The scent of soothing lavender-honey blend melted Moulin's insides as he sighs within the comfort of the warm waters welcoming his bare skin. Naked from head to toe, like a divine yet devilish seductress who sought to devour the hearts of men and women alike. Flower petals in different shades floated on the surface of the glaucous waters, and the warm steam somewhat served to heighten the already appealing atmosphere.
A flush of pink painted his naked back that leaned on the smooth edge of the pool. Slowly silver pupils peeked from between the fluttering lashes of the youth. Moulin gradually turns his head and stares at the golden-haired man taking off his shirt and tossing it on the stone bench where Moulin had neatly folded his. Watching the rippling muscles of Hadrian's back contract made Moulin narrow his eyes slightly. The man's masculinity never failed to make him feel envious and heated at the same time. There was a strange satisfaction just watching the man bare himself before his eyes. Moulin felt unusually enticed.
"Done?" He could not help but say.
A deep chuckle resounded throughout the room. The very sound of it made Moulin felt shivers claim up his spine. His throat felt parched.
"You sound quite eager, young master." Hadrian turns his head and eyes the captivating sight of the youth. He secretly inhaled a sharp breath. A stuttering exhale, and he boldly removed his lower garments without a second thought. The symbol of his masculinity, erect like a weapon. Moulin didn't shy his eyes away this time; however, embarrassment still painted his delicate cheeks. As Hadrian approached the pool's edge, Moulin stood up from his spot and began to move towards Hadrian. The water gorgeously rippled around Moulin's hips. He's a bewitching siren eyeing his victim.
"Sit"
That one word escaped his mouth, and Hadrian only revealed an amused smile as he obeyed. He sits at the edge of the pool. His knees hooking the blunt border. Let's g the water soak his feet and parting his thighs to welcome the intriguing lover.
Moulin settles himself between Hadrian's muscular thighs. His fingertips enticing touched the rough skin and slightly kneading it. Lifting his chin, water droplets fell from his lashes and his chin. His rosy lips, plump and inviting. Eager and yearning for touch.
Hadrian bent his head and carefully held Moulin's cheeks. His breath grew heavy at the mind-hazing view beneath him. Any man would be foolish to hesitate in ravishing the beauty before him. Hadrian was no fool, but for the young man's love, he would even cut out his heart.
"Kiss me..." Moulin whispers, stretching out his neck like a starving mermaid in the water.
Hadrian smiles, "Yes, Master..."
Moulin held Hadrian's hands that were caressing his cheeks and pulled Hadrian closer. The wet slide of the man's tongue welcomes itself inside Moulin's mouth. Stroking and exploring with a wet sound. Moulin moans as he subconsciously held Hadrian's arm to steady himself. Hadrian's grip on his nape was right. The dominance hidden underneath that submissive act resurfaced instantly as soon as the man had tasted the sweet addicting mouth belonging to the youth who was holding unto him with desperation. Wetness shamelessly flowed in between Moulin's thighs underneath the water.
A silver string connected their lips when Moulin pulled away for air. His fingertips were digging into the man's skin, almost strong enough to draw blood.
Hadrian's hand that rested on the youth's vulnerable nape slowly climbs to weave its's fingers through Moulin's silky white hair. Moulin only releases a gasp as his hazy eyes meet Hadrian's dark ones. The man grinned, "How I love it when you become so eager for my touch."
Suddenly, fierceness flashes in those endearing silver eyes. "I didn't tell you to speak..."
The grin became wider. "Forgive me; I didn't realize."
