"I will bring you with me."
The golden rings of his eyes gleamed with a promise.
Moulin was surprised by the unexpected decision. When he opened his mouth to
Delicate fingertips dig into the hard muscle of both arms, clenching and spasming along with the rhythm of powerful thrusts. As Moulin's body rocked, he gasped and moaned. Hadrian's name, leaking out from his lips. Drunk by the pleasure his lover was offering him.
"Hadrian..." Moulin whimpers as he's jerked upwards when Hadrian thrusts into him firmly. Hadrian's arm slipped between Moulin and the mattress, clinging around the youth's waist like a vice. His hand is reaching for Moulin's nape. Thumb, kneading the spot at the base of the young man's skull, drawing circles, and aiming to soothe. However, Moulin was beyond soothed.
