Xion's lips parted again as he tried to catch his breath.
But Darius didn't give him the chance. The Archduke's thumb kept stroking over his cheek, but his other hand had already slipped lower.
Down, tracing over the trembling line of his stomach, until it reached the waistband of what little clothing remained between them.
Xion squeezed his legs. "Darius, I-I feel weird." His words were slurred and confused.
"Good boy," Darius murmured into his ear, as he left open-mouthed kisses over the column of his neck. "Spread your legs and I will make it better."
Like the silly kitten he was, he trusted those words. Albeit slowly, he obeyed as he was told to.
The kisses soon turned into bites. The harsh sucking left his skin sore before the soft tongue licked over the marks to soothe it.
Xion's head had lolled back, completely at Darius' mercy.
