A DUKE'S CRIMSON SCANDAL

Lucien’s control snapped like a taut wire. With a low, guttural growl, he spun Elian around so fast the smaller man gasped, pressing his chest flush against the heavy wooden door.

Elian’s palms slapped flat against the grain as Lucien shoved his ruined pants the rest of the way down, leaving them pooled at his ankles. Lucien’s own trousers followed, kicked aside impatiently. Only the thin linen of their shirts remained, rucked up and useless now.

He reached for the small vial of scented oil he kept on the side table—meant for sore muscles after training, now repurposed for something far more primal.

Lucien poured a generous amount over his fingers, then slicked it over Elian’s tight entrance and down the length of his own throbbing cock.

The cool liquid made Elian shiver and arch back instinctively.

"You say I’m obsessed?" Lucien breathed hotly against the shell of Elian’s ear, voice dark and possessive as he lined himself up. "You have no idea, Elian. Your body is mine to ruin. Every moan, every tremble—mine. No one else will ever have you like this. Say it."

Elian’s breath hitched, forehead pressed to the door. "Yours... Your Grace—"

Lucien pushed forward slowly, breaching the tight ring of muscle with a slick, deliberate thrust.

Elian’s mouth fell open in a silent cry as Lucien sank deeper, stretching him open inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt.

The heat, the tight clench, the way Elian fluttered around him—it drove Lucien half-mad.

He leaned in, lips brushing Elian’s ear as he began to move in slow, deep rolls of his hips. "That’s it... take every fucking inch. Feel how deep I am? This ass was made for my cock. You’re going to leak me for days and still beg for more, aren’t you?" Lucien was losing it, feeling himself deep inside Elian coupled with the emotions that had been building up all day. He couldn’t care anymore about placing filters in his words or actions.

Elian whimpered, pushing back to meet each thrust, lost in the overwhelming fullness. His moan was just starting to build, loud and needy—

A sharp knock sounded on the other side of the door.

"Your Grace?" Ms. Beck’s voice carried through the wood, polite but clear. "Dinner is served in the main hall. Lord Rowan and Lord Chester are waiting."

Lucien froze mid-thrust, buried deep inside Elian. Elian’s body clenched hard around him in shock. Lucien’s large hand shot up instantly, clamping firmly over Elian’s mouth just as the moan tried to escape. His palm muffled the sound into a desperate, vibrating whimper.

"Shh—" he shushed softly beside Elian’s ear.

Elian nodded desperately, swallowing hard as tears of lust and frustration welled up in his eyes.

"Tell them I’ll be down shortly," Lucien called back, voice impressively steady despite the way his cock twitched inside Elian’s heat. He rocked forward in a slow, torturous grind, forcing Elian up onto his toes. Elian’s muffled cry vibrated against his palm.

Ms. Beck hesitated on the other side. "Also... Your Grace, may I ask if you know where Elian is? I couldn’t find him in his room."

Lucien’s jaw tightened. He kept one hand sealed over Elian’s mouth, the other gripping a slim hip hard enough to bruise as he fucked him in shallow, controlled strokes—deep enough to make Elian’s knees shake, slow enough not to make noise.

"Ask Rowan," Lucien answered curtly. "He may have seen him. Now leave."

A pause, then the sound of retreating footsteps.

The second she was gone, Lucien released Elian’s mouth only to replace it with his own, kissing him savagely over his shoulder while snapping his hips forward harder. "Quiet," he snarled against Elian’s lips between kisses. "Not a sound, or I’ll stop and leave you aching and empty."

Elian nodded frantically, biting his own lip bloody to stay silent as Lucien resumed his relentless, possessive rhythm—claiming him against the door while the rest of the manor waited downstairs for dinner.

Lucien’s hips snapped forward harder, driving his thick, oil-slick cock deep into Elian’s clenching heat with every controlled thrust. The door creaked faintly under the pressure of their bodies, but the rest of the manor was none the wiser. One of Lucien’s hands stayed clamped over Elian’s mouth, muffling every broken whimper and moan, while the other gripped Elian’s hip in a bruising hold, angling him just right so that every stroke dragged over that sensitive spot inside him.

