Page 82 of Blinding Light

Moargan chuckled softly, his breath causing Cyprian goosebumps. “You’ve become pretentious. I should punish you for that.” There was no sting in those words, only teasing, and they both knew it. It added to the heating flame they’d both started chasing.

Cyprian’s pants were pulled down and he felt wet fingers rimming his crease before one entered his hole. He shivered, tensing up from the intrusion.

“Relax lover, I need you. Need to be the one in charge. It’s my depraved side.” He licked Cyprian’s throat, voice rumbling through his ear. “Your fear gets me off. I fucking love how you tremble in my arms.”

Cyprian whimpered. “You’re a villain.”

“What else, aeon?” voice thick with amusement. “Say it.” He sank his teeth in Cyprian’s earlobe while his finger started working Cyprian’s ass with faster pumps.

“You love violence. You—ugh—” Cyprian jerked in ecstasy when Moargan touched his prostate, canting his hips for more friction. “You never play fair,” he choked out.

Moargan added another finger inside. “That’s right. I don’t play according to anyone’s rules.” His fingers kept on scissoring him open, touching his prostate with every stroke. It made Cyprian’s cock throb in the sheets, made his balls heavy with the need to come.

“I play according to my own rules. I want, I get. I fight, I win. I take, I own. Keep it coming, lover, your heartbeat sounds so beautiful.”

Cyprian let out a whine when Moargan removed his fingers and moved between his legs, then pushed his ass against the feel of that blunt cockhead rubbing at his entrance. He shivered when Moargan spread his cheeks and let spit dribble down inthe crease of his ass, then smeared it with the tip of his dick before slowly inserting himself.

“So tight,” Moargan groaned. He took his time sliding in through Cyprian’s narrow channel until he was fully sheathed. “Relax for me, lover.”

Swallowing hard, Cyprian nodded, though he was still trying to catch his breath from the feeling of being entirely filled. Moargan hugged him around the stomach and slowly circled his cock inside him, loosening him up a bit more.

“That’s it,” Moargan crooned. He slowly started thrusting, his hand snaking down to grab hold of Cyprian’s cock. “Already hard and leaking for your prince. That’s a goodaeon.”

“W-what is anaeon?” Cyprian breathed. The sensations of Moargan stroking his cock as he was pounding his ass, were driving him insane. Desire crept right under the surface, heavy and unhinged, making Cyprian moan and wheeze and his hips move.

Moargan’s chuckle was raspy and sounded like music to Cyprian’s ears. He clenched his teeth to prevent himself from coming so soon.

“Many things. Such as an animal. Very pretty and sweet.” Moargan sucked at his earlobe. “Very docile, though their claws can be sharp.”

“I’m not docile!” Cyprian snarled, but Moargan laughed him off.

“No? Watch me.” Moargan picked up his pace, impaling Cyprian with short and fast thrusts. Desire pooled fiercely in the pit of his stomach, making him cry out. He struggled to keep up, and even the bed shrieked and sighed under the heavy weight of their sharp movements. His balls felt heavy when Moargan fondled them in his palm, the sensation sending little thrums of pleasure.

“Ugh–” Cyprian felt himself unravelling, the raspy pants of the Imperial causing shivers on his flesh.

“Come for me, littleaeon,” Moargan commanded, and he gave Cyprian’s cock a few slow, firm strokes that made him lose control. “Come for me now.”

Cyprian did, exploding in that strong hand as he cried out, hips jerking as he unloaded himself. He circled an arm around Moargan’s ass and felt him rocking back and forth, feeling Moargan’s damp forehead on his temple.

“Fuck—” Moargan groaned. “So responsive, I love it.”

Cyprian turned over his shoulder, gaze locking with Moargan. He watched as the Imperial’s eyes gleamed in the dark, shining a purple light through the room. He widened his grin, and the gemstones took Cyprian’s breath away. They had changed from their usual silver to a matching violet; it’s a sight beautiful in its supremacy.

“Come, my prince.” The words spilled from his mouth in a whisper.

Moargan leaned forward and dug his teeth into Cyprian’s skin, then unloaded with a raspy cry.

They laid like that for a long time, until their pants had been replaced by deep breaths. Only then, after they’d come down from their high, did Cyprian feel the sting in his neck and the way Moargan’s come leaked out of his stretched hole.

For a fierce second, his mind felt clearer than it had been for a long time.

“Those tears…” Moargan whispered against his skin.

“Relief,” Cyprian admitted. “Thank you for bringing me back to bed.”

Moargan let out a heavy sigh. “Sleep now.” Their palms united, making Cyprian’s conscience falter and slip, dragging him to a much needed rest.

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