a gorgeous white by Heather_anare

254: Moumou, a curious lad

A hot breath escaped luscious parted lips, heaving. Pale skin glistening with sweat. And his long lashes were moist with teardrops. He looked exquisite. Absolutely breathtakingly within the view of the man underneath him.

As he bounced, the youth's moan-mixed pants sounded so beautiful in Hadrian's ears. Shoulder's trembling, eyes lowered, and his painted red. Like a incubus brought to suck his soul and leaving him empty. However, Hadrian will never be satisfied. He wanted more. Those years of abstinence as he yearned for the one he loved accumulated into something dark and dangerous inside him. He was like a bomb, seconds from exploding.

"Ah!" The youth arched his back. His head thrown backward making his silky hair draped down his back in elegant waves. The smooth column of his throat made Hadrian want to mark it. Dark possessiveness bloomed in his heart. Gritting his teeth, his eyes flashed goldenly, and his hands held Moulin's waist tightly. In one move, he tugged the young man downwards to meet his thrust.

Moulin gasped as his hands quickly held the lord's hands. His breath stuttered, and his eyes grew wide at the sudden action. He felt his insides were being pummeled, and he could not help but hold on.

Hadrian grunted at each thrust. The sensation was strong enough to intoxicate him, filling his mind with nothing but the wet allure of his lover's body. Moulin's hips thrust downwards to meet his man's thrusts. His head tilted to his side as he raised his glazed eyes. His heart was pounding wildly, and he knew Hadrian wasn't feeling less the same. With an open-mouthed moan, Moulin leaned forward while he kept moving. He raised his hand and held the lord's cheek. Silver eyes deepened, overwhelmed by desire and the presence of his lover.

Moulin wanted to comfort him. His poor lover who waited for him for several agonizing years in this land engulfed by darkness. It was painful for him, he knew. He couldn't imagine the suffering his lover had experience during his absence.

"Moulin..." Hadrian hoarsely whispered as he leaned forward. Moulin's lips were hovering above his own. The hands on the young man's waist climb to his spine. Rough fingers tracing the line up to Moulin's nape. Moulin was here in his arms.

"I'm here..." Silver eyes were layered with tears as he kissed Hadrian's lips lovingly.

Hadrian furrowed his brows. His hands brushing away the tears at the corner of Moulin's eyes. The heat in his lower body rose hotter and hotter. He moved faster, pistoning his hips and groaning. His arm, a vice around Moulin's waist. His mouth, hungry, devouring the flawless skin on Moulin's collarbone.

Lost in the depth of smoldering pleasure, Moulin embraced his lover. With a gaping mouth, he felt his body rocked against the powerful thrust. He felt Hadrian's skin sliding against his own and the bubbling stimulation yanking him higher and higher. His knees and his shoulders trembled strongly.

"H-Hadrian!" He calls as though pleading.

Hadrian response with a deep whisper in his ear. His voice sent shivers down Moulin's spine. But it was Hadrian's words that made him blank out.

"I love you..."

The passion ignited inside Moulin's heart. His stomach clench, and his face was flushed red. He couldn't react when he felt his body fall backward, and the mattress met his back.

He lifted his eyes. Their bodies, still connected. He's met with Hadrian's deep gaze. His eyes, brighter than the sun, more precious than gold. It was these eyes that made everyone fear the lord. Yet, it was staring at him passionately. Raw earnest passion. So intense it made Moulin unable to form words.

And when Hadrian moved once again. This time, torturously slow yet filled with emotion. He thrusts as he stares into Moulin's eyes. His lips slowly inching closer to Moulin's lips.