(Warning: More mature Content Ahead.)
Elian's POV
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It didn't take long for Elian's clothes to come off as well. Kyren was so smooth with taking them off him after all.
The rogue king had him face-first against a hedge, grinding his throbbing dick up and down his ass crack while keeping his arms spread wide on the hedge.
Leaves fell and Elian's skin pricked against the rough surface, but the soft moans and squirms his body made were more than enough sign that he was right where he wanted to be.
"I've only known about your existence for a few days..." Kyren rasped on his neck, trailing kisses on his skin. "Yet each night since then, I've stood outside my balcony, staring at the red skies of my domain... Imagining, plotting, calculating how exactly our first meeting would turn out."
[It's low-key giving stalker energy... But I'm living for it! I think...]
