"I want you to listen to me," Landen said against his skin, voice low and rough. "I am going to show you exactly what you do to me. And you are going to keep your eyes open. Can you do that for me?"
Adriel nodded, breath already unsteady.
"Words, baby."
"Yes," Adriel managed.
"Good boy."
As the praise left his mouth, Adriel's whole body shivered, his eyes going wide and dark.
∞∞∞
Adriel
Landen started with his mouth.
He kissed down Adriel's body with agonizing slowness; throat first, lips pressing to the pulse point, tongue tracing the tendon there. Then collarbone, kissing along the ridge of it, teeth grazing just enough to make Adriel's breath catch. The center of his chest, mouth open and wet, tasting skin.
He paused at Adriel's stomach. Pressed his lips to the soft skin there, just below his navel. Adriel's hands flew down reflexively, to cover himself.
Landen caught his wrists. He pinned them at Adriel's sides against the mattress, holding them there, and didn't let go.
He kept his mouth where it was. He pressed another kiss, then dragged his tongue across the pale stretch marks at Adriel's hip. Following the silver lines like he was memorizing them.
Then he bit down. Gently at first. Then harder. Teeth sinking into the soft flesh of his hip, marking him. Adriel cried out, his body jerking, his hands straining against Landen's grip without meaning to. The sound that came out of him was broken and beautiful and entirely involuntary.
He was coming apart.
Landen released his wrists.
"Keep them there," he said. Quiet command in his voice.
Adriel did. His hands stayed where Landen had placed them, fisted in the sheets at his sides. He was trembling, his whole body shaking with want and fear and the overwhelming reality of being so completely seen. He was obeying. The realization bloomed hot and terrifying in his chest.
He wanted to obey.
He wanted to be good for Landen. Wanted to hear him say it. Wanted to earn that praise.Good boy.The thought of it made his cock twitch against his stomach, leaking precome onto his skin.
Landen's mouth moved lower.
His hands spread Adriel's thighs apart, firm and unhurried, pushing them wide. The exposure hit Adriel like a physical blow; legs open, body bare, cock hard and leaking, everything on display.
He squeezed his eyes shut.
"Eyes open," Landen reminded him. His voice was rough now. Wrecked with want. And hearing that, knowing he was the reason for it, made something in Adriel's chest crack open.
He forced his eyes open. Looked down.
Landen was between his thighs. His pupils were blown so wide his eyes looked black. His lips were parted, his breathing ragged. He was looking at Adriel like he was the most devastating thing in the world.
The eye contact was almost too much.
Then Landen's mouth was on his cock.
Slow. Wet. Deep.
He cried out. His hips jerked, trying to thrust up into that heat, but Landen's hands gripped his hips hard, holding him down, controlling the rhythm. His tongue worked him with practiced, merciless skill; the flat of it dragging up his shaft, the tip circling the head, in that way that drove Adriel insane. He took Adriel deep, deeper than should have been possible, his throat relaxing around him.
