Chapter 129: I feel the same way, Julian [18+]

Julian tried to focus on Alaric’s face—the raw, naked desperation there was the only thing keeping him from panic. Slowly, agonizingly, he forced his breath to even out. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

He let his legs, which had been locked stiff, fall outward, draping over Alaric’s hips tightly, holding on like a lifeline.

As Julian’s body finally accepted the intrusion, Alaric let out a jagged, broken moan.

He began to move with the heavy, rhythmic power of a soldier.

Each thrust was deep and deliberate, a physical echo of the declaration he’d made in the garden. He was marking Julian from the inside out, claiming territory that no Imperial decree could ever touch.

He hadn’t plunged his entire self inside yet, afraid that it would break Julian too soon, and Julian was doing his best to keep his sanity at this moment.

It felt uncomfortable at first, as if someone had plunged a baton into his guts, but as the Duke began to move, that nauseating feeling was replaced by a powerful jolt over his body.

The Duke slid his hand down from Julian’s wrist and then grabbed his waist, holding his lover’s slim waist firmly.

The movement became faster, rougher, and without realizing it, the Duke had plunged another inch of his cock, but it seemed impossible to get all of him inside this first time, so he had to settle for this.

He grunted, a guttural sound escaping his lips, and Julian moaned in succession, his lips wide open, sweat rolling down his pores, tears sliding down from his eyes, and then the Duke lifted him from the bed.

Julian felt the Duke even more deeply like this. He wrapped his arms around the duke’s neck, dropping his head lazily on his shoulder.

The Duke watched him, feeling his heart hammering hard. He felt the same way. This feeling of finally holding the one he loved was so overwhelming that he felt his heart was going to burst from his chest.

"Julian," the Duke called as he began to move again, breathing into Julian’s neck and sending even more shivers over his body. "Call my name," he said, but Julian was a bit out of his mind for a moment there and couldn’t respond. "Julian..."

"Haa— L-Lucien," Julian finally managed to say, the name slipping out with a little sluttery edge. "Yes, Lucien?"

"Does this feel good, Julian?"

"Yes... Ahh— Yes, it feels good," he closed his mouth to swallow the saliva before it spilled. His throat felt dry, but it didn’t matter. "More, Lucien," he squeezed his arms tight, panting and reeling in pleasure.

He didn’t know if it was supposed to feel this good, but it felt great, so much so that he didn’t know what he would do with himself once this was over. That was why he secretly wished it did not come to an end.

"I feel the same way, Julian." The Duke spoke into Julian’s neck and then leaned back to look into Julian’s eyes. "It feels good for me too."

He kissed his lips, and Julian kissed back.

"You are mine," Alaric rasped, his breath hitching as he buried his face in the crook of Julian’s neck once again, his grip around Julian tightening until his fingers bruised him. "Across every world, in every life... You are mine."

That was such a sweet thing to say. And Julian wondered... if he had met the Duke in his past life, the circumstances around them made it so they interacted often, and he wasn’t desperately trying to survive a plot he did not know, would he also have been attracted to him?

Alaric gripped Julian tightly and began to thrust more passionately, making sure Julian felt more than just the pleasure of their bodies and felt their hearts intertwining as well.

Julian’s dick, rubbing against the Duke’s hard abdomen this whole time, was once again reaching its limit, making him feel like he was going to explode again.

The friction of skin against skin, heart to heart, heat to heat made the night seem more than just a night of passion.

The rhythmic slap of their bodies in the quiet room, and the overwhelming heat radiating from Alaric’s frame pushed Julian toward a cliff he had already fallen from once tonight.

But this was different. This wasn’t just a physical release; it was a soul-deep surrender.

As Julian’s pleasure peaked again, his back arched, his toes curling and gripping the sheets of the bed. He felt the Duke’s pulse thrumming exactly where their bodies were connected—a frantic, living beat that echoed his own.

"Lucien... I’m—!" Julian’s voice broke into a high, needy sob, his fingers digging into the muscles of Alaric’s back, leaving faint red crescents on the Duke’s tanned skin.

Alaric didn’t slow down. If anything, he drove into Julian with a final, desperate ferocity, his own limit finally reached. He let out a low, primal growl against Julian’s collarbone, his body tensing as he found his own release.

He ejaculated deep inside Julian, filling him with thick, hot semen, and Julian also released his, spilling his seeds between their bodies. The sheer force of this left them both breathless and trembling in the dark as the fire crackled in the corner.

For a long minute, the only sound in the room was the jagged, synchronizing breathing. Alaric didn’t pull away; he collapsed forward, burying his face in the pillow beside Julian’s head, his weight a heavy, comforting anchor that pinned Julian down before he floated into oblivion.

Then, he planned to lift his body, but Julian held him down, his trembling hand pressed on the Duke’s back.

"Don’t... don’t go," Julian whispered, his voice barely audible, his eyes half-closed in a haze of pure exhaustion and bliss.

Alaric shifted just enough to press a lingering, sweat-dampened kiss to Julian’s temple. His hand, still possessive, slid up to cup Julian’s cheek, his thumb brushing away the last of the salt-streaked tears.

"I am not going anywhere," Alaric promised, his voice a rough, exhausted vow. "The siege is over, Julian. The kingdom is mine, and I intend to stay and rule it."

Julian let out a faint, sleepy chuckle, his hand fluttering up to rest over Alaric’s.

"This kingdom," he spoke in a sleepy haze and a soft whisper, "Will gladly serve you, My Lord."

As the fire in the fireplace finally flickered out, leaving them in the soft, protective night, Julian melted into the warmth of the Duke’s arms.