A red flush traveled down the youth's pale face towards his chest. The air grew warr against Moulin's skin, making him feel slightly hazy.
Suddenly, he flinched. A large hand gently held his ankle, snaking its way upwards. The youth raised a brow, tilting his head as he watched. Just as the man was about to stop, Moulin leaned back as though giving permission. His enchanting beauty was blindingly seductive.
Hadrian leaned forward while his golden eyes traced the movents of his hands. His brows twitched as he felt those delicate toes curved, arching around the firm flesh underneath the fabric. The man's fingers briefly twitched as he continued his teasing ministrations.
His fingertips finally reached Moulin's wet core, damp and warm as he inched closer, pulling an inner flesh aside with his thumb.
"Ah..." Moulin's head fell back, chest heaving, and eyes clouded.
With the foot dangerously pressing on him, Hadrian's movents were only limited. His forehead glistened with sweat as he lathered his fingers in Moulin's wetness before slipping two fingers inside- a clench and pull. The youth's mouth parted as though in relief.
Hadrian's gaze, golden and ravenous, took in the sight. The beautiful young man arched for him helplessly, writhing as his thick forearm moved back and forth between his slender legs. The sinful act, hidden underneath Moulin's long tunic. But the squelching sounds were too lewd for one's ears.
Moulin barely felt the stretch as another finger joined in, teasingly slow as though trying to mold his insides. The ceiling swayed before his eyes, while his knees shook.
"Does it please you, master?"
A deep voice fell into his ears, gripping Moulin's soul. The youth shivered as a smile graced his face.
"Hah..."
A scoff.
Putting so strength into his arms, Moulin sat up, briefly struck by the extrely erotic scene before him. Hadrian kept his gaze on Moulin as he continued to finger continuously. The veins of his arms bulged, and his forehead glistened with sweat. Moulin swallowed.
Those hands that had easily vanquished evil now struggled helplessly, doing the most depraved things between his legs.
Unable to resist it any longer, Moulin pushed Hadrian off him and, with a loud squelch, those hot fingers left as the man fell back on the chair. His actions abruptly surprised the lord. Moulin's actions were faster than Hadrian's thoughts.
Silver eyes dripping with desire gazed at Hadrian as though entrapping the man in a spell. Moulin felt like a fire was setting him ablaze as he climbed on Hadrian's lap, spreading and wrapping his legs around the man's clothed waist. The large chair creaked underneath their combined weight.
"My love..." The youth spoke against Hadrian's lips. No kissing and barely touching. Only their breaths mingled intimately. "It burns deliciously... will you help ?"
Golden eyes glead. "How could I refuse?..."
Those warm, large hands grasped the youth's plush buttocks, molding delightfully around his fingers. Hadrian knew Moulin was always diligent in training, but how co every part of him felt so fucking soft?
"... What do you want to do?" Hadrian spoke, oblivious to how hoarse his voice sounded to Moulin.
The youth wrapped his arms around Hadrian's neck and tilted his head to place a soft kiss on the man's nose. His ears burned for what he was about to say.
"I want to sit down..." He whispered. Bathump! His heartbeat quickened. "Can you let it out for ?"
The golden lord lets out a frustrated breath. His hands squeezed Moulin's rear before he moved to untie his pants. With a smile, Moulin kissed Hadrian. Their tongue tangled in a dance as the kiss went deeper. With a moan, Moulin closed his eyes and savored the sensations in his mouth.
With a gasp in between the kiss, Moulin felt Hadrian's rough fingers pushing inside him. He shuddered pleasurably as those fingertips began exploring him, curling and twisting, and thrusting inside to the knuckle. The youth's knees weakened instantly.
"Now, now..." The man's deep voice spoke as he removed his fingers and wrapped his arm around Moulin's weakened waist. His other hand wrapped itself around his thick shaft, giving himself a few strokes before positioning it towards Moulin's slick hole.
"... Aren't I good?... Let satisfy you, young master."
"Ahh..."
The stretch made Moulin see stars. An electrifying feeling filled his body, concentrating at the depth of his navel. His fingers dug into the man's back as his thighs trembled uncontrollably. But he couldn't resist sinking himself, chasing that pleasurable feeling, inch by inch. The burn was sweetly painful, and he loved it. What is happening to him? Even his thoughts were all too lecherous!
Moulin gasped as he felt the cock inside him move slowly, thrusting annoyingly slow as pleasure began bubbling inside him. He gasped. "Hadrian..."
The man let out a groan, holding his lover's waist as he rolled his waist. The sweet, moist muscle surrounding his mber felt too addictive and unforgettable. He could do this forever, locking this trembling young man in his embrace and ravishing him from within.
"Yes..." Moulin's sweet voice whispered like a siren's promise.
The lord could not help but grit his teeth. His movents beca more aggressive. Thrusting with refined precision, savoring the mind-blowing sensations.
As though sensing his thoughts, Moulin furrowed his brows and abruptly wrapped his hand around Hadrian's neck. The sudden action instantly paused the man's actions.
" Growing bold, are we?" Panting between words, Moulin spoke. His silver eyes are sharp as a blade despite looking so alluring.
