“No one,” Lucian replied. The glass started to melt and the Lucian Marcus knew started to return, but the memory of what Marcus had just seen didn’t fade aseasily.
“Someone did,” Marcus insisted. His hand left Lucian’s cock, pressing against his bare hip instead. Marcus pinned him loosely to the wall, seeking answers Lucian wasn’t willing to give. “No one moves like that without training,Lucian.”
Andyoureyes…
Marcus’ lips flattened into a straight line. He wouldn’t bring up the look in Lucian’s eyes—not now. It wasn’t right. Lucian would tell him one day, but until then, Marcus refused to make him feel uncomfortable. What bound them was pleasure, not pain, and all Marcus wanted to do was strip the hurt plastered in Lucian’s soul and patch him wholeagain.
“I’m sorry.” Lucian glanced away. Marcus noticed the deliberate way he breathed. He was working through the hurt on his own. “I didn’t know that what I was doing waswrong.”
“This is your reward, not mine,” Marcus reminded him. His thumb caressed the dip of Lucian’s hip, trying to soothe him. “Right here, right now, you don’t have to perform. You don’t have to put on an actforme.”
Lucian met his eyes. The shadows they played in masked the intensity of his expression, but they couldn’t hide his underlyingemotions.
Surprise. Relief.Curiosity.
The look in Lucian’s eyes woke a part of Marcus that filled his chest with menthol. Its tingling crept through him to leave him suddenly aware of every emotion he harbored inside. Physical attraction had never struck him like this before—it was too staggering, too real. Something about Lucian made him want to protect, to soothe, and to pleasure—and the realization shook Marcus just as deeply as the look in Lucian’seyeshad.
It wasn’t like him, but now that he was feeling it, he couldn’tdenyit.
Marcus cupped Lucian’s jaw and guided his chin upward. Lucian didn’t resist. When they were lip to lip and Lucian had closed his eyes, Marcus allowed himself to speak again. The words were gentle—they only traveled far enough to vibrate on Lucian’s lips. They had no need for anything louderthanthat.
“You never have to act for me,” Marcus told him, letting the sincerity in his voice speak for itself. “You never have to pretend. What I do, I do for you. Do youunderstand?”
“Yes,” Lucian whispered. The word didn’t reach Marcus’ ears—it ghosted acrosshislips.
“I want you to come tonight. I want you to be selfish. Will you let mespoilyou?”
And do you trust me to fix that broken part insideofyou?
“Yes,” Lucian whispered again. His fingers curled loosely inMarcus’hair.
“Then no more pretending,” Marcus whispered back. “No more acting. No more trying to impress me. Tonight, all I want is to reward you for what you’ve done for me. Let me touch you. Let me makeyoucome.”
Lucian kissed him so gently that Marcus wasn’t sure if he was imagining it or not. Their noses brushed, affection tender between them. The hand that pinned Lucian’s narrow hip to the wall slid downward, following the curve of his public bone, until Marcus’ fingertips reunited with the base of Lucian’s cock. Lucian gasped against his mouth, a dainty sound that Marcus silenced withakiss.
When he stroked Lucian this time, he worked his hand in slow,deliberateways.
Lucian whimpered. His fingers tightened briefly in Marcus’ hair, then unclenched and went lax. Marcus pumped him, working from his heart rather than his head. The connection between them deepened, and it drew Marcus in and left him enslaved to the fledgling submissive inhisarms.
“Do you feel it inside of you?” Marcus asked Lucian, speaking in a low voice too quiet to breach the night. “Do you feel my cum coursing through your balls, building and building, begging tocomeout?”
“Yours?” Lucian’s wordshook.
“Mine,” Marcus uttered. “You’re mine. All of you. The lips I kiss. The words you speak. The cum you makeforme.”
Lucian sucked in abreath.
“Do you feel my cum, fledgling?” Marcus asked again. He opened his hand and let his fingers sink down to run over Lucian’s balls. One by one, he played with them. “Do you feel it? I want it now. I want you to give ittome.”
“Oh my god,” Lucian whispered. He shook, but Marcus held him firm. “Marcus…”
“Let my cum out, fledgling.” Despite their hushed conversation, heat branded Marcus’ words. “I want you to let it all out. Comeforme.”
Lucian whimpered. His fingers tightened in Marcus’ hair, and his hips moved forward of their own accord. This time it wasn’t the carefully scripted thrusting he’d performed before—the movements were instinctive, and their intensity couldn’t befaked.
“I’m going to come,” Lucian uttered. His voice hitched, snagged on his pleasure. “There’s so much of it. I can’t… I can’t stop. Marcus, Ican’tstop.”
“Shh.” Marcus kissed him to silence, and Lucian whimpered into his mouth. The sound sharpened, and as it did, sudden tension rippled through Lucian’s body. Marcus felt the change, and heencouragedit.
