Chapter 156: Moumou Is No Virgin


    Through the tiny gaps between leaves and branches, the sunlight twinkled within Moulin''s sight. Like little stars of the day in the green sky-like crowns of proud towering trees. He walked. Passing through the little beams of light that rained on the dry ground. His steps were steady as if to take time, unhurried and calm. And solemnly, his silver gaze lowered on his hand, held by arger and rougher one. Feeling the thick skin of that warm palm against his.


    Moulin curiously assessed his surroundings as they walked. The forests were calm and admittedly beautiful. True enough, he could hear the faint rush of water nearby. The tranquility of it was captivating. Moulin wanted to rush his steps but also savor this silent time with his lover as well. With a faint smile, he wondered why was he thinking aboutplicating things when all he had to do was be patient.


    Not a moment longer, they arrived at two tall thorny hedges. It was long and it curved as if it was protecting or hiding something. There was a gap in between the two where two smooth rocks sit at each edge of the thorny hedge as if marking the opening. There were lots of tall nts surrounding the area which also concealed its location quite well. And the sound of water evidently came from inside the thorny walls.


    This must be it...


    Hadrian tugged Moulin''s hands and they went through the entrance between the walls and the rocks.


    The cool breeze greeted Moulin''s face. It wasforting and cool as if it carried droplets within it. The spring water looked clear and fresh. It came from a small gap of tall rocks stacked together at the opposite side of the spring. And the pure water rushed down on a couple of rocks beneath the gap simr to a stair-like waterfall. There was a separate waterfall beside it which was located a bit higher from therge opening of the other gap. The spring wasrge, cool, and empty. Smooth rocks decorated the edge of the springs and little aquatic flowers even bloomed beautifully. Such a ce mesmerized Moulin and he immediately wanted to take a dip.


    Loosening his grip on Hadrian''s hand he bent down and unsped the buckle of his boots. The delicate soles of his bare feet touched the moist ground. The stones underneath his feet were smooth and cold making him curl his toes. He smiled with squinted eyes. He thought he was going to bathe like a robot throughout their days here in the forest. Happiness welled inside his chest at his luck today. Finally, he was going to have a nice pleasant bath. He was going to savor it and nothing would interrupt him.


    Taking a step near the edge of the water, he began to unbutton his clothes as he felt the cool water caress his little toes teasingly. Baring his body to his surroundings, his fair skin had a lush tint. The captivating curves of his shoulders looked delicate and tempting. And the sensual bend of his back would make anyone want to caress it greedily. The glistening light that was reflected from the clear waters adorned the rousing fairness of his skin.


    Unaware of the provocative eyes behind him, Moulin entered a foot into the waters. He sighed at the pleasant feeling. He had never bathed on a spring before. It felt cool and rxing. The little floating flowers stuck to the wet skin of his shoulders as he submerged his body in the water. His white hair swayed elegantly under the little coiling currents of the water around him. He leaned his back on the smooth rocky edge of the spring and he bent his legs underwater. It was deeper at the center of the spring so he chose to savor his bath at the edge.


    He sighed happily with closed eyes.


    Then he heard the shuffling of clothes, Moulin immediately knew Hadrian was removing his clothes. There was a sshing sound as if someone was effortlessly water through the water.


    Opening his eyes Moulin saw Hadrian under a small waterfall. The lord''s back was facing him and the sexy view of the man''s back would make anyone drool a river. The water fell on the man''s strong body, trickling down the clefs of his muscles when he raised his arms to wash his golden hair. Moulin slightly narrowed his eyes as he took in the view.


    Sigh... Such a heavenly body... Howe he wasn''t the one possessing it. Sometimes he felt distraught being helplessly pinned under that huge body.


    Although... It was satisfying...


    Moulin gnawed on his bottom lip and clenched his legs. Closing his eyes, he began to cup his hand and pour water on his hair. As he did this numerous times, he could not help but keep on peeking at the man bathing in front of him. The way the water ran down his skin and how the man''s muscles flexed as he bathes. Moulin gulped and once again looked away.


    Moulin frown at himself for acting like a pervert. Of course, he could not help himself. His lover was shamelessly showing off his god-like body, and he was here trying to act like a little virgin staring at someone''s naked body for the first time. Moulin furrowed his brows. Should he just go with it?


    Damn it. Why was he feeling shy at this moment?


    Moulin tried to dismiss his thoughts...


    ...


    Maybe, just one more peek...


    Lifting his gaze, Moulin secretly peeked at Hadrian. However, he noticed that the man was already staring at him intently. Alluring golden eyes seemed to tug him towards the man. His gaze raked over the youth''s damp sensual figure as if wanting to devour every single bit of Moulin''s being.


    Moulin felt his heart jump and his cheeks reddened but he didn''t look away. He met Hadrian''s gaze andpletely exposed the emotions in his eyes.


