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(One month into Lucian’s employment at Whole Fish Seafoods)
Lucian stepped out of the elevator into the black-tiled lobby, glancing at his phone. Still no reply from Knox. He swallowed, trying not to squirm as he crossed the lobby to Knox’s office.
Knox had texted half an hour ago; Lucian had been too caught up with work to notice. By the time he’d gotten back to his desk, it was almost noon, and Lucian wasn’t sure if Knox was still holding the lunch date open for him. Maybe, maybe not. Knox was a busy man.
He paused at the tall double doors, eyeing the electronic lock.
I’ve given you access to my office, Knox had said weeks ago.
You aren’t afraid of me stealing your data? Lucian had asked.
You can already access my entire database. I have nothing left to hide from you.
Except maybe his heart.
Sometimes, Lucian wondered about that—whether they were both falling too deep, whether there would be consequences to their actions. He shouldn’t be getting involved with Knox.
Then he thought of Knox’s grin, and the safety of Knox’s arms, and somehow, Lucian found the strength to push his doubts away.
Just one more day, one more afternoon with his dragon.
Heart skipping, Lucian scanned his thumb on the electronic lock. It clicked—the exclusive access surprised him every time. Then he heaved open the great wooden door, and stepped in.
Across the vast room, Knox was at his computer, fingers tapping on the keyboard. He stopped typing when Lucian stepped in, his lips curving into a smile.
The high ceilings amplified the silence that followed. Sunlight slanted in through the glass windows, glinting off Knox’s steel desk.
“You’re late,” Knox rumbled, his gaze raking over Lucian. “I sent you a message half an hour ago.” His voice rolled into Lucian’s ears, and it sounded… different. Low, husky. Like they weren’t about to go out for lunch.
Lucian gulped, his pulse stuttering. “I was busy helping Steph.”
“Oh?”
“The credit card servers were acting up. The card company wanted to change the way they scanned the servers. We had to do a complete backup of the system before we adjusted it, and then we had customers emailing to ask about their transactions…”
Lucian winced. It had been one hell of a half-hour, after he’d convinced Steph to leave her desk for a while. “Steph was about to throw a fit at the rest of the team. So I told her to take a breather. I said I’d handle it.”
“Couldn’t do it without whispering?”
“Trust me, you don’t want to mess with credit card servers.”
“So you were late.” Knox leaned back in his seat, folding his arms over his chest. There wasn’t anger in his eyes, just an intensity that made Lucian’s stomach swoop.
Lucian stopped a few feet from Knox’s desk, twisting his fingers together. “I was.”
Knox’s smile widened. He rolled his chair back, nodding at his desk. “Get over here.”
Lucian padded around the desk, eyeing its burnished steel surface. There was nothing on it to indicate what Knox had in mind. “Are we having lunch?”
“Maybe later.”
When he stopped between the desk and Knox, Knox stood, crowding Lucian against the smooth steel surface. Then he dipped his head, capturing Lucian’s lips in a slow, sweet kiss. Lucian groaned into his mouth, his body singing for his dragon.
The last time they touched had been hours ago, back when Lucian had followed Knox up the elevator, and Knox had squeezed his ass, kissed Lucian before Lucian headed for the IT department. Then it had been hours of work, a stolen text or two, and Lucian had touched his belly, wondering how he’d care for their baby when it was born.
Knox cupped Lucian’s face now, the calluses on his fingers grazing Lucian’s skin. Then he smoothed his hand down Lucian’s back, and broke the kiss. “Turn around. Feet apart.”
Lucian obeyed. “Like this?”
“Further.” Knox tapped his shoe against the arch of Lucian’s foot, easing his legs wider, until Lucian’s shoes were touching the feet of his desk. “Good. Now bend over.”
Lucian gulped, complying. “Is this punishment?”
“It is.” Knox bent with him, pressing his hips against Lucian’s ass, his cock a hard line in his pants. Lucian’s breath hitched.
