a gorgeous white by Heather_anare

275: Love making(2)

"I will bring you with me."

The golden rings of his eyes gleamed with a promise.

Moulin was surprised by the unexpected decision. When he opened his mouth to

Delicate fingertips dig into the hard muscle of both arms, clenching and spasming along with the rhythm of powerful thrusts. As Moulin's body rocked, he gasped and moaned. Hadrian's name, leaking out from his lips. Drunk by the pleasure his lover was offering him.

"Hadrian..." Moulin whimpers as he's jerked upwards when Hadrian thrusts into him firmly. Hadrian's arm slipped between Moulin and the mattress, clinging around the youth's waist like a vice. His hand is reaching for Moulin's nape. Thumb, kneading the spot at the base of the young man's skull, drawing circles, and aiming to soothe. However, Moulin was beyond soothed.

Liquid seeped from their intimate parts, soaking the sheets beneath. Moulin arched his neck as they moved, exposing the delightful expanse of his flushed throat, kissed by the blissful arousal. His body boiled, heating up as Hadrian kept thrusting, grinding his hips. Sometimes slow, allowing Moulin the time to breathe and suffer from the torturous rhythm. And sometimes fast, the forceful pound would make Moulin a moaning mess, holding on Hadrian's arms yet pleadingly yearned for more.

A low chuckle escaped from Hadrian's mouth as be kissed Moulin's chin while the young man savored his movements. "Just how do you like it?"

Hadrian ceased his movements. Only grinding down their intimate parts and sweetly kissing the youth's jaw. Smiling on Moulin's skin, Hadrian hummed as he waited. "Which is it, my love?"

Moulin breathes out. Chest lowering and rising alternatively. He narrowed his eyes while he longed for the pleasure he was derived. He hissed, "J-Just move, you brute."

His breathless, stuttering voice only brought out a chuckle from Hadrian. He leaned back. The man's golden gaze scrutinized the mind-muddling picture beneath him. It was breathtaking. He would give the world for this, and he wasn't lying.

Smooth with a bit of muscled in them, slender legs are trembling as Hadrian's body separates them. Moulin was glaring at him. Cheeks flushed, swollen red lips parted enticing, and his silver eyes glowed with threat and lust. Such a combination appeared exceptionally ravishing and amusing for the high Lord. A mystifying exquisite creature was playing beneath him, luring him to the depths of love and desire. And he was his.

Hadrian's throat rumbled a groan. Who was he to keep such a creature waiting to be touched? Moulin needed his touch, his heart, and his soul. Like Moulin, Hadrian needed him as well. So much, Hadrian wanted to rip everyone apart to mold the youth to his body, in his embrace, never separating.

How wonderful would that be?

"H-Hadrian..." Moulin'a brows furrowed. His tear-stained eyes were filled with confusion and desire as he looked into the crazed look in Hadrian's eyes. The desire to monopolize, to possess was so great it made Moulin shudder to the depth of his bones.

And yet, Moulin wanted it. He loved it.

Hearing his lover's voice, Hadrian's gaze deepened. Like a beast unleashed. The hand on Moulin's thigh tightened. A delicate hand suddenly caressed his cheek softly. The Lord turned his head and kissed Moulin's palm.

"Hadrian..."

Hadrian looked at Moulin, his lips resting on the youth's palm.

Silver eyes glistened. "Hurry... Please me..."

Hadrian smiled against his hand. His eyes, magnetic and captivating. "Of course, my love."

Hadrian held Moulin's thigh, grabbing his ankle and hooking it over his shoulder. Moulin felt exposed, and when Hadrian hitched closer, he groaned as he felt the member inside him push deeper, slipping past his walls smoothly.