Chapter 122 Good Morning, My Love

The sun streamed in through the half-drawn curtains, golden light spilling across the rumpled sheets and the tangled bodies in the center of the large bed. Morning had come softly, but the air inside the cabin was thick with heat and the wet, filthy sounds of skin meeting skin.

"Ahh~ Lucien~ Fuck, yes~"

Elian’s deep moan filled the room, raw and broken, as Lucien fucked him deep and slow.

Lucien had Elian’s legs hooked firmly around his waist, knees locked high against his ribs, holding him open so every thick, deliberate thrust sank to the hilt. The slow drag of Lucien’s cock stretching him open again and again made Elian’s toes curl against Lucien’s back. Precome and leftover oil from the night before made every slide filthy and slick, the wet squelch of it loud in the quiet morning.

"You’re driving me crazy, Elian," Lucien rasped, voice low and rough with sleep and hunger.

He braced himself on his uninjured forearm, the other hand gripping Elian’s hip hard enough to leave fingerprints. "Taking me so deep already... still so fucking tight for me, baby."

Elian’s head tipped back into the pillows, brown curls fanned out, lips parted around another long, helpless moan. "Mmng—oh, god—just like that, your grace—" His hands scrambled over Lucien’s shoulders, nails digging in as Lucien rolled his hips in a slow, grinding circle that pressed against every sensitive spot inside him.

Lucien cursed under his breath before he leaned down and sealed his mouth over one of Elian’s nipples, sucking hard. His tongue flicked the tight peak, teeth grazing just enough to make Elian jolt and cry out. He switched to the other nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth while his hips never stopped their slow, devastating rhythm.

The dual sensation—cock stretching him open and the wet heat of Lucien’s mouth on his nipple—had Elian shaking.

"Lucien—fuck—" Elian’s voice cracked. His cock lay hard and leaking against his stomach, bobbing with every thrust, leaving sticky trails of precome across his own skin.

Lucien released the nipple with a wet pop. "You’re fucking beautiful and fucking mine." He whispered under Elian’s chin and dragged his tongue up the center of Elian’s chest, tasting the salt of sweat.

He kissed the hollow of Elian’s throat, then higher, until their mouths met in a deep, filthy kiss. Tongues slid together, messy and desperate. Lucien fucked him through it, never speeding up, only grinding deeper, making sure Elian felt every thick inch.

Then, without warning, Lucien pulled out.

Elian’s hole clenched around nothing. "No—" a soft, needy whimper escaping him at the sudden emptiness.

Before he could protest, Lucien was moving down his body, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his trembling stomach until he reached Elian’s cock. He didn’t tease. He simply opened his mouth and took him in to the root in one smooth slide.

"Ah—gods—" Elian’s back arched hard off the bed. His hands flew to Lucien’s hair, gripping tight as the wet heat of Lucien’s throat closed around him.

Lucien hummed, the vibration shooting straight up Elian’s spine, and sucked with filthy, rhythmic pulls. He bobbed his head slow and deep, tongue working the underside, cheeks hollowed.

Spit dripped down Elian’s balls. Lucien’s bandaged arm braced beside Elian’s hip while his free hand held the base of Elian’s cock, stroking in time with his mouth.

He pulled off just long enough to lick a broad stripe from base to tip, then suck the head hard, tasting the steady leak of precome. "You taste so fucking good," he muttered against the wet skin. "Been dreaming about this cock for months. Wanted to choke on it every night you were gone."

Elian’s thighs trembled around Lucien’s shoulders. "Lucien—please—I need—"

Lucien gave one last deep, filthy suck, then released him with a soft, wet sound. He crawled back up Elian’s body in a smooth, predatory move.

"You need what, my love? I need to hear it," he rasped breathlessly, cupping Elian’s chin and looking hungrily into his wet eyes.

Elian’s hips thrust up, seeking friction desperately. "Your cock, Lucien. I need you to put your cock inside me and ruin me... please, your grace..." He begged shamelessly.

With a low growl, Lucien hooked Elian’s legs around his waist again and pushed back inside in one long, continuous thrust.

"Fuck..." Lucien groaned, gritting his teeth.

"Ahhh...." Elian moaned, eyes rolling into his skull from the blinding pleasure.

"Take me, baby..." Lucien panted. "Take what you fucking asked for..." he grunted as he snapped his hips harder and faster.

