Darkness filled the vast room—moonlight draping on the furred carpets and the soft edge of the gentle blanket. Night has come, but the warmth of the day lingered within the orange light of the wall lamps. A candle-lit dimness engulfs the threshold.
And bathed by that warm glow, two bodies, half-bare, held each other. Lying on the massive bed. Skin glistening from sweat and the dear light of the moon. As silver eyes lower to their interlocked hands, his breath became slow and steady. The rapid pace of breathing had finally disappeared, and he was resting his head on Lord Hercullio's hard chest. Letting his own lithe figure be embraced and caressed gently.
"Tired?" Golden eyes lower to absorb the alluring expression of his lover. Hadrian slowly inhaled the youth's scent. A drive of possessiveness arising from within the depths of his heart.
Moulin shook his head and replied with a chuckle, "No..."
"It is late..." The man drew his brows together as he spoke. His eyes are glancing at the sight of the moon beyond his balcony.
Moulin shifted and turned to look at Hadrian. His torso rose, and his delicate palms pressed on the lord's chest. "You said you would tell me something. Are you going back on your word now?"
"I thought you would be tired after our-"
Moulin reddened. His eyes narrowed at Hadrian scornfully and threatening. "Shut up and spill it."
A chuckle vibrated from Hadrian's throat. Moulin was ever so adorable and fierce. 'And mine...'
A grin shapes his lips as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss on the youth's head before slowly leaving the bed. Confusion filled Moulin's face as he watched the man put on his night robe with a smile.
"What are you doing?" With a raised eyebrow, Moulin asked. Silver pupils eyed the contracting muscles on the man's back. His gaze swiftly brushes the scratch marks littered on smooth skin. Although knowing he was the sole culprit of those marks, Moulin openly blushed, yet he felt proud of his work.
Without turning around, Hadrian answered while he picked up a thick white-furred coat. "Are you truly not drowsy?"
"Nope..." Replied Moulin as he watched Hadrian approach him. The youth rose from the soft pillows and tilted his head with a curious expression.
A grin adorned the man's handsome face as he slowly bent down to wrap the warm coat around his beloved's shoulders. "If so, hurry and put on your tunic before I have my way with you once again."
At those words, Moulin felt like lightning seemed to strike him and he hurriedly dressed himself for fear of Hadrian's words. Although he wasn't sleepy, he didn't want to wake up late, for he would be meeting his mother tomorrow. And also, he swore he wouldn't be able to walk properly if Hadrian would wring him dry. Hadrian bent down to help him put on his sandals when Moulin shook his head with a charming smile.
"No need for that. I feel having my feet bare."
Hadrian paused for a moment before he smiled and nodded.
Shortly afterwards, Moulin gasped loudly when Hadrian abruptly pulled him close to his chest. He shot the man a glare before he quickly checked if Snow and Keir had been startled by the noise. Fortunately, they were too deeply asleep. The tiny white fox used Keir as a heater, laying on the lack pup's furry back. Honestly, it was the first time Moulin had ever witness Snow sleep like that.
They looked cute and funny.
Instantly, a bright flash of light filled the youth's vision. Gravity lightened for two seconds.
The first to greet the startled young man was the sudden gust of cold wind. It loosened his braided hair almost instantly as soon as it passed.
Whispers of the nightly breeze filled his ears. Eyes, broad as they stared at the enchanting view of the nightly horizon before him. The humungous white moon, the enthralling river of stars illuminating the dark sky, and the glistening dark waves.
