Chapter 405: You Look Good When You Beg (18+)
Darius angled himself.
Replacing his fingers with his mouth and tongue, he didn’t even give Xion time to adjust as he plunged right into the heart of his mouth.
And he sure took his time exploring every inch with new fervor.
Almost as if it were the first time all over again.
But this wasn’t the hesitant curiosity of their first kiss. This was possession, teeth grazing, tongues tangling until Xion thought he’d drown in it.
Perhaps to the Archduke who had been so devastated by Xion’s declining health, this was his way of reclaiming him.
Xion was gasping, his moan vibrating against Darius’ tongue, and gods, it tasted like heaven.
The healer had started to fumble around, trying to hold onto the arms wrapped around him for support. Because every time Darius moved, Xion found himself growing weaker.
When they broke apart, Xion could only lie there, completely putty.
His chest heaved, his lips tingled, and the faintest thread of saliva still connected them before it broke, vanishing into the steam curling between them.
The root of his tongue had become so numb that even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to speak.
"You are more sensitive, Xion. Why, I wonder?" Darius nipped at the flushed earlobe. His voice had turned hoarse from need. "Or maybe I am the reason, right baby?"
Another kiss stole Xion’s breath as it careened into a debauched mess.
His fingers had stopped working on Xion’s cock, and had slid down to rub the teasing circles over the tight ring of muscles.
The touch there made healer’s thighs twitch, a tremor running all the way up his spine. It felt indecent, like Darius could read him through his body alone.
Perhaps Darius really could, because in the next second, the silver-haired menace used his thumb to press on the sensitive spot under his cock.
His actions were rewarded with his baby’s delicious moans.
With his one hand working on the tight hole, opening it, he was free to tease the hardened pink nipples.
They were red, sensitive, and so damn alluring.
Every brush over them sent heat licking low in Xion’s belly, pulling broken noises from his throat before he could swallow them down.
If it weren’t for their position, Darius would have very much liked to put his mouth there.
"Darius — don’t be so fast. Nngh— " Xion’s pleading turned into a whimper when the teasing in his lower body became intense.
The Archduke didn’t stop. Instead, his movements became more urgent. His mouth had moved from the red lips to the curve of the slender neck.
His breath was molten there, his lips dragging slowly over the racing pulse, lingering as though he could drink the heartbeat straight from Xion’s skin.
"It’s here somewhere... Ah, right," Darius licked the crimson mark that had bloomed due to his teeth.
With a sudden force, he plunged his finger into the tiny bump.
"Ah!"
There it was. His sweet darling’s loud moans, and soon they would turn into cries. Loud, messy whimpers.
Darius pressed deeper, with more force.
When Xion tried to close his legs, a slap to his milky thigh jolted his entire body.
Xion sobbed a broken whine tumbling out of his gasping mouth.
"Keep them open, Xion," he growled, gently rubbing over the red mark, "Or I’ll spread them until you won’t be able to close them."
When Xion, still trying to keep a semblance of control, obeyed, it made something burn hotter in Archduke’s chest.
Darius wanted to ruin his darling. He wanted to mark the delicate body that seemed to entice him more than ever.
He wanted to taste that pinkness dusting the pale skin. His claim, yes, he wanted to stake his claim on the healer.
Because Xion was his, always his. Only his.
Precum was already dripping from the tip of Xion’s cock. His hole clenched tightly against the now three fingers spreading him wide.
Xion started to writhe, and his train of thought had long since derailed into molten, chaotic need.
Despite that, one thought kept hammering in his subconscious.
"D-Darius," he moaned that name. "I want to look at you."
Xion wanted to see. He wanted to sink into that adoration and lust crowding his lover’s senses.
He craved it like air, that green fire that always seemed to strip him bare and make him feel both fragile and utterly indestructible at once.
"Okay, whatever my baby says, my baby gets."
With that, Darius pulled his fingers out with a wet pop.
Xion found himself being picked up and pushed onto the edge of the hot spring.
He blinked at the handsome man towering over him, at the water droplets sliding down that long silver hair to his chest.
That look... that blatant hunger filled with lust had Xion’s whole body riled up.
When Darius gently kissed his forehead, all the fury and grief inside him started to spill from the corner of his eyes.
