Xion's mouth worked hungrily, swallowing the cock down his throat.
He barely managed to choke back tears at the corners of his eyes as Darius kept twitching against his tongue.
The green mana started to curl faintly around his waist like a living flame, caressing him as if the Archduke's lust had taken physical form.
It easily slithered around his bare shoulder, down to his spine, forcing him to arch into the sensual touch.
A moan spilled from his gagged mouth, enticing his bound lover even more.
The arm restraints creaked under the Archduke's strain. He was losing his grip.
"Fuck, baby… you're going to kill me," Darius groaned, his hips jerking despite his effort to stay still. His hoarse voice carried that raw, unfiltered edge that sent Xion's chest burning.
The healer moaned softly, mouth stretched, drool spilling down his chin.
He liked the way Darius lost composure, the way he wasn't the untouchable Archduke anymore—just his lover, helpless under his mouth.
