"Mmm..."
Lucien let out a soft, coquettish moan. His voice was soft and sticky, lingering like a spider's web, exactly as Damian had described it, sounding just like a vixen seducing a monarch. But what could he do? Since Damian had already said so, Lucien felt he should put on a bit of a performance to avoid bearing the title in vain.
Thus, he looked up at Damian, the corners of his eyes tinted a rosy pink and veiled in a layer of shimmering mist, while his lips, swollen from being kissed, formed a delicate, alluring pout. His fair, slender fingers grasped the hem of Damian's shirt, crumpling the fabric before slowly undoing the buttons one by one. They were clearly inside the office, and working hours were not even over yet, but at this moment, neither of them seemed to remember that fact.
