a gorgeous white by Heather_anare

302: Sweet moments in the room

Hands clenched tightly, bringing within it golden strands, clutching on them as though his life was on the line. Moulin clenched his jaw, breathing out hot breaths. He felt as though his body was on fire. Strong limbs held him in place, lifted one of his feet from the floor. the back of his knee hooked around one muscular arm. The translucent fabric fell off his shoulder, baring his smooth milky skin. His chest alternately rose and lowered while he arched his neck, allowing warm lips to touch his vulnerable flesh. There was the thrill of the position and the showcase of strength between them.

Hadrian had Moulin pressed against the wall, ignoring the bed that waited for them. He kept savoring Moulin's pale skin with his tongue, marring it with his marks, leaving imprints of him. He didn't care who might see them when they leave. Hadrian smiled when the youth gasped as he hitched Moulin's leg higher on his elbow. Hadrian's fingers spread on the wooden wall behind Moulin. His veins pulsed as he restrained the desire just to take Moulin in the next second.

Moulin bit his lips when he felt Hadrian's other hand slip down from his stomach. His lips parted in a gasp when he felt those large hands slip inside the slit in the middle of his thigh, creeping nearing into his core. The careful slowness of Hadrian's fingers aroused anticipation within the youth.

Out of the blue, Hadrian suddenly thrusts his fingers against the drenched slit making Moulin abruptly hold on to him in surprise. The youth's hand shot out to clutched at Hadrian's shoulder. Moulin's heart drummed endlessly. When he found his calm, he abruptly looked up and glared at the smirking face gazing at him.

"It's not funny." Moulin snapped. "I thought I was gonna fall."

Shaking his head, Hadrian leaned down and kissed Moulin's frowning lips. "Even if you fall, I will catch you."

Moulin looked at Hadrian and sighed. Cliche. "You better promise that."

"Mn."

Moulin smiled, curling his hands around Hadrian's neck and bringing their foreheads together. His eyelids lowered as he felt the gentle strokes between his legs. His other feet were on the tips of his toes, trying to balance himself as he was spread open. The fabric on him was almost transparent. He could see the thrusting fingers moving beneath him, how it parted his opening, moving slowly against the sensitive flesh. The visual was so overwhelming, but he couldn't stop staring. Moulin was oblivious by his dazed expression as well as the reddening of his ears. He didn't know how intriguing he looked within Hadrian's gaze.

Now with three digits inside, to the end of every knuckle, sliding in and out. Moulin swallowed. His fingertips trembled as he clutched Hadrian's shoulder. "Y-You said this would be q-quick." He rasped.

"Yes..." Hadrian leaned and whispered against his luscious lips. Kissing the youth gently, he began to quicken his movements, rolling his hips in between Moulin's thighs. "A little more..."

"Mmmn..." Moulin gulped as he closed his eyes, feeling Hadrian close every bit of space between their bodies. Moulin was shocked by his flexibility. His delicate hands found their way on Hadrian's broad back. Fingertips, digging into the man's clothes as his body rocked slightly. Moulin felt his insides squirm. His drenched walls were tightening at every penetration. "Wa-Wait."

"Relax..." Hadrian whispered. "I will be quick."

Slick dripped on the floor beneath them. Pleasure rolled in waves inside Moulin. It rose higher and higher. Until Moulin shuddered, cringing as he climbed up the apex of desire. His toes curled, and his muscles stiffened. His forehead glistened with sweat. Afterward, he laid limp in Hadrian's arms, breathing out wearily. However, Hadrian didn't cease, thrusting his fingers slowly inside Moulin's wet heat. Moulin kept flinching. Hands were abruptly clutching Hadrian as his sensitivity was being played nonstop.