Luren felt his stomach growl, he was carrying two babies, and his usual portions were never enough. Lately, he'd been waking in the middle of the night or just before dawn, hungry and restless. Carefully slipping out of
bed, he glanced at Craige, who was sleeping soundly. Not wanting to wake him, Luren tiptoed his way through the dimly lit corridor, the manor eerily quiet after the long night of dancing and celebration.
When he reached the kitchen, he quietly opened the food counter and smiled with relief, there were still some leftovers from the ball. Without hesitation, he began eating, savoring each bite as if he hadn't eaten in days.
Suddenly, a deep voice startled him.
"Sneaking like a rat," a chuckle echoed through the kitchen.
Luren froze, heart pounding. He was sure he was alone. He spun around too quickly, dropping the glass in his hand, but before it could hit the floor, a strong hand caught it.
He gasped, eyes wide.
"D-Desmond?" he breathed out in shock.
The man stood just a breath away, half-naked, his chiseled torso glistening slightly under the soft candlelight. Luren couldn't deny he looked striking, but his heart and body belonged only to Craige, who was far
sexier in his eyes.
Desmond's gaze slowly trailed down Luren's figure. The thin, white nightclothes clung to his body, and though the lighting was faint, it was enough to reveal his curves and the slight swell of pregnancy. His nipples were
visible, pushing against the delicate fabric.
Desmond swallowed hard, heat rushing to his face, and lower. His cock twitched at the sight.
"You've got something here," he said huskily, reaching out to brush a crumb from Luren's lips. His fingers lingered longer than necessary, grazing the soft skin intentionally.
Luren flinched at the touch, stunned, and instinctively stepped back—but behind him was the counter. The motion caused the utensils above to rattle, teetering dangerously.
Before anything could fall, Desmond reacted. He pulled Luren toward him, arms wrapping firmly around his waist, pressing the smaller man's body against his warm, bare chest.
A loud clang rang through the kitchen as the utensils finally crashed to the floor.
"Are you okay?" Desmond asked, leaning in slightly as he inhaled Luren's scent. The intoxicating fragrance sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt a sudden stir of arousal, his body reacting before his mind could
stop it.
Luren's eyes widened in shock when he felt something firm poke against his abdomen. His face flushed, and he quickly stepped back, putting distance between them.
"What are you two doing in the dark?"
Craige's deep voice cut through the silence like a.thunderclap. Luren's heart skipped a beat as he turned to see the man standing
at the kitchen doorway, arms crossed over his bare chest, his expression unreadable but clearly intense.
Why do men in this place never wear their shirts when they sleep? Luren thought in a brief moment of flustered panic.
"Craige?!" Luren gasped, his voice caught between surprise and guilt. He quickly moved toward him. "Goodnight, Desmond," he added hastily, his eyes avoiding the other man's as he passed by.
"Goodnight, Luren… Your Grace," Desmond replied quietly, watching them with a lingering look, though the tension in the air was now palpable.
Craige didn't hesitate. As soon as Luren was close enough, he wrapped an arm possessively around his waist, holding him firmly. His eyes met Desmond's with a hard, unspoken warning.
"Let's go back to bed," Craige said, his voice low and commanding, before leading Luren away, the air behind them still crackling with
the weight of what happened.
As soon as they entered the room, Craige seized Luren's lips in a rough, possessive kiss, his hands already working with urgency to strip off Luren's clothes. The fabric slipped from his body effortlessly, as though Craige had done this a thousand times before.
"Craige—wait…" Luren gasped, eyes wide in shock as he tried to push him back. But Craige didn't budge. His large hands roamed with fierce desire, caressing Luren's back before sliding down to grab his soft, round
buttocks, squeezing them firmly, making Luren shiver.
Unbeknownst to them, the door hadn't shut fully. From the hallway, Desmond froze in place as he approached his own room. The flickering candlelight spilling through the narrow crack revealed a sight that made his
breath hitch.
Luren stood half-bare under the golden glow, his fair skin flushed and glistening faintly with sweat. His body, now fuller and more
delicate from pregnancy, looked almost ethereal, his chest slightly plump, nipples hardened, and his stomach softly round. His breathy moans and quivering thighs betrayed his arousal, even as he seemed overwhelmed by Craige's unrelenting pace.
Desmond's eyes widened as he saw Craige's fingers disappear between Luren's cheeks, spreading him open, preparing him. A deep, unbidden heat coiled low in Desmond's abdomen as he watched, ashamed yet unable to look away.
"Ahhh… Craige, please…" Luren whimpered, his voice trembling with pleasure and desperation, his hips twitching at every slow thrust of Craige's fingers inside him.
"Please what, hmm?" Craige whispered darkly, nipping and licking along Luren's sensitive earlobe, sending another shiver down Luren's spine.
Desmond could feel his cock throbbing with arousal, the heat pooling low in his belly. He hurried back to his room the moment he heard approaching footsteps, not wanting to be seen in such a state.
Butler Serio noticed Desmond slipping into his room in a rush. Without peeking inside the Duke and Duchess's chamber, he quietly closed their door, his curious gaze lingering on Desmond's door with a suspicious glint in his eyes.
Inside, Desmond leaned against the bathroom wall, breath shallow, mind clouded with lust. Thoughts of Luren's ethereal, delicate body flooded his senses. He gripped his hardened cock, stroking it slowly at first, imagining Luren writhing beneath him. The image made his hand move faster, more desperate, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through his core.
"Luren…" he moaned in a low, shaky whisper as his climax ripped through him, thick white release spilling onto the cold bathroom floor.
His chest heaved, but his arousal didn't subside, his cock still hard, throbbing
with unquenched desire.
"Damn it... I will make you mine, Luren," he muttered darkly, eyes fixed on his pulsing length, consumed by longing and obsession.
—
Back in Craige and Luren's room, pleasure filled the air, thick and heady.
Luren moaned out, his body trembling beneath Craige's forceful thrusts. They had been gentle with each other since the pregnancy, but tonight, Craige seemed to have lost all restraint. His movements were primal, possessive, as if trying to brand Luren as his own.
"You're so fucking tight, baby... maybe it's because we haven't had it this deep in a while," Craige growled into Luren's ear, voice
rough with hunger.
Luren arched his back, hands gripping the sheets, his breath stuttering. "Craige... I—I'm coming...!"
"Yes, come for me... only for me," Craige hissed, his tone laced with raw possessiveness. Their bodies tensed together, and in that heated moment, they both fell over the edge, Luren crying out his name, and Craige burying himself deep as he released with a guttural moan.
Their breaths mingled in the silence that followed, bodies entwined, hearts racing, both marked by pleasure and passion that left no room for anyone else.