Chapter 253: My Love

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. 

Finally, when Hadrian finally released his mouth, Moulin breathed harshly. His chest was rising and lowering rapidly as he struggled to steady his breathing. His long silver hair, coiling like silver threads all over the bed, looking exquisite and seductive. The sight fueled the fire inside Hadrian. For years, he had agonizingly waited for this man, pictured him numerous times in his mind as he slept. But it was only when his mind grew hazy with the liquor that he could vividly picture Moulin. 

It was like seeing the man, filled with life. However, he couldn't touch him. He couldn't hear him.

It felt like a raging inferno surged inside him as he stared down at the youth beneath him. Helpless for his touch and longing for his warmth. It felt like something snapped inside him—the beast buried beneath, clawing its way out and possessing him completely.

Hadrian grits his teeth. 

Glossy silver eyes lifted, and Moulin parted his lush lips. "Hadrian..."

A growl vibrated from the man's chest. He bent his head joined their lips in a rough, punishing kiss. His tongue, sliding into his mouth, dominating the wet crevice of Moulin's mouth. Moulin whimpered between the kiss as he felt Hadrian began pressed against him. 

Suddenly, he felt hands gripped the collar of his shirt and then-

RIP!

The fabric was forcefully torn was in half. The sound surprised Moulin, but before he could react. Hadrian's hand went into his thighs. They were hot and rough. Their wild touch was firm, and Moulin blanked when his lower garments were thrown off him. Hadrian rose with a huff as he slipped off his clothes. His muscles revealing themselves in the dim light. His body, emanating explosive power, bares itself before Moulin's eyes, and the youth tried hard not to swallow openly. He failed.

Finally, their skin slides against each other. Moulin yelped when Hadrian pulled him by the waist with two strong hands. Moulin's body dragged across the soft sheets. His hair exquisitely trailed above him. 

"You've grown well..." Hadrian whispers on his skin. His tongue sliding on the smoothness of Moulin's throat. 

Moulin moaned. "I was like this when I woke up." His hands softly caress the vast expanse of the man's muscled back. Delicate fingertips slowly traced the lines. 

"Mn..." Hadrian reveled in the feel of Moulin's touch. His eyes turned deep, and he mouthed the curve of Moulin's jaw. "The better... I would be breaking you if you remained small and delicate."

Moulin's breath shuddered. "Pervert-ah!"

His thighs were abruptly propped up, separated by Hadrian's steel thighs. Moulin breathes as he glanced downwards. He wished he hadn't as his face reddened intensely. 

Hovering above his abdomen, stood a long thick weapon. Moulin's throat bobbed. It didn't look like this... frightening before. Or perhaps, he was just used in accommodating the size of it before. However, now he felt if that thing would enter him, he swore he would split into two. Moulin shuddered. Its engorged head hovered slightly above his navel, and the thick width trailing down the root of the cock made Moulin want to clenched his thighs tight. However, he couldn't. His thighs were spread wide, and his genitals were openly exposed to those deep golden eyes. 

"Afraid?" Hadrian leaned over and brushed his lips against Moulin's. 

Moulin parted his lips. Their breaths are combining. "... A bit."

"I won't hurt you..." Hadrian whispered. There was gentleness in his words. It did well to comfort the youth beneath him. "Trust me..."

"Mn..." Moulin exhales. He realized the control in the man's voice. Although, he knew it wouldn't be long for Hadrian to give in to desires. Hadrian couldn't possibly try to hold back even when Moulin was finally in his arms. 

Suddenly, he felt large hands slowly grasp his wrists. Fingers curved around his wrists in a restraining hold. Moulin's breath hitched when his hands were suddenly pinned above his head. Although confused, he didn't feel frightened. With one hand, Hadrian kept his hands restrained while his other hand pressed on the youth's chest. His fingers are trailing down those perfect collarbones, to the valleys of Moulin's abdomen, past his belly button, down to the place where womb was located. Hadrian's eyes deepened, and without warning, he gripped Moulin's erect member. 

"Ah!" Moulin yelped. He writhed as the man began stroking his member up and down. The speed slowly increased with each passing second. Moulin's thighs trembled and spasmed. The stimulation was even stronger, with his hands bound and his body helpless. 

Hadrian brought Moulin's member against his own shaft and began to rub both. Moulin groaned. His eyes glancing down, eyeing the two organs being rubbed together. The toe-curling sensation swept all over his body, and Moulin bit his lips with tearful eyes as his body jerked. His limbs trembled as the orgasm plunged inside him powerfully. 

"Hah... Hah... Hah... " Moulin's breath trembled. His eyes were dazed. His lips were quivering as they parted at every gasp of breath. 

"Beautiful..." Hadrian licked the tears away as he finally released their members. His shaft was burning with the desire to release, and Hadrian wanted nothing more than to plunge inside Moulin mess him up. 

Breathing heavily, Moulin flinched when he felt thick digits brushing his lower organ. His fingers trembled above his head as he closed his eyes with a soft moan. His stomach clenched, and his thighs were spreading wider as he welcomed the intrusion. Hadrian trailed down light kisses down Moulin's throat. His mouth is sucking and licking on the delicate skin. 