"Settle down..." Moulin placed a too innocent kiss on the golden-eyed man's lips. His pelvic muscles moved languidly, stoking the flas of Hadrian's burning arousal. "Let … do it."
He didn't wait for a response and sank onto the man's cock in one swift motion. The pair moaned together, feeling their intimate places rging just right. The damp, slick feeling, coupled with controlled flexion, was the most pleasurable. Moulin thought he'd finish the mont he rolled his hips.
But they were far from finished…
"Ahh… ah… " Moulin closed his eyes as he moved his hips with smooth mastery. Fluid-limbed, he bounced up and down, taking the man's shaft to the hilt. The tingling feeling in his quim went to his head, making him too dazed to focus on anything else.
Hadrian fell back, watching the young man use him like a pleasure toy. His hands clenched around the armrest. His strength was strong enough to crack the surface wood. His list-filled eyes narrowed.
"Ohh… yes…" Moulin moaned, out of his mind.
What a sight…
The silver-head youth rode him in coiled strength and a predatory grace. Silver eyes barely opened as they glanced down to where their intimate areas t. The wetness shared inside them spilled down Moulin and Hadrian's thighs as the young man's movents grew fiercer. He felt Moulin clench around him, undoubtedly loving what he was seeing as well…
"How wanton…" An annoying smirk graced the man's handso and disheveled countenance.
"Yeah?" Moulin opened his eyes while keeping his pace steady. His wavy curls bounced on his back as their ends tickled Hadrian's knees. The wet noises and their moans seed to fill the entire room.
Suddenly, the youth raised his hands to his chest, pinching the perked-up nipples over his tunic. Hadrian's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected action. A vein bulged at his neck as he watched agonizingly.
How cute… Moulin thought as he continued to play with his body. Like a skilled dancer, his body was flexible and soft. He raised his rear only to sink quickly, repeating the actions over and over until the familiar feeling in his navel grew.
"Moulin…"
He heard Hadrian's raspy voice and knew even Hadrian was at his limit. Moulin's movents grew faster and aggressive, the right amount of pain and pleasure, pulling them towards the climax.
"Ah!"
Sothing seed to burst inside him. He trembled, overwheld with the sensitivity. Warm and wet, spurting within his inner walls as he squeezed the throbbing cock inside him. He felt the man under him shiver uncontrollably. Fluid overflowed from their privates. Dripping laviciously.
Spent and breathing heavily, Moulin leaned against Hadrian's chest. Now he felt too tired to move…
"Had enough?…"
Moulin's brows furrowed. This man doesn't quit, does he? He raised his gaze and t Hadrian's deep golden eyes. Moulin stopped.
The man looked at him tenderly as though he were the most precious thing in the world. That enchanting feeling of being loved and adored, just from looking into this man's beautiful eyes. Moulin swallowed. The wonderful flush on his cheeks grew redder.
"Haha…"
With a chuckle, Moulin cradled the man's face and kissed him as tenderly as Hadrian looked at him. This ti, the kiss was affectionate, filled with boundless ardor and devotion. Their souls sang, celebrating their union. It made them tremble as this beautiful feeling of completeness consud them.
With one last smooch, Moulin pulled away. "Did I tire you now?…"
Hadrian caressed Moulin's cheek as he leaned close. "I would never…"
In one swift move, the golden lord carefully carried him as he stood up. Moulin laughed adoringly as he was laid down on his working desk. He watched Hadrian lean close and kissed him one more ti before thrusting his hips.
"Oh… " Moulin moaned against his lips. "Hadrian…"
"Yes…" The man replied, kissing his lips, his eyes, his jaw, as he pounded deep. The table creaked from his fierce actions, but none of them could care less if it broke. Moulin spread his legs as he felt his insides tingle, heat rising at every thrust. He couldn't help but grasp his own mber and stroke. His other hand fell on Hadrian's stomach, feeling the firm muscles pulse under his palm.
The two spent hours savoring each other's bodies, desperate and brimming with passion. Each lost in the other's eyes. Their lust-filled voices and tender words were music to their ears.
The bedroom grew warr.
…..
Moulin didn't know what ti it was when he woke up. However, the windows remained bright, so perhaps he didn't sleep that long. His exhausted body drew closer to Hadrian's body. Both of them, freshly washed and exhausted, embraced each other as they rested.
The young man realized Hadrian was still asleep. The fearso Golden Dragon Knight was deeply asleep in his bed. Moulin couldn't help but feel pride. His fingers gently reach out and caress the man's handso face. Sharp and masculine features and enchanting golden hair…
'Like a fairytale prince…' Moulin thought. Before, never in his life had he thought he'd love soone so great… It was tis like these that he was reminded that he'd have a chance to love after even through the lowest tis of his life…
The youth smiled. He burrowed himself deeper into Hadrian's embrace and closed his eyes.
…..
But just as he was about to fall asleep, a strange feeling abruptly pierced his senses.
"..?"
Moulin's eyes snapped open. His senses rang in alarm, almost confusing him. 'What is this...'
Suddenly, the light from the windows began to darken…
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