Lucien’s thrusts remained deep and majestic for a few more strokes, savoring the way Elian’s body fluttered and clenched around him. Then he whispered hotly into Elian’s ear, his voice thick with lust, "Like this?"
"Yes—yes, like that—ohh—" Elian moaned, his arms wrapping tightly around Lucien’s neck, pulling their chests flush together. His nails dug into the Duke’s bare shoulders as pleasure coiled tighter in his belly.
Lucien breathed heavily, green eyes dark with hunger. He slowly lifted Elian’s legs, draping them over his broad shoulders and folding the smaller man nearly in half. The new angle let him sink even deeper, the head of his thick cock dragging right against that sweet spot with every controlled glide.
"Fuck, Elian—you’re killing me—" he grunted, his hips thrusting harder, the wet slap of oil-slick skin starting to echo louder in the room.
Elian’s head fell back against the pillows, mouth open in a silent cry as the deeper penetration stole his breath. But it still wasn’t enough. The slow, worshipful pace that had felt heavenly moments ago now left him aching and desperate.
"Lucien... please," Elian begged, his voice cracking with need. His legs trembled against Lucien’s shoulders, his heels pressing into the Duke’s back. "Faster—fuck me faster. I need it harder... please, Lucien, don’t hold back—"
Something in Lucien snapped.
A low, feral growl tore from his throat. His hands gripped Elian’s thighs tighter, the bed creaking as he used the leverage to drive forward with sudden, brutal force. The majestic slowness vanished. He fucked Elian with raw, punishing strokes—deep, fast, and relentless, his hips snapping forward like a man possessed.
"Careful what you wish for," Lucien snarled against Elian’s mouth before claiming it in a messy, bruising kiss.
The bed creaked violently beneath them as he pounded into Elian’s tight heat, the obscene sound of oil and skin filling the chamber. Every thrust slammed home with power, his heavy balls slapping against Elian’s ass while his thick cock stretched and filled him completely.
Elian cried out, shameless and loud, his body jolting with every savage thrust. "Yes—fuck—Lucien—!" His cock leaked steadily between their stomachs, untouched and throbbing.
Lucien lost all restraint. He fucked him like an animal—hard, deep, and frantic—his hands pinning Elian’s thighs wide open as he railed him into the mattress. Sweat dripped from his brow onto Elian’s chest. His breathing was ragged, broken groans escaping with every brutal snap of his hips.
"You wanted faster?" Lucien growled, his teeth grazing Elian’s jaw. "Then take it. Take every fucking inch like the greedy little whore you are for me." He angled his hips and hammered directly into Elian’s prostate, over and over, the pace merciless now. "Is this what you need? My cock ruining this tight ass until you can’t walk tomorrow?"
Elian could only sob and nod frantically, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping from the corners of his eyes as his body shook. His inner walls clenched violently around Lucien’s pistoning cock, pulling him even deeper with every thrust. The slow lovemaking had completely burned away, replaced by a desperate, filthy claiming that left them both gasping and drenched in sweat.
Lucien’s rhythm grew erratic, his hips stuttering as he chased his release, driving into Elian with wild abandon while the storm outside roared in perfect harmony with the one consuming them both.
Lucien’s control shattered completely.
He fucked Elian with wild, animalistic desperation, his hips slamming forward in a brutal rhythm that made the heavy four-poster bed slam against the stone wall. Each powerful thrust drove his thick, oil-slick cock to the hilt, stretching Elian open and battering that sweet spot mercilessly.
"Fuck—Lucien—harder!" Elian sobbed, his voice hoarse and broken. His legs shook violently over Lucien’s shoulders, his toes curling as overwhelming pleasure bordered on pain. "I’m so close—please, please—"
Lucien snarled, sweat dripping down his chest onto Elian’s as he pounded deeper, faster, losing himself in the tight, velvety heat clenching around him. His gloved hands gripped Elian’s thighs like iron, spreading him obscenely wide while he railed him without mercy.
"That’s it—squeeze my cock like the desperate slut you are," Lucien growled against Elian’s neck, his teeth sinking into soft skin. "You wanted me to lose control? How do you like it now? Milk me dry with this greedy little hole."
Elian’s back arched sharply, a wrecked cry tearing from his throat as the angle shifted and Lucien’s cock dragged perfectly over his prostate with every savage thrust. His own cock, trapped between their sweat-slick bodies, throbbed painfully. He was leaking everywhere, smearing precum across both their stomachs.
"Lucien—Lucien—I’m—" Elian’s words dissolved into a broken scream as his orgasm crashed over him like lightning. His inner walls clamped down violently around Lucien’s pistoning cock, pulsing and fluttering in rhythmic waves. Thick ropes of cum shot between them, painting their stomachs and chests in hot, messy spurts as his whole body convulsed with blinding pleasure.
