Alaric’s hands were steady, yet Julian could feel the slight tremor in the Duke’s fingers. He didn’t rush. Instead, he mapped Julian’s body with his palms as if he were memorizing a battlefield he intended to defend forever.

Julian felt every single movement of the Duke’s hand, and his body reacted accordingly.

"You’re trembling," Alaric murmured, his voice a low, vibrating hum against Julian’s skin.

He didn’t pull away. Instead, he used his weight to pin Julian in place, his thighs caging Julian’s hips with the immovable strength of the North.

He was agonizingly patient during the process. He used his mouth to distract Julian, his kisses growing more demanding, his tongue slick and possessive against his skin, while his fingers worked with a blunt, honest determination, slowly moving down until he brushed the skin of Julian’s erection.

"Ahhh!" Julian whimpered, quickly placing his hand over his mouth to hide his moans.

But it didn’t work, so he bit on his index finger, his eyes tracing the Duke’s hand over his skin.

The Duke was thorough, testing Julian’s limits, pausing only when a particularly sharp gasp escaped Julian’s lips.

"Hngh..."

"Look at me," Alaric commanded, his voice raw. He wanted Julian to witness the exact moment the ’Iron Duke’ lost his composure.

Julian looked, his eyes hazy and his mind swimming about.

He met the Duke’s eyes. His sharp blue eyes had a darkness shrouding them. The Duke was like a wolf out on a hunt, and Julian was definitely his prey.

"Mph..." Julian groaned, feeling the Duke’s hand stroke his dick.

He could feel the movement so vividly, the Duke’s calloused hand worked like magic, making a continuous squelching and fwaping sound that made Julian feel even more embarrassed.

His precum trickled out, embarrassingly so, flooding the Duke’s hand and making his grip way more slippery.

Adding to the sheer pleasure he was already receiving.

Julian bit one hand, while the other clutched the sheets, trembling.

"L-Lucien..." Julian called, his voice sounding more like a desperate cry, despite his attempt to sound firm.

"What is it, Julian?" Alaric asked, his lips wrapping around Julian’s nipples.

He sucked on them heavily, as if expecting Julian to lactate with a little bit of pressure.

"That... this..." Julian finally took his hand out of his mouth and wove it through the Duke’s wild golden locks, and said, "It’s so intense. You’re intense, Lucien."

"That sounds like a compliment." The Duke said, the corner of his lips curling in a satisfied smile. "Does this mean I’m doing a good job?" He asked, his hand moving faster by the second.

"Haa... Hah... Lucien..."

"Yes, do not have to keep your voice hidden, Julian. Let me hear everything. From how I make you go insane with my hand, to how much your body endures." He breathed into Julian’s chest, kissed it, and then held Julian’s legs.

They were trembling violently and were trying to clamp around him, a reaction Alaric found favorable.

"Aah..." Julian’s head tilted backwards, and he squeezed the Duke’s hair, feeling the pressure building even more in the pit of his belly.

That hot sensation... that massive outburst...

His mouth flew open as he brought his second hand to push the Duke’s shoulder, but he did not budge an inch.

"Duke... Lucien," he called, the words coming out in desperate cries as his eyes turned mucky in an instant. "I..." his breath hitched, and his grip on the Duke’s body tightened.

He watched as Alaric rubbed his palm against the top of his dick while still stroking with the other.

With movements like that, how could he not...?

"Mph... I’m cumming. I’m cumming, Lucien."

"Don’t hold back then," Alaric said and watched intently as Julian’s balls squeezed in and he ejaculated like a fountain.

Julian couldn’t look. He was too embarrassed to.

His body shivered, his breath came out ragged, and his legs trembled against the Duke’s body.

The Duke had succeeded in making a thorough mess out of him.

Alaric slipped up, grabbing Julian’s hand and pulling it away from his face, just so he could get a clear view of the mess he had made.

Julian’s face was flushed, there was a thin line of saliva rolling down from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were teary.

"I do not mind making you cry some more," Alaric shamelessly declared, and Julian kicked his chest.

Though that kick did nothing. What kind of damage would his legs, which had lost all strength, possibly do?

"That’s cute, Julian," Alaric said as he held Julian’s leg and then kissed his feet.

"Lu... Lucien..." Julian swallowed.

Even though he had washed up thoroughly, having the Duke kiss his feet was...

"Don’t put your lips on my feet," Julian said.

"Worry not," the Duke said, a grin displaying on his lips. "I plan to put my lips on every part of you."

His words made Julian shiver.

So, this was the siege of love that was planning to conquer his body.

In that case... he was right to surrender at the start.

Alaric reached for the corner, where he had dropped something before Julian arrived. Julian followed his eyes and saw him bring out a little translucent purple bottle.

"I came prepared." The Duke boldly proclaimed, holding the bottle over Julian. "With this, you don’t have to worry about getting hurt."

It was at this point that Julian realised what was inside the bottle. Lubricant.

The Duke had absolutely come prepared.

He watched the Duke uncock it and then spilled it over Julian, starting from his already limp dick, and let it slide down.

Julian winced. It was cold. A sharp contrast to the heat flowing through his body.

Alaric emptied the bottle on Julian, not caring about soiling the sheets. There would be a lot of soiling, so this was the start.

"Let me know if you find this uncomfortable," The Duke whispered, though he probably didn’t say that with the intention of stopping if Julian spoke up.

Julian nodded and braced himself for the Duke’s hands and felt him slide over the sticky, cold liquid, touching his balls, massaging softly before he reached the back entrance.

Julian suddenly threw his face aside, shy and embarrassed.

"Lucien, can I... turn around?" He asked, but the Duke’s response to that was short and simple,

"No!"

Julian bit his lips, but the Duke did not like it.

"If you must bite," he said, bringing his free hand to caress Julian’s face. "Then bite mine."