Soft rosy fingertips touched the surface of his abdomen. His pectorals contracted at the caresses of the youth's teasing fingertip. A scorching sensation seemed to linger on where the youth's fingers touched him. Calm yet anticipating breaths. The prominent lord of gold lays submissive on the moistened floor, his torso elevated, stubbornly supported by his elbows.
Arousal eagerly climbing within his lower body. Particularly stimulating his stiffening cock.
Milky white legs, filled with strength, smooth, and curvaceous. Sensually grazing the outer sides of Hadrian's muscular thighs. Moulin leans forward as he crawled near to and stretched out his tongue to lick the lord's bottom lip. Hadrian chuckled at Moulin's actions and opens his mouth to let the youth deepen the kiss. Moulin smile with a humorous chuckle as he kissed the man.
His bare nipples grazed Hadrian's strong chest. The sensitivity made him sigh in pleasure. "Please me..."
The indecent wetness between his parted legs dripped on the man's thighs.
Raising his arm, Hadrian palmed Moulin's behind. His thick fingers dug into the plumpness of the youth's smooth buttocks. The divine softness beneath his palm felt wonderful. Moulin furrows his brows when he felt the rough handling of his bottom.
Hadrian kissed Moulin's chin. He tongued the youth's pale and vulnerable throat, tasting the movement of the bobbing adam's apple. Moulin parted his lips as he lifted his gaze to stare at the ceiling. He let out a stifled moan as he felt the blunt end of Hadrian's fingertip plunged into the bundle of nerves beneath his slick.
"I must serve my master. However, where should I please you, master?" Hadrian grinned as he whispers on Moulin's skin. "Is it here?" Hadrian didn't hesitate to thrust into the eager hole between Moulin's cheeks. The suction would drive him mad.
"Ohh..." Moulin released an open-mouthed moan. His back arched and his pupils trembled as his body shivered. "Gods..."
"My wanton master..." With a soft kiss at the center of Moulin's vulnerable throat, Hadrian inhaled the sweet lavender scent of his beloved's smooth delectable skin. His finger drove deeper inside Moulin. Alternating in slow and vigorous thrusts. He released a stuttering exhale while feeling the tightness of Moulin's inside. Just fantasizing about the sensation it would bring him was enough to bring him to the edge of his release.
But he mustn't, his 'master' would not like it.
A corner of his lips turned up.
Moulin's hips rocked on Hadrian's hand. Meeting the thrust of the thick finger plunging in his back hole. He didn't care about what hold anymore should be pleasure anymore. His mind was reeling as his body ached to be filled.
When another finger was inserted, Moulin gasped. The stretch clouded his mind. Muddled and uncertain. Watery silver eyes glanced upwards as his slender arms wrapped around Hadrian's neck. Holding on in desperation.
"Hurry... and... put it in..." Moulin's breathing turned erratic. He groaned when Hadrian's fingers suddenly stopped.
"You will be hurt." With a gentle smile, Hadrian raised his gaze, meeting the irritated eyes of the young man looking down on him.
"You dare disobey me?" Moulin hissed like a kitten brandishing his claws.
The sight amused Hadrian but he only gave a helpless expression. "I wouldn't dare..."
Moulin then forcibly grabbed Hadrian's chin with his fingers and snarled. "Then do as I say or lose my favor..."
How fierce. Golden eyes gleamed with amusement. It was always intriguing to witness this side of Moulin. So unyielding and determined. It makes him want to see him break, sobbing helplessly underneath his body. Truly, it would be exquisite.