The intense contractions pulled Lucien over the edge right after. With a guttural, animalistic groan that vibrated through his chest, Lucien buried himself to the hilt and came hard. His hips jerked erratically as he flooded Elian’s insides with pulse after thick, scorching pulse of cum, filling him so deeply and completely that it began to leak out around his cock with every shallow, overstimulated thrust.
"Elian—fuck—" Lucien gasped, his forehead pressed to Elian’s, his body shuddering violently as he rode out the intense release. He kept moving through it, with slow, grinding rolls of his hips to prolong the pleasure until both of them were trembling and oversensitive.
They collapsed together, panting harshly. Elian’s legs were still draped over his shoulders, their bodies sticky with sweat, oil, and cum. Lucien pressed lazy, open-mouthed kisses along Elian’s jaw and throat, still buried deep inside him, unwilling to pull out yet.
"Mine," he whispered roughly against Elian’s damp skin, his voice wrecked. "So fucking mine."
Elian could only whimper softly in response, boneless and thoroughly ruined, his fingers still tangled weakly in Lucien’s hair as the fire crackled and the storm continued to rage outside.
"Tired?" Lucien whispered, slowly pulling out from Elian.
"No—" Elian whimpered softly, hugging Lucien closer.
Lucien smirked, gently lowering Elian’s legs from his shoulders, bracing his elbows beside Elian’s head, "No what? You’re tired, or you want me to stay in?" he asked huskily.
Elian bit his lower lip, blushing shyly, "Stay in—" he murmured, looking away.
That was the request he made that had them fucking for the fourth time that night.
Lucien made a restrained sound from his chest, burying his face in Elian’s neck, "You’re a menace," he chuckled richly, sucking on Elian’s sensitive skin under his chin.
Elian caressed Lucien’s hair, wrapping his legs around Lucien’s waist. He didn’t know what was coming over him, but he couldn’t seem to get enough of Lucien; he wanted to feel every inch of this human Lucien before the sun rose and took away every softness from the Duke.
"You need to sleep," Lucien lifted his weight off Elian, his lips curling up in a perfect smile.
He was drowning in the beautiful blue eyes beneath him, and he slowly admitted to himself that he had become irrevocably addicted to Elian.
"But I’m not sleepy," Elian argued weakly.
Lucien didn’t respond. Instead, he lowered his lips to Elian’s and kissed him, very slow and filthy, their tongues sliding and gliding over each other.
Elian moaned softly, sucking Lucien’s bottom lip into his mouth and circling it with his tongue, his fingers tangled in Lucien’s hair.
With a deep groan, Lucien pulled away, "Elian—" he whispered against Elian’s lips, their warm breaths mingling.
Elian was panting, his fingers still caressing Lucien’s soft hair, "Lucien," he whispered just as softly.
They stared into each other’s eyes, their hearts beating together in uniform need and longing. Their eyes seemed to communicate something their lips would never dare to say, their souls crying out to be honest with each other.
This time, Elian finally looked away and released Lucien, "You’re right, I should get some sleep."
Lucien’s heart skipped a beat; he couldn’t let Elian pull away from him again. "Are you alright?" His voice was tender as he gently placed his hand on Elian’s cheek, turning his face to meet his gaze again.
Elian nodded, but Lucien could tell that something had shifted.
"I am fine. Let us sleep; we will be returning to your manor by sunrise... they might get suspicious if we don’t," he said quietly.
Lucien’s brows knitted the slightest. He had almost forgotten who he was. For a split second in that cabin with Elian, he didn’t want to be the poised, cold Duke; he didn’t want to own a large, lonely manor; he didn’t want to be stuck in a life full of secrets and lies, and he didn’t want to be responsible for thousands of people.
He wanted to be a man, a simple man in the middle of the woods with the man he wanted, a man with a very simple life—no secrets, no lies, he just wanted to be responsible for Elian... Just Elian.
"Get some rest," Elian gently pushed Lucien away from himself and turned his back on him.
Lucien’s heart shuddered greatly; watching Elian try to pull out of their world was heartbreaking. He wanted them to have this, at least... for the night.
He settled himself behind Elian, pulling Elian’s body flush against his front, "Goodnight, El," he whispered, unable to stay without holding Elian.
Elian didn’t reply, but he let Lucien hold him.
He closed his eyes, feeling Lucien’s warmth behind him—it was comforting, but also, it was fleeting. For he knew that with the sunrise came reality.
He would protect his heart first before it was too late... perhaps it was already too late.
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