The study was filled with the dense scent of ink, sweat, and their release.
Xion’s trembling form splayed across the cold surface like an offering to some unholy altar. And Darius was standing there, watching as his cum slowly trailed down the inside of a flushed thigh.
Perhaps the table was too cold, he thought absently, gaze flicking to Xion’s feet. The soft soles had turned pink by now.
"Come here." Without waiting for an answer, Darius gathered the gasping beauty into his arms, lifting him effortlessly before striding toward the bed.
Xion didn’t resist, nor did he stop his tormenter. He let himself be carried in Darius’s hold.
Maybe he saw it as penance, like a small price to pay for the wreckage he’d left on their wedding day.
For the princess, he had killed. For all those guards who died in that explosion.
Darius had saved him from both the gallows and from public execution.
Whatever twisted justice the world would have handed him, the great Archduke had shielded him from it.
So, he wanted to repay his lover in some way.
Though he wasn’t sure why, there was still that uneasiness wrapping around his chest whenever he thought about that incident.
What he didn’t recognize, what he couldn’t bring himself to name, was the fear. He was terrified that Darius, too, might one day disappear, that just like that night, he would be left alone with the strangers of this world.
He wouldn’t be able to see Darius no matter how he tried.
And so, like a drowning man clinging to driftwood, he held tighter. Even when the Archduke’s touch wasn’t as gentle as before, he never once pushed him away.
Because when Darius was inside him, he would forget everything else.
After all, Darius makes everything warm.
Contrary to his earlier beastly actions, the Archduke laid Xion down on the soft bed before rolling him to one side.
One by one, he removed the golden chains. Their clinks against the floor sounded far louder than they should have in the quiet room. Or maybe it was just Xion’s heart that was beating in his ears.
When the last one fell, Darius turned him onto his back.
Blue glossy eyes blinked against the candlelight haloing his lover’s silhouette, framing the sharp angles of his face in gold.
With trembling fingers, he reached up to touch the corner of the beautiful green eye as though verifying if this elf-like being was real.
"Are you happy... my dear husband?" he asked, voice slightly hoarse from tears and moans alike. A single tear clung to his lashes, then slipped down his cheek.
Yet, he smiled.
Darius gazed at him like one who had found the holy in flesh.
"More than just happy," he echoed, then leaned down to pepper kisses across Xion’s face. "I’m delighted."
He rolled his hips against Xion’s thigh, letting the younger feel just how delighted he truly was.
Xion gasped. Why is he always so quick to get hard?
"Give me a break..." his plea was caught somewhere between laughter and weariness.
Darius smirked. "No, baby. You promised."
Ah. He had. In the throes of want, Xion had whispered promises into his husband’s ear and now there was no way for him to back down.
Still flushed and slick with the aftermath of their first round, Xion put his tied arms around Darius’s neck and pulled him down for another messy kiss.
With a tug, he pushed the remaining robe aside, exposing flushed skin to the cool air. The only thing that remained on Xion’s body was the golden bells tied to his slender ankles.
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