Warning NSFW! (Please mind the warnings) Moulin is 'somewhat' like a trans person. I will be using slightly feminizing words for body parts. Please be warned. If any of you find this uncomfortable, please skip the chapter. (NSFW might last more than one chapter)

Warning: Lewd language! Vulgar description!

Read at your own risk!

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A pale hand with slender fingers reached out. Delicate fingertips lightly caressing the man's jaw. Slowly, tracing the edge with the tips of fingernail nail.

He raised his silver eyes to meet the pair of golden orbs filled with dreadful unease. Moulin felt the tight yet careful grip on his neck and the strong arm wrapped around his waist. As if he was restricted from moving. Hearing the roaring thunder from beyond the windows, Moulin's eyes deepened. He did not fear Hadrian's exceedingly selfish grip on him. Instead, he felt a sense of comfort from them than from the vicious eyes of the man in front of him. Moulin let out a cold breath as he leaned closer to Hadrian.

"How come you're upset?" Moulin asked.

The emotion in Hadrian's eyes deepened. His voice was guttural as he spoke. "You let yourself be exposed..."

Sighing, Moulin shook his head. So he was referring to when the red-robed man saw him. "It was coincidental. Furthermore, the man is presently unconscious within his cell. Imprisoned to be tortured and interrogated. He is stripped of his weapons and artifacts. He has no means of communication and he cannot escape if he tried to. There is nothing to be anxious about." He gently held the side of the lord's face. Their skin was hot against each other.

"How confident you are..." Hadrian narrowed his eyes. "... We cannot predict our future, my love. Sometimes, we receive the unexpected rather than the expected." His tone was dark and his grip on Moulin tightened. He bent his head to harshly whisper in his ear. "Fate will not give us what we want without a price."

Moulin knitted his brows. His expression grew worried as he perceived the displeasure in Hadrian's voice. "I will be careful next time..."

"I'd rather lock you up than expect the 'next time'." Hadrian rested his forehead on Moulin's temple. His breath was warm and tantalizing. His tone then changed, it was breaking, "I... only want you to be unharmed. Protected. Unscratched..."

"I am a sentinel..."

"My lover as well..." Hadrian exhaled. His shoulders were tense as his grip did not loosen a bit. Golden pupils glowing slightly. It looked sinister and ominous.

Moulin lowered his gaze. Wounds cannot be avoided. With his duty, even death is expected. However, he would not let death take him away from his family and his lover. Moulin's eyes slightly narrowed he circled his arms around the lord's neck and with a faint smile. Influenced by Moulin's actions, Hadrian gazed at Moulin's eyes.

"I will be careful. You only need to trust me..." His silver eyes glinted with pleading. His voice was coaxing.

Hadrian slightly lowered his lids. There was helplessness in his eyes. No matter what he would want to do to the youth: locking him up, chaining him down, claiming him, Hadrian could not bear to do it. Moulin was not weak. He was like a free bird. He would only be dazzling if he was free. Hadrian knew he could not take it away from him.

His shoulders relaxed and he gave only looked at Moulin solemnly but his answer was clear to the youth. Moulin gave a smile to the man. It was pure and filled with warmth. Without a word, Hadrian bent his head and captured Moulin's luscious lips in a deep alluring kiss. Tongues entangling and savoring. Moulin was responsive. Quite responsive. He spared no effort trying to show the man how satisfied he was.

As the man's hot tongue delved deeper into his mouth. Caressing the Moulin's soft tongue, dipping into the soft crevice beneath. Moulin felt like he was explored and mapped. He moved his tongue in fervor enthusiasm, wanting to be more dominant. If they were to do this he wasn't going to just stay still and let the man do all the work. As a MAN himself, he was going to show how vigorous he can be as well. The wet slide between their tongues made Moulin feel a hot clench in his stomach. He had paused to breathe but was immediately forced to catch up to Hadrian's forceful kiss. Their heads tilting in a dance.

Moulin felt a shiver climbed his spine as he surrendered to the dominance of the man before him.

His head leaned back as the kiss turned more violent and aggressive. The grip around his waist tightened and the rough hand tugged him closer. He gasped as he was released. His eyes were dazed with amazement as he felt his knees wobble, going soft. He was more than amazed.

'What a damn good kisser'

Moulin's back had curved back as Hadrian rested his forehead on the youth's. His golden eyes were smoldering with desire as he applied pressure on Moulin's nape. The young man let out a faint gasp as he stretched his upward, exposing the white expanse of his throat. The flush on his face climbs from his cheeks and his ears to his neck. It was a beautiful sight to see.

The youth only wore a loose white tunic. Its open collar fell barely above his shoulders, teasingly making one want to tug it down to reveal more of the hidden flesh. The boy's collarbone was exquisite, where the ends of youth's reddening ended.

With lust-driven eyes, he bent his head and latched on the boy's throat. Tongue flat on the skin, tasting and sucking. Moulin shivered as he felt the hot tongue slide along his skin. Where his pulse was beating. He was vulnerable and weak as if his life was threatened by that tongue. Slender fingers ran through golden strands intimately.

"Were you wearing this to seduce me to bed?"

