the youth's lips tremble as they parted. The slender body was imrsed in a sensual dance. Moulin's body arched under Hadrian's burning gaze as he slowly took off his shoes, one by one, pink toes curling intimately. Moulin even dared to smirk as he took off his underwear, his eyes never breaking from Hadrian's gaze.
Then he placed his hands on his knees, making dents as they seed to mold to his fingertips. Hadrian watched his fingers slowly travel towards his inner thighs. His legs parted easily as he leaned back, giving the man a wonderful view between his legs. Moulin never knew he could be this wanton, but there was sothing about Hadrian watching him helplessly that made him feel so alive, drowning in thrill.
Moulin grasped his own mber; the little thing had grown firr as he pumped a few strokes. Pleasuring himself selfishly as he lets his mouth moan freely. Drenched in slick, he rolled his hips along with his hand as his other hand crept lower underneath.
"Mmm...Ah..."
The youth didn't even care what expression Hadrian was now wearing as he rubbed his fingers on his slick lower lips, trying to reach the peak alone. Fingertips pressed in quick circles while his hand stroked his shaft continuously.
"Oh, god..."
Finally, a bubble of arousal bursts inside him, leaving Moulin trembling. His mouth opened as he let out a shaky breath. His legs quivered pitifully as his thigh closed, trapping his hands in between.
Panting, Moulin lifted his gaze and flinched.
Like a beast staring at its prey, the man wore a dark gaze, burning with desire. There was no longer a smile on his face, but a darkness threatening to break its chains and conquer.
Moulin should be scared...
"Hah..." The youth smiled. He seductively leaned back and raised a leg, naughtily pressing his toes on the man's hardness. The heat he felt caused a shiver to run down his spine.
"..... Do you want more?"
Moulin swore he saw a vein bulge on the man's temple.
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