"Ohh..." Moulin craned his head back as he felt Hadrian's finger entering his leaking slit. Hadrian didn't stop until he fully inserted his finger. He twisted it before pulling back and thrusting. A cry erupts from the youth's mouth—the snake of carnal desire coiled inside, devouring him. 

At the second finger, Moulin shook. Shaking his head, his body rocks at every thrust, and he writhes. Wordless pleas left his mouth as he was subjected to the pleasure helplessly. Hadrian thumbed the little nub above his hole, tearing down Moulin's rationality.

"F..." Moulin squeezed his eyes shut. He panted noisily with trembling legs. 

At the third finger, Hadrian hooks and twisted his fingers, earning him a loud cry from Moulin's mouth. "F-Finish it!" Moulin demanded with tear streaks tears. He couldn't bear it anymore. His head lolls at Hadrian's movements, his body rocking helplessly. 

Finally, with a cry, a hot burning climax tore through him. With his eyes squeezed shut, his body arched beautifully as his mouth gaped open. His toes curled tightly, and his nails bit into Hadrian's restraining hands. His liquids flowed down Hadrian's wrist, dripping hotly on the stained sheets. 

Hadrian groans. Gods, he was tight. The way his warm walls tightened around his fingers. The feeling was mind-boggling. Anyone would lose himself in carnal need. Golden eyes flashed. 

Moulin laid limped on the bed. His bare chest heaved, and silver strands stuck to his sweaty forehead. He looked as though he was in a trance. His skin glistened with sweat. His eyes are half-lidded and distant. 

"Mnh..." Moulin felt his hands were released. Red marks circled his wrists, but he didn't feel any pain. Fingertips trembled, and a stuttering breath escaped his lips. Oh, Gods. He was totally dying tonight.

Moulin's expression remained unchanged even when he felt it. The strong arm caging his waist. The palm pressing on his collar bone, keeping him down on the bed. And the blunt head of the shaft lightly caressing his hole. 

"Breathe..." Hadrian plants a long kiss on the youth's eyes. Moulin didn't need to be told as he exhales and relaxed himself. 

The cock pushed inside him, parting his slit, entering him slowly. The stinging stretch made Moulin stiffen, but Hadrian comforted him with a gentle on his lips. 

"Ah-" Moulin's breath stifled. His mouth gaped as he felt his knees raised and propped on Hadrian's arm. Spread wide, Moulin groaned as he winced. The thick middle of the shaft slowly slipped inside him. The wet slide made it easier for Moulin to swallow the whole member to the hilt. Finally...

Hadrian closed his eyes. The tight warmth around him was intoxicating. Its velvet warmth, thick and slick with arousal. He wished he could go even deeper, force himself inside. 

He thrust. Moulin broke a moan. 

Breathing harshly. Like a beast in heat, Hadrian abruptly leaned forward and pumped his strong hips. Unprepared, Moulin's eyes widened. A muffled whine broke out from his throat as his body was rocked. His hands clumsily held Hadrian's arms for support as he felt like he was dragged across the sheets, back and forth. Stretching his neck, Hadrian growled, and his muscles tightened. The cords on his neck turned visible, and the veins on his forehead pulsed powerfully. 

Pistoning his hips, he held Moulin still under him. His palm pressing down on the youth's chest as he hiked up Moulin's ankles to his shoulders, folding him in half. With darkening eyes, Hadrian released all the pent-up emotions he had suppressed for years. The fear, the anger, the longing, he broke his chains, and he expressed them through every powerful thrust. 

"W-Wait- Ah!" Moulin furrowed his brows as tears began to form in his eyes. "S-Slow..."

Hadrian captured Moulin's lips and kissed him roughly. He brought his hand and held Moulin's jaw as he ravaged the youth's mouth. "I have waited so long..." Hadrian spoke between their lips. "I missed you..." His voice was hoarse, filled with need. 

"H-Hadrian." Moulin moaned, feeling the hardness of the man's member go deeper inside him. Hands dug into Hadrian's arms. They were strong enough to draw blood. 

Suddenly, Hadrian circled Moulin's body and reversed their position. Plunging on the hard member, Moulin lets out a keening cry. His hair cascades down his body in silver waves like a curtain. His arms were trembling as he rests his hands on Hadrian's hard abdomen to keep himself still. His shoulders were shaking as his legs were spread wide by Hadrian's arms, raising his knees and exposing himself. His slit has spread into a circular shape, and he yanked his gaze away, embarrassed. 

"H-Hadrian..." 

The man smiled as he bent his waist and held Moulin's hips. The youth's legs hanged over his elbows. "Mn, I'll help you..." He tenderly brushes a lock of silvery hair from Moulin's forehead. The lord's golden eyes gleamed with intense warmth and desire as he holds Moulin. 

He leaned forward, kissing away the tears that began to fall from his beloved's face.

"My love... "