Lucien stared heatedly at Elian's throbbing cock before lifting his gaze to Elian.
"I'm on my knees for you, Elian. Fuck your anger away into my mouth." He smirked, green eyes blazing with dark hunger.
Elian's breath caught, his hands hovering uncertainly. Lucien didn't wait. With his bare hands, he gripped Elian's hips firmly—skin against skin—and leaned forward. His hot tongue dragged slowly from base to tip, swirling around the flushed head before he took Elian deep in one smooth motion.
A broken moan tore from Elian's throat. Lucien's mouth was velvet heat, wet and relentless. He sucked hard, cheeks hollowing as he bobbed his head, taking every inch until his nose brushed against Elian's pelvis. The obscene, wet sounds of suction filled the room—slick, filthy, and shameless. Lucien swallowed around him, his throat constricting rhythmically, milking Elian with expert pulls that made his knees buckle.
