Soft rosy fingertips touched the surface of his abdomen. His pectorals contracted at the caresses of the youth's teasing fingertip. A scorching sensation seemed to linger on where the youth's fingers touched him. Calm yet anticipating breaths. The prominent lord of gold lays submissive on the moistened floor, his torso elevated, stubbornly supported by his elbows.

Arousal eagerly climbing within his lower body. Particularly stimulating his stiffening cock.

Milky white legs, filled with strength, smooth, and curvaceous. Sensually grazing the outer sides of Hadrian's muscular thighs. Moulin leans forward as he crawled near to and stretched out his tongue to lick the lord's bottom lip. Hadrian chuckled at Moulin's actions and opens his mouth to let the youth deepen the kiss. Moulin smile with a humorous chuckle as he kissed the man.

His bare nipples grazed Hadrian's strong chest. The sensitivity made him sigh in pleasure. "Please me..."

The indecent wetness between his parted legs dripped on the man's thighs.

Raising his arm, Hadrian palmed Moulin's behind. His thick fingers dug into the plumpness of the youth's smooth buttocks. The divine softness beneath his palm felt wonderful. Moulin furrows his brows when he felt the rough handling of his bottom.

Hadrian kissed Moulin's chin. He tongued the youth's pale and vulnerable throat, tasting the movement of the bobbing adam's apple. Moulin parted his lips as he lifted his gaze to stare at the ceiling. He let out a stifled moan as he felt the blunt end of Hadrian's fingertip plunged into the bundle of nerves beneath his slick.

"I must serve my master. However, where should I please you, master?" Hadrian grinned as he whispers on Moulin's skin. "Is it here?" Hadrian didn't hesitate to thrust into the eager hole between Moulin's cheeks. The suction would drive him mad.

"Ohh..." Moulin released an open-mouthed moan. His back arched and his pupils trembled as his body shivered. "Gods..."

"My wanton master..." With a soft kiss at the center of Moulin's vulnerable throat, Hadrian inhaled the sweet lavender scent of his beloved's smooth delectable skin. His finger drove deeper inside Moulin. Alternating in slow and vigorous thrusts. He released a stuttering exhale while feeling the tightness of Moulin's inside. Just fantasizing about the sensation it would bring him was enough to bring him to the edge of his release.

But he mustn't, his 'master' would not like it.

A corner of his lips turned up.

Moulin's hips rocked on Hadrian's hand. Meeting the thrust of the thick finger plunging in his back hole. He didn't care about what hold anymore should be pleasure anymore. His mind was reeling as his body ached to be filled.

When another finger was inserted, Moulin gasped. The stretch clouded his mind. Muddled and uncertain. Watery silver eyes glanced upwards as his slender arms wrapped around Hadrian's neck. Holding on in desperation.

"Hurry... and... put it in..." Moulin's breathing turned erratic. He groaned when Hadrian's fingers suddenly stopped.

"You will be hurt." With a gentle smile, Hadrian raised his gaze, meeting the irritated eyes of the young man looking down on him.

"You dare disobey me?" Moulin hissed like a kitten brandishing his claws.

The sight amused Hadrian but he only gave a helpless expression. "I wouldn't dare..."

Moulin then forcibly grabbed Hadrian's chin with his fingers and snarled. "Then do as I say or lose my favor..."

How fierce. Golden eyes gleamed with amusement. It was always intriguing to witness this side of Moulin. So unyielding and determined. It makes him want to see him break, sobbing helplessly underneath his body. Truly, it would be exquisite.

Hadrian leaned forward and coated his aching member with the slick dripping from Moulin's core. Without hesitation, he positioned his cock beneath Moulin's hole.

"Ahh!"

Moulin inhaled sharply when Hadrian abruptly replaced his fingers with the blunt head of his cock. The slide of the large member filled every crevice inside him. Molding into Hadrian's shape. It mercilessly entered deeply. The stretch of his hole and the throbbing cock turning his insides into mush electrified him.

"Breathe..." Hadrian kissed Moulin's lips as he held the youth's neck. His other hand supported Moulin's back as the youth's body gradually relaxed with the comfort of his touch. "Breathe, my love... "

Moulin slowly inhaled and exhaled. His eyes staring at those magnetic pools of gold. Luring him in. Imprisoning him.

When Moulin's weight fell on the man's member, taking it in to the hilt, Hadrian clenched his jaw. However, he wore a worried expression. He could not miss the flash of pain that appeared in Moulin's enchanting eyes. Although he wanted nothing more than to just ravage the youth, he couldn't do it. He stayed still as he stroked the youth's back.

"Better?..."

It took five seconds for Moulin to nod and reply. "Y-Yes..."

"Good..." Hadrian smiled as he kissed Moulin's lips. "Orders, master..."

At the name, Moulin's narrowed his hazy eyes.

"Move."

The first thrust stole his breath. He held on to Hadrian's shoulders. Hadrian moaned as he embraced the youth's body. The tunnel was a sleeve of wet textured flesh. It dragged around his member, deliciously tight. It was mind-wrecking and addicting. He needed more of it. Hips, abruptly pistoning into the warm hole, Hadrian bared his teeth like an animal in heat.

Moulin's vision swirled as his body rocked against Hadrian's vigorous thrusts. The wet strands of his hair stick to his wet skin and the steam of the bathing pool was erotically driving him into the abyss of lust. The smell of them is the sweat of heat and sex. Hadrian drove inside him with labored breaths and he, only panted while being driven.