Moulin could feel the heat of the man's mouth. "What're you saying? This is my nightwear..." He smiled amusingly.

"How convenient"

Moulin could feel the smile of the man pressed against his skin. Silver eyes narrowed as the youth grabbed the man's hair back and aggressively kissed the man. Sweet moans slipped out of his mouth as he stood on his toes. Hadrian only smiled between their kiss finding Moulin's initiative amusing.

"..!"

Suddenly, Moulin felt Hadrian crouch briefly, two large warm hands slipped between his inner thighs from behind. Moulin gasped as those hands gripped his thighs and lifted them in one swift move. Moulin hands instantly wrapped around Hadrian's neck as he was lifted. Rough hands guided those slender legs to wrap around the man's strong waist. The youth let out another yelp when his buttocks were groped and squeezed. Moulin pressed his lips together as he subconsciously squeezed Hadrian's waist with his legs.

His lower parts spread and pressed on the man's hard stomach. This heat between them was rolling below Moulin's navel making the youth swallow hard. Hadrian was intently staring at Moulin's reactions. Amusement dancing within his golden pupils. He playfully grinded his stomach on between Moulin's spread thighs. Clothing grinding against each other as well as the tight rubbing of the firm stomach and Moulin's groin.

Moulin let out a whimpering moan as his fingers dug on the man's broad shoulders. Those sinful hands kneading on his butt cheeks. Fingertips inching dangerously close to the valley of his behind. Wickedly pressing on the holes hidden beneath the fabric. Hadrian lets out a hateful smile as he relished the little sounds coming out from between those delectable lips.

"S-Stop that..." Moulin forced out a hiss as an embarrassed blush stretched across his face. His hand held Hadrian's nape threateningly.

Hadrian stopped and he looked up at the youth. His lips brushing Moulin's smooth chin. "You want me to stop?"

Moulin was faintly panting. The corners of his eyes turning red moist. There was an enthralling layer of haze on his silver pupils as he looked down to stare at those golden orbs. Moulin bent his head and pressed a kiss on the man's forehead. He then whispered on the skin. "Let me catch my breath. Then you have to throw me on the bed and you are going to undress both of us..."

"Anything else?" Hadrian gave the smooth chin before his lips a lick as he spoke.

"..." Moulin then grinned. "Please me first before I will allow you to have me."

Hadrian narrowed his eyes in amusement. Without warning, he walked, carrying the surprised young master towards the giant bed of the room. Arriving at the foot of the bed, the lord tossed Moulin in the bed making the youth yelp. His slender figure bounced on the bed. His braided coming undone, falling in waves down his shoulders.

Moulin hastily propped his elbows behind him as he watched the Lord towering over him by the foot of the bed. "I told you to let me catch my breath..."

"What is done is done, my love." The man smirked. His hands slowly unbuttoning the clasps of his clothes as he watched the beautiful creature staring at him with anticipation. He ripped the ties of the top away and aggressively shook off the garb off his shoulders revealing the firm abdominal muscles. Flexing arousingly as the man moved. It looked as if not even steel could pierce through the skin. His body looked like it could break Moulin into two.

Moulin slightly clenched his thighs as he shamelessly stared at the godly body of the man. His heart is thundering in anticipation. As Hadrian removed all of his upper clothing only leaving his pants on. Moulin's eyes slightly constricted at the large bulge of the lord's crotch. It tented upwards as if it could pierce through the fabric.

"Your turn..." The lord moved towards him like a fierce predator. The bed dipped and a smooth ankle was snatched and dragged towards the end of the bed. Moulin breathes out as his body was yanked downwards. He felt the air leave his body as his thighs were pried apart. Moulin felt a hot hand palm his stomach. Slipping beneath the fabric. Sliding across the smoothness of the soft skin down to his navel. Moulin watched carefully as Hadrian undo the buttons of his pants. He felt the brush of fingers on his member and Moulin breathes in as he felt the emptiness growing inside him. It was like his body was begging to be fucked.

"What a lovely creature I've caught..." Hadrian spoke as he slowly pulled off the youth's pants. His rough fingers caressing the naked skin of Moulin's lower body. He planted a kiss on the smooth inner thighs. It smelled like lavender beneath his nose.

Moulin felt the cool air brush his lower body as his undergarments were removed as well. Then without warning, rough hands pressed on each of his thighs. Abruptly exposing the youth's groin to the lord's eyes. In older traditions, aphrodites were neutered when they were still a babe. Moulin's family however weren't ones to follow the rules of old, Hadrian guessed.

Moulin stretched out his hands to cover his crotch. Hadrian only kissed kneeled to kiss those delicate little fingers that were struggling to cover his privates. Breathing out, Hadrian consoled Moulin until the youth relaxed.

Hadrian spoke in a coaxing tone, as he eyes the area between Moulin's spread thighs. The little member, the leaking slit peeking between the spaces of those fingers. He licked his lips as he raised his head. As arousal coiled from his lower body, Hadrian restrained himself.

His voice was soft, "You only need to trust me..." He has basically repeated Moulin's words.

Moulin felt stopped. His silver eyes clashing with golden ones. Both their gazes were filled with nothing but passionate craving. Breathing turning rapidly, Moulin nodded.