(Warning: Empire Level spice ahead)
Elian's POV
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"Argh! F–Fuck..." He arched against the wall, brushing his hair back and staring at the ceiling.
Lucian started by slowly wrapping his mouth around the tip. Just the tip. But gods, feeling his warmth on just that small part of himself made Elian reckless.
[Relax, fruitcake. He hasn't even started yet.]
Elian groaned, but it wasn't out of frustration. It was pure, unfiltered pleasure.
"You like that?" Lucian whispered beneath him just then, sounding smug as ever. Elian lowered his head, blinking at him just in time to see the slight smirk on his face.
The Alpha Prince's hot breath hit his skin, sending tingling through him even though he wasn't doing anything anymore.
"D–Don't stop." Elian placed his right hand on Lucian's head, trying to make his throbbing erection plop back into his mouth.
But that was a bad idea...
