Lucien's thrusts remained deep and majestic for a few more strokes, savoring the way Elian's body fluttered and clenched around him. Then he whispered hotly into Elian's ear, his voice thick with lust, "Like this?"
"Yes—yes, like that—ohh—" Elian moaned, his arms wrapping tightly around Lucien's neck, pulling their chests flush together. His nails dug into the Duke's bare shoulders as pleasure coiled tighter in his belly.
Lucien breathed heavily, green eyes dark with hunger. He slowly lifted Elian's legs, draping them over his broad shoulders and folding the smaller man nearly in half. The new angle let him sink even deeper, the head of his thick cock dragging right against that sweet spot with every controlled glide.
"Fuck, Elian—you're killing me—" he grunted, his hips thrusting harder, the wet slap of oil-slick skin starting to echo louder in the room.
