Chapter 302: Sweet Moments In The Room


    Hands clenched tightly, bringing within it golden strands, clutching on them as though his life was on the line. Moulin clenched his jaw, breathing out hot breaths. He felt as though his body was on fire. Strong limbs held him in ce, lifted one of his feet from the floor. the back of his knee hooked around one muscr arm. The translucent fabric fell off his shoulder, baring his smooth milky skin. His chest alternately rose and lowered while he arched his neck, allowing warm lips to touch his vulnerable flesh. There was the thrill of the position and the showcase of strength between them.


    Hadrian had Moulin pressed against the wall, ignoring the bed that waited for them. He kept savoring Moulin''s pale skin with his tongue, marring it with his marks, leaving imprints of him. He didn''t care who might see them when they leave. Hadrian smiled when the youth gasped as he hitched Moulin''s leg higher on his elbow. Hadrian''s fingers spread on the wooden wall behind Moulin. His veins pulsed as he restrained the desire just to take Moulin in the next second.


    Moulin bit his lips when he felt Hadrian''s other hand slip down from his stomach. His lips parted in a gasp when he felt thoserge hands slip inside the slit in the middle of his thigh, creeping nearing into his core. The careful slowness of Hadrian''s fingers aroused anticipation within the youth.


    Out of the blue, Hadrian suddenly thrusts his fingers against the drenched slit making Moulin abruptly hold on to him in surprise. The youth''s hand shot out to clutched at Hadrian''s shoulder. Moulin''s heart drummed endlessly. When he found his calm, he abruptly looked up and red at the smirking face gazing at him.


    "It''s not funny." Moulin snapped. "I thought I was gonna fall."


    Shaking his head, Hadrian leaned down and kissed Moulin''s frowning lips. "Even if you fall, I will catch you."


    Moulin looked at Hadrian and sighed. Cliche. "You better promise that."


    "Mn."


    Moulin smiled, curling his hands around Hadrian''s neck and bringing their foreheads together. His eyelids lowered as he felt the gentle strokes between his legs. His other feet were on the tips of his toes, trying to bnce himself as he was spread open. The fabric on him was almost transparent. He could see the thrusting fingers moving beneath him, how it parted his opening, moving slowly against the sensitive flesh. The visual was so overwhelming, but he couldn''t stop staring. Moulin was oblivious by his dazed expression as well as the reddening of his ears. He didn''t know how intriguing he looked within Hadrian''s gaze.


    Now with three digits inside, to the end of every knuckle, sliding in and out. Moulin swallowed. His fingertips trembled as he clutched Hadrian''s shoulder. "Y-You said this would be q-quick." He rasped.


    "Yes..." Hadrian leaned and whispered against his luscious lips. Kissing the youth gently, he began to quicken his movements, rolling his hips in between Moulin''s thighs. "A little more..."


    "Mmmn..." Moulin gulped as he closed his eyes, feeling Hadrian close every bit of space between their bodies. Moulin was shocked by his flexibility. His delicate hands found their way on Hadrian''s broad back. Fingertips, digging into the man''s clothes as his body rocked slightly. Moulin felt his insides squirm. His drenched walls were tightening at every pration. "Wa-Wait."


    "Rx..." Hadrian whispered. "I will be quick."


    Slick dripped on the floor beneath them. Pleasure rolled in waves inside Moulin. It rose higher and higher. Until Moulin shuddered, cringing as he climbed up the apex of desire. His toes curled, and his muscles stiffened. His forehead glistened with sweat. Afterward, heid limp in Hadrian''s arms, breathing out wearily. However, Hadrian didn''t cease, thrusting his fingers slowly inside Moulin''s wet heat. Moulin kept flinching. Hands were abruptly clutching Hadrian as his sensitivity was being yed nonstop.


    "W-Wait..." Moulin breathes out heavily. His eyes widened as he nced downwards. ''He wasn''t done?!''


    "Hadrian!" Moulin gasped as he was thrown into another orgasm momentster. His arms twitched, feeling drained.


    Not long after, Hadrian pulled out his fingers and crept towards his backside. Moulin blinked his dazed eyes as he felt fingertips teasing his back hole. Before he could speak, Hadrian slowly inserted one wet finger, gradually reaching deep.


    "Mnh..." Moulin parted his lips as he leaned his temple on Hadrian''s firm chest. Hadrian looked down and breathed as he felt the warmth of Moulin''s breathing against his clothes. He''s hooked at the sight of the helplessness the youth showed to him. Moulin''s exquisite face, eyes half-closed, damp lips parted. The red silk against his smooth pale skin looked sensual and utterly tempting.


    Finally inserting more than two fingers inside Moulin''s tight pucker, Hadrian hitched Moulin upwards as he tore off the ties of his pants. Moulin slightly widened his eyes when he felt the blunt end of his lover''s cock. He squirmed somewhat as it pressed for entry. Moulin held his breath as the thick shaft entered him, pushing deep and spreading him open. Gasping a breath, Moulin opened his mouth, releasing a soundless moan.


