The translucent white curtains fluttered as the gentle breeze gently dances past it. Within the master's room, two figures sat on the bed quietly. Only the whispers of the wind could be heard along with their steady breathing.
Waves of soft silver hair fell lightly past the youth's gentle shoulders. The delicate back layered only with a thin white tunic leaned on the warm strong chest belonging to the man who held him. Strong arms circled Moulin's slim waist. The man seemed reluctant to release his hold yet afraid to disappoint the youth at the same time.
Lord Hadrian pressed his nose on the mass of silky silver strands. The tip of his nose, lightly brushing the surface of the youth's nape giving Moulin a tingling sensation.
Hadrian inhaled his scent, addicted to the presence of the youth's body.