Knox wrapped his arm around Lucian’s chest, slid his palm down. His warmth soaked through the thin fabric of Lucian’s shirt, to his belly. There, Knox paused, stroking the baby bump.
Lucian’s throat grew tight. If he were never pregnant with Knox’s baby, would Knox treat him with such care, too?
He shoved that thought out of his mind. He had the present—that mattered.
“What’s wrong?” Knox murmured. He lifted his palm, pressing it over Lucian’s heart—he’d guessed it from Lucian’s pulse, then.
To lie, or not to lie? Lucian wet his lips. “You really want me?”
Knox stilled, as though he was surprised. “We’ve been intimate for a month, Lucian.”
Lucian’s face burned. Maybe this was a silly question, but he still had to know. “It’s not… because of the baby?”
Knox’s breath rushed warm against his neck. Then he leaned in, pressing his nose to Lucian’s hair. He stroked his palm down Lucian’s belly, reached between his legs. Cupped Lucian’s balls through his pants, and squeezed. Lucian gasped.
“This has nothing to do with the baby,” Knox murmured, rubbing his fingertips along the base of Lucian’s sac. “I want to see you.”
“Oh,” Lucian breathed.
Knox pressed a kiss to Lucian’s shoulder, then leaned away. A steel drawer rumbled. When Lucian turned to look, he found Knox with a handful of rope. Knox set the bundle next to Lucian, and crouched. Looped a length of hemp around Lucian’s ankle, and then the foot of the desk.
He was tying Lucian down.
Lucian’s heart thudded. Knox glanced up. “You okay with this?”
Lucian nodded, his throat dry. “Y-yeah.”
Knox tugged his other foot closer to the opposite end of the desk, tying it down, too. Lucian squirmed, his pulse thudding between his thighs. If this was punishment, it didn’t seem a very convincing one.
“What have you got planned?” he asked, his voice rasping. He hadn’t expected to be this aroused, not when both his legs were lashed down. He couldn’t escape. He should’ve been piss-scared, but instead, his cock was full, trapped inside his pants.
He was with Knox. Knox was safe. And as Knox slid his fingers up along Lucian’s ass, Lucian moaned, pushing his hips toward his dragon.
Knox grinned. “Didn’t think you’d like it this much.”
“I didn’t think I would, either.”
Another drawer rumbled. This time, Knox set a heavy glass object down next to Lucian, an egg-shaped thing with a flared base.
“What’s that?” Lucian asked.
Knox rubbed Lucian’s cock through his pants, drawing a gasp from him. “Some circles call it a purity ball. I call it an Egg.”
“A… purity ball?”
Knox laughed, a low bellow that echoed through the office. “Can’t have anything inside you if the entrance is sealed.”
You’d seal me up with that? Lucian squirmed, his hole squeezing. Knox’s fingers lingered a hairsbreadth away from his hole. Then they pressed down, rubbing fabric against Lucian’s sensitive skin. Lucian relaxed for him, tilting his hips up. “My clothes are still on.”
“Not for much longer, they won’t,” Knox growled. Then light glinted off the ceiling, and Lucian turned. Glimpsed the silver edge of a blade, before it disappeared behind him.
Fabric tugged. Cloth ripped. And suddenly there was cool skin on his thigh, where the tight confines of his jeans used to be.
Lucian squawked. “My jeans!”
“I brought another pair,” Knox said. “We’ll replace this one later.”
You brought another pair? Lucian’s face burned. How long have you been planning this?
Knox worked his fingers under the denim. The fabric ripped again, up along Lucian’s ass, then down along his balls, to his cock. Lucian groaned, looking down. His balls were hanging out of his jeans now, wrapped in the white fabric of his briefs. The tip of his cock was still trapped, keeping him restrained.
Lucian covered his face. He’d done plenty with Knox, but this? This was a little lewd.
Knox eased his fingers under the elastic of Lucian’s briefs, his knuckles brushing over Lucian’s cock. He paused. Stroked his fingertips over Lucian’s taint, then his sac, rubbing his thumb languorously against the back of his balls.