"Ahh... Auh... W-wait..." Moulin held Hadrian's shoulder and pushed to distance himself.

Something flashed within Hadrian's eyes. He yanked Moulin closer to him and circled his svelte body -including his arms- in his strong inescapable embrace.

Moulin lets out a stifled moan as though his breath was knocked out of his lungs. His mouth froze open as he was subjected to the rapid thrusts driving inside him.

Moulin whimpered as his body hopelessly rocked up and down. His legs spread wide and the man's cock roughly thrusting inside him.

A cry is pounded out of him and Moulin crumbles as a bubble of heat bursts inside him without warning. His body slacked, quivering.

His orgasm flowed down between his trembling thighs as bliss and relief engulf him. Raw and mind-muddling. Moulin felt like water.

Hadrian clenches his teeth as he felt Moulin contract around him. The suction, so right, he stopped breathing and plunges even deeper. Moulin yelps and his eyes moisten once again.

A warm breath suddenly caresses Moulin's ears, making the youth shiver. Hadrian licked Moulin's ear before he rasped, "Hold tight, master."

Moulin didn't have enough time to wonder about Hadrian's words before he felt rough hands slipped under his slightly bruised knees and lifting them. Moulin instinctively circled his arms around Hadrian's neck as the man lifted his sluggish body. Hadrian rose from the floor and carried Moulin to the nearest wall.

"Hadrian?" Moulin slowly breathes when he felt the cold marbled wall pressed on his back. Moulin leans back and he held the man's nape. His eyes were layered with confusion and lingering longing.

Hadrian only kissed his forehead, "Relax..."

"...?"

Moulin suddenly squeezes his eyes shut when he feels Hadrian withdrawing from inside him. Why? Hadrian hadn't even come once yet?

When he felt the head pops out from his drenched back hole, Moulin bits his lower lip like an enticing imp. The abused ring failed to shrink back into its original size and a white fluid dripped to the floor. Moulin gasps when he feels Hadrian positioning his cock against the slick opening of his slit. Lifting his eyes at Hadrian, Moulin knitted his eyebrows. He was too sensitive right now, he wouldn't be able to bear it.

"Calm your thoughts... " Hadrian kisses Moulin's lip to comfort the youth. "And trust me..."

Moulin's fingers clenched on Hadrian's nape when he feels his retrained knees being opened and his core, exposed to the man's desirable eyes.

"Agh!"

The blunt head of Hadrian's member plunges inside Moulin's opening. Moulin trembles and his nails dig into Hadrian's skin. The only thing keeping him from falling was Hadrian's weight against him and the man's large hands lifting his knees.

"Oh, Gods..." Molina breathes in as he stares below him, staring at how that huge veiny cock parts his lower lips. His slit shamelessly swallowing the giant girth, producing the lewdest sounds.

Moulin arches his body. His head was thrown to the side as his lips parted in a moan. Pitiful noises break out from his mouth as more of the man's length slides inside him. Hadrian groans at the smooth slide of his cock inside Moulin's core. His mouth latches on the youth's throat, kissing and licking while he enters to the hilt.

Without further ado, he started moving. The warm steam around them heightened their arousal and both lovers drowned themselves in the endless heat of desire and passion. Moulin, a moaning mess, his body being driven and showered with comforting kisses. Hadrian's hips met between Moulin's thighs, not a centimeter was left out. If it wasn't because of the restricting seal in Moulin's womb, the youth would have been carrying his child long ago.

Oh, how he craved it.

He wanted to bind this youth, moaning in his arms and never let him go. He wanted to devour him.

Moulin with his child... How wonderful.

Hadrian grinned as he sheathed himself deeper inside Moulin. The youth yelped as Hadrian pistoned his hips even faster. Tears had already fallen down his cheeks. His round eyes, pitiful and watery. A seductive glance from Moulin and Hadrian grunted with delight.

"Mine..." Rasped Hadrian as he lifted Moulin's knees even higher.

Moulin only lifted his gaze and leans forward to lick Hadrian's chin. "Mine..."

A chuckle left Hadrian's lips and he growls in satisfaction, chasing the apex of pleasure. Hounding their climax.

"Oh, yes... " Moulin tilts his head and stares at the beastly gaze of the man before him. Moulin's body rocks and trembles as orgasm chased him. Moulin shakes, his toes curled, and his mouth opens in a long moan.

With one final thrust, Hadrian growls before he released himself inside Moulin's core. His cock flares inside his lover's core.

Moulin shudders when his sacred place warms with the powerful gush inside his canal. Flowing around the shaft that spurted inside him and dripping from his slit. Filled to the brim.

Moulin panted. His body went slack.

His eyes wander to Hadrian who was breathing like a satiated beast. The grip around Moulin's knees slightly loosened and Moulin let himself be carried towards the pool.

"Satisfied, young master?" Hadrian's voice entered Moulin's ears as the man settled them in the comfort of the slightly warm waters. Moulin leans on Hadrian's chest, feeling Hadrian's cock inside him.

"Hm... It's acceptable..." Moulin playfully smiled. He glanced at Hadrian, an taunting look adores his face.

"Now bath me..."

A smile graced Hadrian's face. He leaned and kissed Moulin's lips.

"As you wish, young master..."