The bed bounced when Moulin's back met the mattress. Before he could rise, covetous lips caught his, and he was forced back into the sheets. A shadow loomed over his body dangerously, and strong hands captured his body, snaking into his clothes. Hot palms are pressing into his soft supple skin. They were rough and hasty, as if trying to map his body in less than a minute.
Hadrian finally gripped his nape harshly and tugged the youth to him, making Moulin helplessly accept all advances of his tongue. Moulin furrowed his brows as his hands clumsily reached for the man's cheek. Hadrian groaned as he forced Moulin to tilt his head up, keeping the youth's head in his grasp. His kiss was forceful, overwhelmed with needy desire. Moulin's other hand gripped the sheet over his head as he whispered. His back arches as waves of shivers caress his body.