    Moulin took a breath when Hadrian began to make his way towards him. The water sshed around his torso as he approached Moulin. Golden eyes deepened, swirling with want and greed. For a moment, Moulin felt himself tremble under that gaze.


    When Hadrian finally stood before him, Moulin breathes out as his gaze gradually lowers. It the man''s neck, water droplets dripping down his chin. His damp chest and the solid muscles of his abdomen. To the man''s navel and the root of the huge member which was submerged under the surface of the water.


    Hadrian towered before Moulin whose head was at level to his stomach.


    Moulin''s eyes fixed at the hidden shaft under the water for a few seconds before he once again raised his gaze and met Hadrian''s eyes. The man slightly tilted his head with a smile. "You hesitate?"


    With furrowed brows, Moulin finally found his voice. "The walls conceal the spring and the nagas are busy preparing for the feast. Is there a reason to?"


    A smirk appeared on the man''s lips. "I am yours as you are mine..."


    Moulin paused as he took in the words. His eyes then softened as he felt all his inhibitions fade away. His arms left the water and his wet fingers reached out to touch the man''s strong waist. Hadrian narrowed his eyes as he watched him.


    Delicate fingertips felt the firmness of the man''s skin. Silver eyes narrowed as the youth''s hands caressed the man''s body, exploring it. His wet palm sliding on the firm skin, feeling the strength beneath. With parted lips, one of the youth''s hands finally lowered to the man''s shaft. Fingers could barely curl around the wide girth. Unable to fully wrap a hand around it, Moulin brought his other hand and enclosed both around the member.


    Moulin felt the man took a breath above him but he kept his gaze lowered. Feeling the member within his hands, he could not help wonder how he had taken this thing inside him. Even he could feel the veins pulse against his palm. Wetting his lips, he moved to stroke the shaft in his hands up and down. The youth lifted his gaze as he continued his actions. A breath escapes his lips as his eyes met the sinful eyes of gold that belong to the man breathing above him.


    His muscles tensed as Moulin clenched around him. A growl rumbled from his throat. With dark eyes, he braces a hand on the stone beside Moulin''s head. He brought his body forward, revealing the rest of his genitals. Moulin felt the hardening and the slight swell of the shaft within his fingers as he hastened his pace. His heart pounded loudly in his chest as he heard Hadrian release a restrained groan.


    Moulin lost himself to the pleasure he kept feeding the man and he could not help but want to do more.


    Feeling the growing desire in his lower body, Hadrian narrowed his eyes.


    Suddenly, golden eyes widened as he felt a wet slide press on the tip of his member. He lowered his gaze and his fingers almost cracked the stone where he rested his hand.


    Moulin kissed the tip of Hadrian''s cock with half-closed eyes. He brought out his tongue and licked from the tip to the middle. The heated slide of his tongue was beyond stimting.


    "Ugh..." Hadrian''s other hand held the back of Moulin''s head. Finger''s curling around the strands of white hair, tightening a fist around it.


    Moulin closed his eyes and he opened his mouth to suck on the head of Hadrian''s cock. His wet lips rounding as he did. With a moan, he began to make small suction before widening his lips and taking in the member in his warm mouth. He bobbed his head back and forth. His lips and his tongue rubbing on the wet surface. Although he couldn''t fully take the hard shaft in his mouth, he skillfully brought pleasure to his lover. Moulin was no virgin in his past life.


    "Moulin..." Hadrian rasped as his hand tightened around the youth''s hair. His breath quickened.


    With a moan in response, Moulin sent vibrations around the shaft in his mouth.


    With a groan, Hadrian suddenly removed his shaft from Moulin''s mouth. A ssh of white fell on his cheek. It dripped down his fair skin in drops. The youth gasped with rapid breaths as he confusingly raised his head. His eyes met the dark furious eyes of the man staring at him from above. The deep anger radiated from him making Moulin question the sudden situation.


    "Where did you learn this?" Hadrian said but the deep fury in his voice was evident. The boiling jealousy in his heart was so strong he almost felt pain. Moulin had told him that he was his first. But the actions of the youth before him proved experience. It felt as if Moulin had done this before. It gave a sinking feeling in his gut. Fire burned in his eyes. He wanted to know!


    "W-what?" Moulin unconsciously stuttered. At Hadrian''s sudden question, he was flustered. He wasn''t good at lying before the man because Hadrian would undoubtedly sense it. "I..."


    Seeing Moulin''s flustered expression. Hadrian''s eyes darkened. His hand on Moulin''s hair tightened and he pulled the youth''s head back and dive to bite on the junction between his neck and shoulder. The madness in his eyes surged.


    "Ah!" Moulin winced. His brows furrowed as he held Hadrian''s shoulders. "What are you-"


    Hadrian removed his teeth from the painful mark on the youth''s skin. With a selfish look in his eyes as whispered on the skin beneath Moulin''s ear. Moulin shudders at the feeling man''s warm breath.


    With a deep voice, Hadrian hissed on his flesh.


    "If you lie to me, I will make you cry..."