Zephyr's eyes were clear—so clear that Lucien could even see his own flushed, disheveled reflection in them. Finally, a thought crossed Lucien's mind.
He was played...
'This son of a—'
Lucien didn't even get the chance to curse in his head. The next second, his mind went blank as he felt the tip of his tongue bitten, sending a shudder of pleasure through him.
All his attention immediately narrowed on the slick and cool feeling inside his mouth that sent shivers down his spine as Zephyr nipped and sucked on his tongue. His heart was beating so, so fast, he felt like it would burst any second. But then... Lucien's gaze blurred and his eyes started to roll slightly.
Ah... He forgot to breathe again.
But this time, amid his muddled thoughts, the man holding him broke away for just a small, brief moment, thumb brushing away the moisture at the corner of his lips as he leaned in impossibly close, voice dropping into a low, deep murmur against his lips.
"Breathe."
Zephyr's lips curled faintly as he closed in again, lightly grazing Lucien's lips in a slow, unhurried motion. He couldn't see, and yet his energy traced every inch of the person gasping in his arms, clutching his clothes.
It looked like he had learned to be bad.
Hah... but taking advantage of Lucien felt far too good for him to feel guilty about it.
He couldn't help but ask himself.
How could someone taste so exquisite?
So warm? So sweet? Never before had Zephyr felt his calm heart beat so fast.
It thudded loudly against his chest. He almost felt he could be addicted to this.
Once someone had been given even an inch, it was only natural they would want more. And this time... it was Lucien who had initiated the intimacy, so he couldn't blame him. Zephyr's arm around Lucien's waist shifted, fingers slipping beneath his clothes to trace the warmth of soft skin.
He hummed softly.
His Cien was just too kind.
Zephyr could eat him right here and now and still felt like Cien wouldn't push him away.
That kind, soft-hearted tolerance... Hah, it was truly enough to make one worry, angry, and incredibly pleased at the same time.
However, how could the world that had made him suffer for so long allow him to indulge in such a sweet moment for long without interruption? The fragile intimacy shattered when Zephyr's ears twitched at the sound of multiple approaching voices.
Reluctantly, he pulled away from the kiss, though not before lingering for a few more soft and unhurried kisses against Lucien's moist, reddened, slightly swollen lips. On the other hand, Lucien was far too dazed to stop him. When Zephyr finally moved back, Lucien even subconsciously leaned forward, chasing after the cool touch he had lost.
It seemed Lucien's mind was too hazy to properly register anything anymore. The pleasure was already too much for him.
A low, pleased chuckle escaped Zephyr's throat as he felt his endearing actions. He silently rubbed his thumb across Lucien's damp lips, eyes darkening for a short, brief moment with unmistakable fondness and possessiveness. But as he lifted his eyes toward the distance, they narrowed coldly.
'How annoying.'