Elian’s head fell back as Lucien filled him completely once more, the stretch even more intense after the brief emptiness.

Lucien didn’t give him time to adjust. He started fucking him again—deeper, and with a new edge of possession. Every thrust bottomed out, the head of his cock kissing that sweet spot inside Elian until the smaller man’s moans turned into broken, continuous sounds.

"That’s it," Lucien whispered against Elian’s ear, voice thick with love and lust. "Take every inch. You’re so fucking beautiful like this... open for me, shaking for me, letting me love you the way I should have from the start."

He reached between them and wrapped a firm hand around Elian’s cock, stroking in perfect time with his thrusts. His thumb smeared the slick precome over the sensitive head, twisting on every upstroke. Elian’s hips jerked, trying to fuck up into the fist and back onto the cock at the same time.

Lucien’s mouth found Elian’s again, kissing him deep and dirty while he fucked him. The bed creaked softly beneath them. Sunlight painted shifting patterns across their sweat-slick skin. Outside, birds sang. Inside, the only sounds were the wet slap of bodies, the filthy glide of cock in and out of a stretched hole, and the soft, desperate noises spilling from Elian’s throat.

"I love you," Lucien breathed against his lips between thrusts. "Love the way you squeeze me. Love how wet you get for me. Love every fucking sound you make when I’m this deep."

Elian’s eyes were glassy, lashes wet. He clutched at Lucien’s back, nails dragging down the strong muscles. "Harder—please, Lucien—I need to come—"

Lucien’s control frayed. He shifted the angle, hooked one of Elian’s legs higher over his shoulder, and started fucking him with longer, deeper strokes. Still not frantic—still deliberate—but with enough force that the headboard tapped lightly against the wall. His hand on Elian’s cock sped up, twisting, squeezing just under the head on every stroke.

"Come for me," Lucien growled, voice raw. "Come on my cock while I fill you up. Want to feel you break, baby. Want to feel you come so hard you forget every reason you ever tried to leave."

Elian’s body tightened like a drawn bow. His hole clenched rhythmically around Lucien’s thrusting cock. A broken, high cry tore from his throat as the orgasm slammed through him. Thick ropes of come painted his stomach and Lucien’s fist. His entire body shook, thighs locking hard around Lucien’s waist, hole pulsing and milking the cock inside him.

Lucien fucked him through it, never stopping, eyes locked on Elian’s face with pure, overwhelming devotion. The sight of Elian coming apart—mouth open, eyes glassy, body trembling—pushed him over the edge.

"Ughh... fuck.." He buried himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural groan and spilled hot and deep inside Elian, pulse after pulse of come flooding him. He kept rocking through it, shallow, loving thrusts that worked every drop deeper, prolonging both their pleasure until the aftershocks left them both trembling.

They stayed locked together for long minutes afterward. Lucien’s forehead rested against Elian’s, both of them breathing hard. Exchanging soft, open-mouthed kisses—slow, tender, tasting of salt and sex and something that felt dangerously close to forever.

Lucien’s thumb stroked gently along Elian’s cheekbone. "Good morning, my love," he whispered, voice hoarse and full of quiet wonder.

Elian’s answering smile was small, shy, and still a little dazed. His fingers traced the line of Lucien’s jaw. "You’re still an idiot," he murmured, but the words were soft, almost affectionate. "And you’re still inside me."

Lucien’s soft laugh rumbled between them. He rolled his hips once, deliberately, feeling the slick mess of their combined come. "Planning to stay right here for a while longer," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of Elian’s mouth. "Unless you want me to stop proving how much I love you."

Elian’s arms tightened around him in answer, pulling him closer as the morning sun continued to pour across their bodies.

After an hour of proving just how and how deep he loved Elian, Lucien suggested a bath in the river close by.

"What if someone sees us?" Elian asked as they walked along a thin path filled with trees.

Lucien pulled Elian into his side and hugged him tightly. "Scared?" He whispered into Elian’s ear.

"Horrified," Elian playfully slapped Lucien’s chest. "I don’t want to be sentenced to death by your—"

"I dare you to finish that sentence, Elian," Lucien growled, spanking Elian’s ass and gripping it tightly.

Elian gasped, glancing around the woods. "Lucien—"

"You still doubt me." Lucien stepped away from Elian and grabbed his wrist. "Come on, follow me... I’ll give you a reason never to doubt my love for you." He said and pulled Elian along with him as they headed to the river.