"Quiet," Lucien growled low against his ear, teeth grazing the lobe. "You’re going to come on my cock like a good boy, Elian. Milk me dry while the whole damn house waits downstairs. This tight little ass belongs to me." His growl was animalistic.

Elian’s eyes rolled back, his muffled cries vibrating desperately against Lucien’s palm. His cock was rock-hard and leaking against the door, untouched, twitching with every deep thrust.

Lucien reached around with his free hand, wrapping his slick fingers around Elian’s length and stroking him in time with his hips—firm, relentless pulls that had Elian’s thighs shaking.

The pleasure built fast and brutal. Lucien fucked him deeper, grinding against that spot with every roll of his hips, whispering filthy, possessive filth right into his ear.

"Come for me. Now. Let me feel you fall apart while I’m buried inside you." He commanded huskily.

Elian’s whole body seized. A strangled, broken moan tore from his throat, barely contained by Lucien’s hand as his cock pulsed hard. Thick ropes of cum painted the door and Lucien’s fist in hot, shuddering spurts. His inner walls clenched violently around Lucien’s cock, rippling and squeezing like a vice.

Lucien cursed under his breath, eyes fluttering shut at the intense pressure. He kept thrusting through Elian’s orgasm, chasing his own release with short, punishing strokes. The slick sound of oil and skin filled the space between them.

"Fuck—Elian—" Lucien snarled, burying his face in the crook of Elian’s neck as his rhythm faltered. With one final, deep thrust, he came hard, flooding Elian’s insides with pulse after pulse of hot cum. His hips jerked erratically, pressing Elian flush against the door as he emptied himself completely, marking him from the inside.

They stayed locked together for long moments, panting harshly. Lucien’s hand finally slid from Elian’s mouth to his throat, holding him possessively as he softened inside him. He pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to the side of Elian’s sweat-damp temple.

"Mine," he whispered again, voice rough and sated. "Don’t you dare forget it."

Elian could only nod weakly, legs trembling, body thoroughly used and claimed.

"Fuck," Lucien muttered under his breath as he watched his cum trickle down Elian’s inner thighs.

Elian’s eyes followed Lucien’s and blushed very hard as he saw what Lucien was staring at.

"Sorry for making a mess on your floor," he murmured, biting his lower lip.

Lucien gulped. "It’s beautiful, Elian." He whispered before he could stop himself.

The thought of having a part of himself inside Elian did unbelievable things to his weakening heart.

Elian cleared his throat, not knowing what else to do in front of a duke who was looking at him like he wanted to spill his seed inside him till sunrise. "I’ll clean this up–"

"Go clean yourself up and be down for dinner." Lucien ordered, looking away from Elian.

Elian didn’t say a word. He simply nodded and slid out of Lucien’s chamber, half naked and marked by the Duke’s cum.

After Lucien let Elian leave his room to change his clothes, he quickly grabbed Elian’s discarded, torn pants and wiped their mess off the floor and door.

Ms. Beck would know exactly what it was if she saw it in the morning, and he could not risk such scandal spreading in his manor, or worse... outside of it.

He went into his washroom for a quick clean, and when he walked out completely naked, he chose a new attire from his closet, dressing in loose clothing since he was just going for dinner.

He pulled a new pair of gloves on and headed for the door. The moment he stepped out, he glanced at Elian’s door and frowned when he found it open.

Thinking that Elian had forgotten to close it as he rushed in, he strode into the room, hoping to hasten Elian up so they could leave.

Not like he wanted Elian close because he could no longer stay without having Elian by his side, but because he promised himself never to let Elian stay unsupervised. Especially not after discovering Elian’s blood-magic.

However, Lucien was met with disappointment as he could not find Elian anywhere in the chamber nor the washroom.

"He left without me," Lucien gritted his teeth and glanced around before storming out of the chamber.

He practically flew down the long stairs, unable to stop himself even when his head screamed at him that he was overreacting and might draw attention to them. But he wasn’t listening. All he wanted was to see Elian and ask why he fled.

Was he the only one feeling that strange thrum in his heart after what they just did?

Was it that meaningless?

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