Lucien trembled violently in Damian's arms. The sensation of being invaded to the very core made his mind go blank, leaving only flickering spots of light before his eyes. He tried to breathe according to the man's words, but every time his chest heaved, the inner muscles tightened around Damian's manhood, causing both of them to moan.
"That is right... relax... good boy..." Damian whispered, his voice thick and hoarse against Lucien's ear. Damian bent down to kiss Lucien's sweat-drenched temple, kissed the corners of the eyes that were leaking tears, and kissed the tip of the nose that was flushed red from crying. Those tender kisses were in stark contrast to the monster lying dormant inside Lucien's body.
