Xion’s lips parted again as he tried to catch his breath.
But Darius didn’t give him the chance. The Archduke’s thumb kept stroking over his cheek, but his other hand had already slipped lower.
Down, tracing over the trembling line of his stomach, until it reached the waistband of what little clothing remained between them.
Xion squeezed his legs. "Darius, I-I feel weird." His words were slurred and confused.
"Good boy," Darius murmured into his ear, as he left open-mouthed kisses over the column of his neck. "Spread your legs and I will make it better."
Like the silly kitten he was, he trusted those words. Albeit slowly, he obeyed as he was told to.
The kisses soon turned into bites. The harsh sucking left his skin sore before the soft tongue licked over the marks to soothe it.
Xion’s head had lolled back, completely at Darius’ mercy.
The slender frame shivered when fingers tugged at the loose band and slipped beneath. The chill of that hand against his most private flesh made his whole body jolt.
"Ah—" His heart thumped.
"Hush..." Darius rasped, his trousers straining with the need to possess his sweetheart.
With one harsh tug, the buttons on the shirt went flying, hitting against the carriage walls. The white silk slid off, pooling around the elbows and slender waist.
While the long fingers wrapped around Xion’s hardness, stroking it up and down, Darius started marking the round shoulder. So exquisite, like a polished white jade.
A moan from Xion’s mouth only made him move with urgency.
The calloused pads rubbed over the sensitive tip, smearing slick warmth as they worked him lazily, drawing soft little sounds from Xion’s lips that only made the green eyes darken further.
"You’re already trembling so much..." Darius chuckled low. "Does it feel that good when I touch you here? Hm?"
"Mm... ngh...!" Xion tried to bite back a sound, but another squeeze on his balls forced it out of him anyway. His hips bucked despite himself.
"Oh, you like that," Darius purred with delight. "You do. Don’t shake your head, baby. My hand knows you better than you do yourself..."
In just a few strokes, Xion was left panting. The grasp on his arousal was alternating between rough and slow strokes.
The pleasure made his sanity dissolve into a puddle. His hold on Darius’ arm weakened as he let his hand lie limp at his sides.
Darius pushed his hips up, seeking the pleasure through rubbing against Xion’s ass.
Without waiting, he moved his hand away from the bare chest and slid it down into the underwear.
Both of his hands were now inside the tightly wrapped fabric.
Using the sticky wetness leaking from the cock, he coated his finger and slid lower, teasingly circling around the tight ring of muscles.
When Xion didn’t protest, the Archduke grew excited.
"So obedient, huh?" Darius groaned while biting and then kissing the delicate shoulders. "Such a good boy for me."
Flushed, Xion bit on his lower lip, trying to keep his voice under control. But when a finger pushed inside him, all of his resolve shattered.
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