Page 25 of Blinding Light

“Words, beautiful?” Moargan insisted.

“No,” Xander’s soft reply made Moargan purr.

“Fuck, little aeon, you have no idea how much that answer pleases me.”

Feral. It made him feral. Xander washis.

They both groaned when Moargan pressed their dicks together. Spit dribbled down onto their leaking crowns, and he used it to lube their shafts and started stroking.

“Look at me.”

Xander panted, cock twitching. Finally, he gazed up. From this close, Moargan could see the golden irises were made of shimmering flecks. “Your eyes are something else.”

Xander flushed.

“They are spectacular.” Speeding up, Moargan watched his throat bobbing as he swallowed. His own eyes rolled back, and he knew he was close. Good light, having their erections rub together felt like heaven. He spit more in his hand, feeling how Xander’s heart picked up at the sight. And then his hand was back, faster than before, fisting their twitching cocks.

Xander shouted as hot cum streamed out of his slit, making his shaft even slicker. Moargan’s toes curled when he felt his orgasm approach, balls drawing up tight when pleasure erupted. Keeping a steady hand to milk them to completion, Xander sputtered and whimpered before collapsing back onto the pillow.

They stayed like this, sprawled out, panting heavily, until Moargan could think clear again. The little adventure he’d forced upon Xander in the spaceship had been good enough for him to want more of him, but good light, this had been amazing. He was used to his prey being afraid, but usually, that was laced with defeat. After all, Helions knew the outcome of an Aureate, a public contest.

Death.

Slavery.

Sex.

The Luminary.

It was whatever pleased their new owner.

But there was something refreshing about someone whothought they could talk him out of it. It was endearing.Hewas. Endearing. His new possession. His littleaeon.

His.

“The front door isn’t locked.” Moargan turned to watch Xander clean himself with the towel he’d handed him.

“No?” Cyprian slid back into the sheets with hooded eyes. He looked tired and confused. “You played me.”

“Uhuh.” Moargan tossed the towel away, crooking his finger at Cyprian. “The ring. I know you don’t have those in Tulniri, but over here, we link them to our multi-slate. Swipe it over the door, and you can come and leave my property as you like.Withmy guards that is.” Xander looked beautifully lost, mouth agape as he undoubtedly searched for ways to fight Moargan’s decision. “Since I decided to keep you,” he added, just to be sure that part of the message had been received loud and clear. And because he loved the way Xander’s cheeks blushed at the words.

Feeling positively satisfied, Moargan pressed closer to him. They were both on their sides now, under the satin covers. The drugs were about to carry him off to sleep. “Did you have dinner before I had you picked up?”

“Hmm.” Xander let out a cute yawn, mumbled something unintelligible, and turned onto his other side, giving him his back, and drifted off.

Moargan watched Xander’s sleeping frame, the afterglow still warm. He wanted to talk to Yure and see if his friend had found anything interesting about his littleaeon. He’d need to formalize things soon. After all, there was a murderer out there who preyed upon guests of Helion. At that decision, something settled in his chest, thrumming and sighing happily.

Lighting up his multi-slate, Moargan called Helianth. “I’m sorry I got back to you so late. I got caught up.” He traced a finger over Xander’s naked arm. “I spoke to Father.”

Their dinner got cancelled last night because Kylix needed his younger brother. They had been out the rest of the night.

“You did?” Helianth sounded eager. “And?”

Moargan slipped out of bed, careful to not wake up Xander, and strolled to the window. Drawing one of the curtains, he sat down on the windowsill and lit a red cinder cigarette. The soothing flow of the opium entered his system upon the first inhale and Moargan leaned back and closed his eyes.

“He’ll back you up. Of course.”

Helianth let out a sigh of relief. “That’s good news. That’s fucking great news.”

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