Dorian worked him with one finger, then added another. Soon, Hadrian was writhing under the combination of Dorian’s fingers working him open and the slow, gentle pumping. By the time he added a third finger, Hadrian was thrusting down against his hand desperately.
“I’m ready. Please Dorian,” he moaned.
“What?” Dorian asked softly. “Tell me what you want, Hadrian.”
“Fuck me. I need you. I want you inside me. Gods, please, Dorian.”
That was all Dorian could take. He removed his fingers and took the oil again, this time coating his own cock. Hadrian rolled over onto his hands and knees and although his bare, perfect ass waiting to be taken was a ridiculously beautiful sight, Dorian almost wished he had stayed where he was so he could take him while he looked into his eyes.
He gripped Hadrian’s hip and pushed his wet cock into him slowly. He had to hold Hadrian in a tight grip to keep him from thrusting back and taking him too quickly. Dorian didn’t want to hurt him, but he also didn’t think he could take things any faster without losing his mind. Hadrian felt so fucking good.
When he finally entered him fully, he leaned over and kissed Hadrian’s back.
“Alright?”
“Yes,” Hadrian sighed. “You feel so good.” He dropped his head. His arms were already trembling. “Oh, gods, Dorian. Fuck me.”
Dorian sat back up and gripped both his hips and pulled out before thrusting in again. Hadrian raised his head and gasped as he thrust into him again and again. Like everything when it came to Hadrian, Dorian lost the original plan quickly. He’d wanted to be slow and romantic, draw out their one time together and make it special. But Hadrian felt too good. Thesight of him taking all of Dorian, the sounds he was making, the perfect tightness of him—it was all too much. He thrust harder, gritting his teeth and making feral noises as he fucked Hadrian hard and fast.
Hadrian’s arms finally gave out and he collapsed onto his chest. His hands fisted in the thin sheet under them as Dorian pounded into him.
“Yes,” Hadrian cried. “Don’t stop.”
Hadrian tightened around him and it took everything Dorian had not to come at the feeling. Hadrian buried his face in the bed as his orgasm overtook him, crying out wordlessly. Finally he turned his head enough to look back at Dorian. His face was flush and sweaty and his eyes wild.
“Come in me,” he said. “I want you to come in me.”
“Fuck, Hadrian.” Dorian slammed into him, calling out his name as he released inside him. Hadrian watched him, lips parted and eyes blown wide, before he finally collapsed onto the bed. Dorian followed him down.
They lay together panting, slick and sticky. Dorian softened and slipped out of Hadrian and still they didn’t move. Dorian wanted to kiss his shoulder. He wanted to bury his face in his messy curls and breathe in one last time. He wanted to start from the beginning and worship him all over again.
But that way just led to heartbreak. This was their ending. There could be no other way for him if Hadrian was going to have a chance at a real life. Dorian just hoped it was a good one, wherever he ended up. And that maybe he would think about him. Dorian was sure there was going to be little else he thought about for the rest of his short existence.
But the longer they delayed, the more likely it was Hadrian would never get his chance. He had already risked everything for him. The best Dorian could do now was let him go without causing a fuss.
He got up slowly and went to the well and cleaned himself, then redressed in his old, bloodstained clothes. Hadrian had tried to brush them, but the rough feel of the fabric against his skin still made him cringe, and the stains only reminded him of a life that wasn’t his anymore.
Hadrian was dressed and standing by the bed when he came back out. They watched each other for a long time without saying anything.
“I—” Dorian started, then had to stop and swallow around the lump in his throat. “I should go.”
“What if you didn’t?” Hadrian asked.
“I can’t stay here, Hadrian.”
“No. I know. I mean, what if we did? What if you did, but I went too? What if you didn’t go…without me?”
“No,” Dorian said roughly. “You can’t come with me.”
“Why—”
“You know why. I don’t have anywhere to go. I’ll be hunted. It isn’t safe.”
“That is my fault.”
“It doesn’t matter. You saved my life. You did the right thing. You can still go home and have a life.”
“I don’t want that. I don’t want… I don’t know what I want. Just not—”
