[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke-Chapter 348: Spread Your Legs(18+)

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.

The slender frame shivered when fingers tugged at the loose band and slipped beneath. The chill of that hand against his most private flesh made his whole body jolt.

"Ah—" His heart thumped.

"Hush..." Darius rasped, his trousers straining with the need to possess his sweetheart.

With one harsh tug, the buttons on the shirt went flying, hitting against the carriage walls. The white silk slid off, pooling around the elbows and slender waist.

While the long fingers wrapped around Xion’s hardness, stroking it up and down, Darius started marking the round shoulder. So exquisite, like a polished white jade.

A moan from Xion’s mouth only made him move with urgency.

The calloused pads rubbed over the sensitive tip, smearing slick warmth as they worked him lazily, drawing soft little sounds from Xion’s lips that only made the green eyes darken further.

"You’re already trembling so much..." Darius chuckled low. "Does it feel that good when I touch you here? Hm?"

"Mm... ngh...!" Xion tried to bite back a sound, but another squeeze on his balls forced it out of him anyway. His hips bucked despite himself.

"Oh, you like that," Darius purred with delight. "You do. Don’t shake your head, baby. My hand knows you better than you do yourself..."

In just a few strokes, Xion was left panting. The grasp on his arousal was alternating between rough and slow strokes.

The pleasure made his sanity dissolve into a puddle. His hold on Darius’ arm weakened as he let his hand lie limp at his sides.

Darius pushed his hips up, seeking the pleasure through rubbing against Xion’s ass.

Without waiting, he moved his hand away from the bare chest and slid it down into the underwear.

Both of his hands were now inside the tightly wrapped fabric.

Using the sticky wetness leaking from the cock, he coated his finger and slid lower, teasingly circling around the tight ring of muscles.

When Xion didn’t protest, the Archduke grew excited.

"So obedient, huh?" Darius groaned while biting and then kissing the delicate shoulders. "Such a good boy for me."

Flushed, Xion bit on his lower lip, trying to keep his voice under control. But when a finger pushed inside him, all of his resolve shattered.

His back arched, and a small broken whimper slipped past his crimson lips. Another wave of heat rushed through him, setting his nerves alight.

"Ah—! Wait—!"

"Shh." Darius bit down lightly on his neck. "You’re mine, aren’t you? You’ll let me in. Say it."

Xion’s breath came in broken, helpless little pants. His head tilted back against Darius’ shoulder as though he’d lost the strength to hold it up himself.

"Y... yours..."

Perhaps Darius was at his limit, or perhaps he simply wanted to see Xion cry in his arms. Either way, his actions were no longer gentle.

In a few strokes, he had inserted three fingers inside the tight hole, all the while rubbing Xion’s cock. His mouth didn’t stop leaving its mark either. Even the nape of Xion’s neck wasn’t spared.

However, when he felt Xion stiffening, he pressed his thumb over the leaking hole, not allowing the moaning baby to cum.

Poor Xion was reduced to soft gasps and breathy little cries.

Filled with need, he let out a confused whimper. His watery gaze narrowed in silent protest at the culprit. "M-More. I want more."

"Patience," Darius breathed against his throat. "If I let you cum, you will faint later."

"Then, fuck me." Nothing remained in Xion’s mind but the hopeless hunger to be filled.

That single word was all it took. The Archduke’s breath turned heavier, his eyes glinting in the dim light.

"That’s my good boy."

His fingers pressed against the prostate in a ruthless push, yet his hold on the tip of the desperate cock didn’t loosen.

Xion let out a high, desperate little cry, his hips jerking against Darius’ palm. His movement only made the cock trapped in trousers twitch harder. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Darius finally couldn’t bear it anymore. His fingers left the hungry hole with a loud, wet pop.

Suddenly, he was glad that the night market was quite a distance from his castle.

With the way the carriage was slowly rolling over the pathway, it would take at least an hour or so for them to return. It was the perfect time to ravish Xion once.

The last scrap of cloth on the black-haired angel’s legs was tugged down, left dangling over his ankle like erotic lingerie.

It didn’t even take any effort as Darius easily rotated Xion, forcing the gasping beauty to part his thighs over his lap.

Now that they were face to face, Darius could see it all.

The way Xion’s face was stained with gorgeous red, his parted lips begging to be kissed, his nipples perked up and aching...

The poor things were rubbed until the skin around them had turned red.

However, what stole his breath were those deep blue eyes filled with unshed tears.

Just like that, one look at his ruined little darling, needy and crying and perfectly kneeling for his cock, and the great northern lord knew he’d never let him go.

Not in this lifetime, not in the next.