"Oh, sweetheart," Darius said, licking the string of tears. "You can cry all you want, Xion. You can make as much noise as you want. No one can hear you."
Then the entire warm cave fell utterly silent.
For some absurd reason, Darius continued to look at Xion. At how his chest rose and fell under his palm, how the heart was beating so wildly.
Darius was admiring Xion. What could he even do when his darling’s one look was enough to render him utterly gone?
"Darius," Xion’s voice was somewhat between a rasp and a needy whine. "I want you inside me."
Xion really did. Just as much as Darius was aching for him, he was too.
"Starving for it, are you?" the Archduke chuckled. His eyes crinkled in mirth as he dipped his hands into the water.
In one smooth motion, he pulled Xion’s legs over his shoulder. This had become one of his favorite positions.
Where he could go in deeper while also able to see how Xion looked while clenching over his cock.
Heat surged into Xion as Darius pressed the leaking head against his hole.
The foreign sensation left Xion arching his chest, moaning aloud with no shame.
Sparks of pleasure tingled down his spine with a mixture of pain.
The stretch burned at first, the ache sharp enough to steal his breath, but even that pain curled into something molten, addicting, impossible to resist.
He could feel the hot length sliding inside him, leaving a delightful burn for him to bear.
Darius was not being gentle when he plunged deeper and deeper until he was buried inside with nothing to spare.
Though the Archduke was sober enough to give some time to the sobbing beauty. He was waiting for Xion to get used to his girth while gentle kisses fell on the delicate ankle.
Darius teasingly bit the ankle while taking the golden chain in his mouth as well.
This was his chain, his claim.
"Darius," Xion whined. His toes curling up from both shame and lust, crowding his senses. "Do what you want with me. Just... make me forget everything but you."
"Ah, my Xion," Darius’ eyes had gone suspiciously dark. "You look so fucking sexy when you beg."
"Please," Xion was a sobbing mess. Tears had stained his delicate face, and a faint tremor was zipping up his spine. "Just fuck me!"
Darius didn’t move at once. No matter how eager he was to mark Xion from the inside out, he didn’t want to hurt his darling.
So, he stayed inside him, buried to the hilt, letting Xion’s body shiver and adjust around the intrusion.
The heat, the tightness, all of it wrapped around him like it had been made for him alone.
"Oh, Xion, with how tight you are, it’s like you’re trying to pull me in," he murmured against Xion’s throat.
Then he pulled out. Slow, agonizing, the drag was enough to make Xion’s toes curl before he snapped his hips forward.
The sound that tore from Xion was half-moan, half-plea.
His nails raked down Darius’ back, desperate to hold onto something solid as the rhythm built.
Water sloshed against the rock with every thrust, steam clinging to their skin until everything felt slick and burning.
Darius’ breath came rough against his ear, and each exhale sent another shiver down his spine.
Every time Darius angled just right, that sharp spark flared white-hot inside him.
Xion couldn’t bite back his cry, couldn’t stop his hips from rolling to meet each brutal snap forward.
"Look at you," Darius growled, eyes drinking in every twitch. "Falling apart for me, baby. My perfect mess."
"Y-yes—" Xion’s voice cracked, the word breaking apart in the middle.
He didn’t care. Every thrust felt like it was unraveling him cell by cell, until there was nothing left but this heady heat and Darius.
This is perfect. The Archduke thought, as he rammed in with more force.
Darius wanted to etch himself into Xion’s bones. Until even the gods couldn’t tell the difference between him and his baby.
Each movement left Xion gasping, his vision blurring at the edges.
"You’re mine, Xion. You will always be," the Archduke whispered against his mouth, sealing it with another bruising kiss.
Author’s Note-
This silly author has been feeling a bit under the weather. Sometimes, depression creeps in when you least expect it, and no matter how hard you try, it drains all your energy... making it hard to move, let alone work.
That’s why I’ve only been able to upload one Chapter lately.
Even this one went up without my usual final read-through (something I almost never skip). So if you spot any errors, awkward wording, or anything else that needs fixing, I’d truly appreciate it if you let me know.
Thank you for your patience and support. Once I climb out of this slump, I’ll do my best to bring you a big batch of Chapters.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you so, so much. This silly author bows deeply to you.