Lucien didn't sleep.
Even hours after they collapsed together with Chase curled against his chest breathing soft and slow, Lucien lay awake- staring at the ceiling, cock already stirring l again from just the feel of the boy's bare skin against him.
He couldn't stop touching him. Couldn't stop thinking about how perfect he looked spread out, moaning, begging, taking every inch of him like he was made for it. That body, those lips, the soft rise and fall of his chest- it was driving him mad.
When Chase shifted slightly in his sleep the curve of his ass brushing Lucien's thigh, the billionaire lost whatever fragile patience he had left.
He moved slowly, deliberately, kissing Chase's shoulder, then down his spine until Chase stirred with a sleepy noise.
"Wha....?"
Lucien bit softly at the back of his neck "Get up."
Chase blinked, dazed. "It's still dark.."
Lucien's voice dropped, thick with need. "I need you again."
Chase moaned, arching his back like instinct, thighs parting even before he was fully awake. Lucien grabbed him by the hips and pulled him up, dragging him off the bed and across the marble floor like he weighed nothing.
The city glittered through the giant window, floor-to-ceiling glass stretching across the penthouse like a frame built to showcase only one thing- Chase.
Lucien pressed him forward, chest to glass, hands braced against it as the cold surface met his flushed skin. Chase gasped, breath fogging up the glass.
Lucien stepped behind him, hard again and throbbing, cock already slick with need. He didn't tease this time.
He gripped Chase's hips, lined himself up and pushed in all at once.
Chase cried out, body jolting forward thighs shaking as Lucien bottomed out inside him in a single rough thrust.
"Fuck," Chase whimpered, palms pressed flat against the glass. "You're- ah- so deep-"
Lucien growled low against his neck, one hand snaking up to his throat. Not too tight- just enough for Chase to feel the possessive pressure of it, enough to keep him still.
The other hand gripped around his waist holding him flush against his body.
"Look outside," Lucien snarled. "Let them see what's mine."
Chase moaned as Lucien started to thrust- deep and sharp, each one driving him forward until his breath fogged the glass in bursts.
The lights of the city blinked in front of him, but all he could feel was the cock driving into him again and again, the strong hand gripping his throat, the other pulling his waist back to meet every brutal thrust.
Lucien's body slammed into him, sweat dripping down his back, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. Every time Chase tried to rise, Lucien pushed him deeper- bending him until he was arching so perfectly, ass high mouth open in broken cries.
"You were made for this," Lucien growled. "You like being used like this, don't you?"
"Yes- yes- fuck- please-"
"You like my hand on your neck?"
Chase's moan was shameless.
Lucien pressed in harder, fingers tightening just slightly, his other hand gripping tighter around his waist, dragging him back harder, faster. Chase's legs nearly gave out from the force of it- he was shaking, sweating, panting against the glass like he couldn't take another thrust, but he begged anyway.
Lucien slammed into him so deep, Chase's whole body jolted against the window.
"Make me yours," Chase gasped. "Please- Lucien- use me-"
Lucien's voice was ragged now. "You already are mine."
He pulled back and drove in again, the angle rough, deep, unforgiving. His hand left Chase's throat only to thread into his hair and yank his head back, biting into his neck as he rammed into him with all the fury he'd been holding since the beach.
"You came to me in that little bikini," he snarled. "Wiggling that ass- looking for trouble."
Chase whimpered. "I wanted it. I wanted you."
Lucien thrust harder. "You got me. All of me."
Chase came untouched, body convulsing against the window, sticky release painting the glass. He screamed, choked on air, lost in it.
Lucien kept going.
Until with a deep, guttural growl, he slammed in one final time- burying himself to the hilt, cock twitching as he filled Chase again. Hot, thick, messy. He didn't pull out. He wouldn't.
They stayed like that- Chase pressed to the glass, panting, ruined; Lucien's arms wrapped tight around him, breath heavy against his neck.
"I'm not letting you go," Lucien whispered. "Ever my love"
Chase didn't answer.
He just leaned back against him, completely spent, and smiled.