𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷'𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓐𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷'𝓼 𝓫𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓮

stave ...

He again pushed him away. He made him feel unwanted, hated; Allen was used for his own purposes and then banished. Lucien's voice wade through Allen's back, to his shoulders and right into his ear: "This is your fault!" he said and then...

... and then Allen kissed him. Only a touch to his tenderly cold skin made the blue eyes fix their sharp gaze on the dark one. And that's when he said: "First thought, best thought". And then Allen kissed him.

He placed his hot finders onto his own lips and it reminded him of the softness of Lucien's lips. They were cold and dry but so soft...

In a fit of rage and melancholy, frustration and hopelessness, Allen slammed the door hard behind him as he left the room. He opened the door to the bedroom before entering. The man halted as he turned around. His heart was thumping so loudly and rapidly so his body trembled. The golden hair of a tall, slender figure was lit by the table lamp's dim light.

The dark eyes and blue one met once again. Once again, the air became brimming with coldness, and unrestrained desire. They were standing and looking at each other in such a tensed silence. Lucien took one step, then another, and his legs were already carrying him to the lower silhouette, which had been standind still for the whole the time. He stopped and lowered his head slightly not to lose Allen's gaze. Curly haired boy's shoulders were locked deadly, and his eyes were buried in that tempting azure one.

- Breathe, - Lucien murmured calmly, recalling the moment when they lay drunk on sidewalk as the sun rose. And he was laying on Allen's knees, smiling at those caramel eyes.

Allen let out shaking breath, and smile on Lucien's face got widder. He was looking at him unashamedly, while blush was covering Allen's cheeks. Lucien reached his arm out. Gently he wiped the dark curls from the boy's face which were resting naughtily on his forehead, slightly touching Allen's warm skin with his fingertips.

The heart was beating faster and louder. It appeared as if the entire world had stopped and all that existed was them. Maddening silence crept into Allen's mind as he stared into those seducing blue eyes.

Lucien leaned slowly toward Allen, keeping his gaze on him. The blond haired boy folded his arm behind the back clenching his fingers together. The more anxiety he saw in Allen's eyes, the more his lips blurred into smile. They could feel each other breath when the tips of their noses barely touched. Leaning even closer Lucien pressed his lips against Allen's one. When he's pulled away his smile vanished. He impatiently reached back to Allen's lips, laying his palm to the boy's cheek.

Lucien couldn't stop - he didn't want to. His body was drawn more and more to Allen's. He pressed him to the doors and slammed his palm against the boy's head.

- Touch me, - he exhaled with his eyes closed. He wanted to feel Allen's touch on him, he desperately wanted to feel it. Allen's trembling fingers touched his neck uncertainly. He kissed him again. Then his fingers went more confidently run through Lucien's hair. It was soft. Just as soft as Allen imagined it.

While the emotions were swirling in Allen, fear and hesitations were mixing with passion and adrenaline; his hands slipped under Lucien's shirt exploring his body.  His entire body was scorching. It pressed itself closer to him. The kiss grew deeper and more passionate.

For the first time, Lucien couldn't control his desire. He just didn't want to. Just one Allen's touch made him to deepen the kiss. The feeling of Allen's skin being pressed against his one deepened the kiss. Never before had he felt that much power and helplessness all at once. His confidence grew as he knew the way he made Allen feel. As they kissed, Lucien's lips softened into a smile. He barely pulled himself away from Allen, who was breathing just as rapidly as Lucien. Allen's lips were swollen and red, while his cheeks were burning. Once he looked at Lucien, he grinned once again. He started taking small steps backward.

- Take off your clothes, - he said as he walked till his body hit with the bed. Lucien was now seated on the bed with his legs apart and leaning on his arms meeting Allen's confused gaze. He attentively watched Allen's every move. Uncertainly, the boy carefully unbuttoned his shirt before letting the trousers fall down. In front of a fully dressed Lucien, he was only wearing his underwear.

The corners of Lucien's mouth rose up. He was having a detailed look of the boy's body as Allen stumbled uncomfortably around the do. "Come here," he spoke quietly, as Allen approached Lucien, who was leaning back even more. The blue eyes never left the brown one. Lucien stood up quickly. He placed a gentle kiss on Allen's lips before instantly slipping to the neck, leaving marks on his skin. He was leaving traces everywhere, from the collarbones to the chest and the stomach, as he went down until his lips came in contact with Allen's underwear. His body uncontrollably arched in pleasure. He rashly straightened himself up and cleared his throat, giving Lucien a sense of power and causing his smile to widen. In a single movement, he pulled Allen's underwear down, letting his lips rest against the warm skin. Allen moaned and clutched his hands.

-What are you doing to me... - Lucien murmured softly, looking into Allen's eyes. And his lips touched the warm skin again.

...

the power of the
*intense eye contact*

written on November 24th²⁰²⁰.

finished at 1:40 am.

edited on August 08th 2023.