Page 24 of Blinding Light

“Why are you doing this?” Xander pleaded, but he didn’t wait for a reply. He swung open the first door he found. Another light switched on.

Moargan shrugged. “It’s in my blood to do this.”

Xander eyed the large bathtub, the white and golden tiles, and double wash basins.

“Do you like it?” Moargan leaned against the wall and their eyes met through the mirror.

“No.” He ran for the next room that soon lit up, nearly tumbling into the toilet.

Moargan chuckled.

Xander kept on going, revealing more rooms and lighting up the house. His desperation grew. His heart rate sounded like music to Moargan's ears. “Still don’t like it?” He asked when they finally came to a stop in the living room. Unlike him, Xander was panting, and his yellow eyes flickered as he shook his head.

There were two rooms left. Moargan’s own heart sped up. Tonight’s build-up had been a constant tease and his boner felt uncomfortable against his pants. Xander had discovered his entire home, except for the two rooms where they’d be spending most of their time.

As if he could feel that too, Xander eyed the closed doors with apprehension.

“Which one is it going to be?”

Xander didn’t answer, but when he jogged to the first one, Moargan felt his stomach tighten with hunger.

He opened, looked inside the brightened room, spluttered in surprise at the rapid puffs of the acacia diffuser, and tried to run out immediately.

“Those rooms are interconnected,” Moargan mused against the back of Xander’s neck as he pushed against Xander’s back, bringing them both inside.

“You’re crazy,” Xander exclaimed. “I’m not…what is that even?” His brilliant eyes took in the leather bench and set of tools that were put on display.

“This is my dressing room, though it has many…functional items aside from clothes to which I’ll soon introduce you.”

“No. This is wrong, this is…I’m sorry, you…I need to go, this is wrong.” Xander stepped forward, creating more space between them, then pushed open the other door with trembling fingers. Gasping, he eyed the large bed with its silver bedding and silky pillows.

“Please,” he whispered.

Moargan pressed a hand on the small of Xander’s back. The plea sounded like music to his ears. “This is where your conquest ends,” he rumbled, and without a warning, he pushed Xander forward and onto the sheets. “And where mine begins.” Flipping his yellow-eyed beauty so they faced each other, Moargan straddled his thighs. “How are you feeling, littleaeon?”

Xander’s pupils were blown, and his lips had gone slack. He looked stunning like this. “What did you do to me?”

Moargan grinned. “Again, I see that you aren’t accustomed to Helion’s ways. The acacia puffer you inhaled? We like a little opium in our lifestyle. It takes off the rough edges.” Dipping his face, he gave Xander a sinister grin that made the other man tremble. With fear, no doubt, but there was something else there too. Just like the first time Moargan had hunted him down. Moargan’s lips ghosted right above Xander’s, and he lingered, letting the anticipation build up, then pressed down. Soaking up the fear from Xander’s mouth tasted like heaven, especially because of the sweet sounds Xander made.

They stared at each other, Xander’s eyes a delicious cocktail of fear, confusion, and hunger.

“Did you drug me?”

Moargan leaned in for another taste inside Xander’s mouth. “I did,” he mumbled against his lips. “Although technically, it wasn’t more than a puff. You’re just a lightweight.” His mouth rubbed against Xander’s, humming in approval as the pillowy lips melted into his. They brushed together as Moargan’s teeth scraped the soft flesh, making Xander gasp, his chest heaving when Moargan’s hand roamed around to test the tender flesh around his neck.

“Your skin is perfect for bruises,” he mused, chuckling when Xander’s glassy eyes shifted. “Don’t worry, littleaeon. Your mindcan’t keep up now, but your body knows exactly what it needs. Just let go.” He pulled Xander’s shirt from its waistband and ran his hand under the fabric. Warm flesh met his palm as he made his way up over the taut skin of his abdomen to his sculpted chest. “Later, I want to explore every single inch of your body. Not now, lover. Right now, I want to pleasure you.”

Buttons scattered around as Moargan tore open Xander’s white shirt, ignoring how his beauty let out a surprisingly clear yelp. He tasted Xander’s exposed neck, reveling when he tilted his head to give him more space. “You’ve made me so hungry,” Moargan mused, incisors scraping the fragile skin of his Adam’s apple. He started opening Xander’s pants, making the other man shiver.

“Watching you run around my house?” He mouthed against the elegant dip between Xander’s throat and collarbone. “Perfection. Tell me,aeon, did you think I’d let you go?” Moargan’s long fingers crawled inside Xander’s pants, and he grinned when he was rewarded with a hazy gasp that turned into a moan when he grabbed hold of that long, hard cock. “Did you?”

“Let me go now,” Xander shuddered. “I’m feeling drowsy. I won’t tell anyone.” He tried to push Moargan away, but the protest was futile. Moargan started pumping Xander’s weeping cock and used his free hand to undo the buttons of his own pants. “Tell me something, littleaeon. Has anyone else ever touched you here before?”

Xander shivered.

“Has anyone ever chased you down and made you theirs? Hmm? Has anyone ever fucked you before?”

Xander shook his head, no, hips bucking in search of more friction.

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