    Hadrian groaned at the wet squeeze around his member. Carefully, he hooked Moulin''s other leg on his elbow before he began to thrust slowly. Heavens, how he''d missed this.


    "H-Hadrian..." Moulin squeaked as his arms wrapped around Hadrian''s neck tightly. He delightfully relished the slowness and the climbing pleasure burning hotly inside him.


    Hadrian rolled his hips, hitting at that spot inside the youth as he pressed Moulin against the wall with his thrusts. The youth''s silvery hair became messy. The translucent red clothing stuck to his sweaty skin appearing damp and alluring. Rapid breaths came out from his open mouth. His long delicateshes trembled while waves and waves of endless desire repeatedly attacked him. Everything felt so hot that he was melting.


    Hadrian shut his eyes and clenched his jaw as he pistoned his hips faster. His ears caught the captivatingly sinful sounds escaping his beloved''s mouth. The wet slide of his shaft as he plunged deeper and deeper inside the tight hollow flesh sent shivers down his spine. He couldn''t stop.


    "Hadrian...Anh!..."


    Moulin moaned weakly, arching his neck and weaving his fingers through the messy strands of gold. His body rocked violently against the wall. "H-Hurry..."


    A bellowing groan rumbled within the dominant man''s throat. His fists clenched, and he mmed his all unto the youth. Hadrian''s lips fell upon Moulin''s exposed neck, whispering sweet nothings he wished to say during those empty years alone. Blood surged in his veins as he savored the explicit feeling boiling inside his being.


    Finally, they burst into climax. Burning pleasure poured down, filling them to the brim before gradually fading along with their breaths. Giving a few final thrusts, Hadrian held Moulin tightly, pressing the youth''s heaving chest to his. Moulin was gasping, trembling in the aftermath of the intensity. Coming down from that pleasurable high. His fingers found strength to w onto Hadrian''s back. Meanwhile, Hadrian slowly inhaled the scent from Moulin''s hair. His hands were rubbing Moulin''s sore muscles.


    Moulin released an ufortable moan, and Hadrian was quick to know the meaning behind it. With a smile, he pulled out and carried the youth towards the small bathroom on the other side of the room.


    "We ruined the clothes..." Moulin mumbled as he leaned against the man who was sitting behind him in the tiny wooden tub. Hadrian spared thest few jars of water to rinse him afterward. Bathing together seemed to save them some water.


    Hadrian nodded as he pecked the smooth curve of Moulin''s shoulder, caring more about washing the youth than worrying about some flimsy clothing. He discreetly washed Moulin''s intimate areas while he savored the fresh smell of the youth''s skin. Moulin turned his head and reached out to pull the man in a deep kiss. He sucked and bit on Hadrian''s lip before pulling away.


    "We need to go."


    Although reluctant, Hadrian nodded. He brought Moulin to rinse and carefully helped him changed his clothes. Before exiting the room, he gave the youth onest kiss making Moulin roll his eyes yfully.


    The door opened with a loud creak.


    "Ao!"


    Moulin widened his eyes when Kier charged towards him with little Snow sitting on his furry back. Moulin smiled as the wolf lifted his forelegs with excitement. The wolf was sorge he almost took over the entire hallway. Huffing, Snow yipped as he jumped off Kier''s head and onto Moulin''s face. Moulin grabbed Snow just in time before the little fox could rash on his face. S


    "Snow, behave yourself. I was only gone for a few hours." Moulin told the fox before settling the beast on his shoulder. ''Ugh, heavy.''


    Snow whimpered pitifully as he rubbed against Moulin''s cheek. "Ao..."


    "Mn, I know. I miss you too." Moulin said helplessly. He warmly stroked both the two beast''s heads. Hadrian, who stood behind Moulin, only eyed the two creatures with a severe gaze.


    "Moulin! What took you so long?"


    Footsteps sounded, and Moulin lifted his head to see Jagra marching down the hall worriedly. Suddenly, Jagra stopped, noticing the damp hair of the two men before him. ''Did they share a b-''


    ...


    Jagra''s face abruptly turned red. Stuttering, he addressed Lord Hadrian, berating how stupid. Of course, they did. There was no reason why two lovers wouldn''t share a fucking bed.


    Chuckling at his friend''s embarrassed expression, Moulin spoke. "What is it?"


    "That... " Jagra nced at Hadrian before clearing his throat. "Lady Malyana and the leader have finished interrogating Lord rius. They need to have a word with the both of you."


    "I see." Moulin nodded. He nced at Hadrian with a raised eyebrow. A smile suddenly broke in Lord Hadrian''s stern expression. The man brought a hand to rest behind Moulin''s waist before leading the youth through the hallway. Kier quickly chased behind the pair, wagging his tail.


    Left behind, Jagra blinked, still unustomed to seeing Lord Hadrian''s doting face. Indeed, the Lord changes whenever Moulin is present.