“This doesn’t have anything to do with the baby,” Knox whispered, cupping Lucian’s balls in his warm palm. “It has everything to do with you.”
Then the briefs ripped, too. Lucian gulped, watching as his balls hung out of his ruined underwear, the fine hairs of his skin catching the sunlight. Cool air brushed over his skin. Knox closed his fist around Lucian’s balls, and squeezed.
Lucian’s breath punched out of his lungs. The pressure of Knox’s hand went straight into his gut, made him leak. He scrabbled against the desk, his cock jerking in the remnants of his briefs.
“Very nice,” Knox growled, smoothing his palm down Lucian’s ass. He caught Lucian’s balls again, rolled them between his fingers, and then reached into the rip in Lucian’s briefs, sliding his cock out. Pleasure whispered down Lucian’s nerves.
Lucian gasped, rutting at him, needing more.
“Not yet,” Knox murmured, setting a heavy hand on Lucian’s back, pressing him further down against the desk. “Gonna get that purity ball in you first.”
Lucian snorted. “That Egg? It’ll keep me pure?”
There was a smile in Knox’s voice when he next spoke. “I don’t know. Let’s try it.”
Another drawer rumbled open. Sunlight glinted off dark glass; Knox uncorked the bottle, drizzling olive oil into his palm. Then he slid his fingers along Lucian’s ass, spreading oil around Lucian’s hole.
He pushed one finger in, stretching Lucian open with it. Lucian moaned.
“Relax,” Knox murmured. Lucian relaxed. And Knox slid another finger inside, spreading him, massaging his prostate. Pleasure jolted down Lucian’s spine. He concentrated on the slow slide of Knox’s fingers inside him, their thickness, the way they curled, so familiar with Lucian’s body.
“You’re so tight,” Knox growled. He withdrew his fingers and took the plug in his hand. “Gonna put an Egg inside you.”
It sounded like Knox wanted to put another baby inside him. Somehow, that made Lucian throb. “Please,” Lucian gasped. “Knox, I want—”
Knox slicked the egg with oil, a faint nutty aroma wafting through the air. The plug was slightly narrower than Knox’s cock, and Lucian ached, just watching him.
Knox met his eyes. “What do you want?”
“Is it—possible to have a baby and an Egg in me at the same time?” Lucian asked.
“We’ll find out in a moment,” Knox said, swirling his thumb over the point of the plug.
Then he pressed the end of the Egg against Lucian’s hole, and pushed.
Lucian panted. The Egg was wide. He wasn’t sure he could take it all in so soon. “I want more,” he panted, trying to relax, wanting Knox to touch him deeper. “Want you.”
Knox pressed harder on the Egg. Lucian writhed, trying to open his legs. But he couldn’t move, not with his ankles bound. The plug nudged right against his hole for a moment longer, then Knox lifted it away, setting it on the desk. Green oil dripped down its side, pooling at its base.
“Gonna stretch you out a bit more,” Knox rumbled. Then his shadow warped and grew, and there was a hulking dragon between Lucian and the floor-to-ceiling window.
Lucian flushed. He hadn’t even considered that, with a pair of binoculars, anyone in the city could see him spread out across Knox’s desk. And that they might see Knox now, in his dragon form.
Knox lowered his snout, his black scales gleaming. He sniffed at Lucian’s ass, nosing it, pressing his paw to one cheek. Then he opened his mouth, and Lucian squeezed his eyes shut.
Hot air puffed over his skin. Knox’s scaly snout dragged down his ass. Then a heavy, damp warmth slid between his cheeks, licked up and down his crack. Lucian trembled, panting, gripping the far edge of the desk. “Knox—”
Knox’s tongue slid over Lucian’s balls, curving around them. Squeezed. Then he caught Lucian’s thighs in his paws, pushed his snout between Lucian’s legs, and licked up Lucian’s cock, his tongue thick, hot, leaving a smear of spit along Lucian’s skin.
“Knox,” Lucian gasped.
The dragon caught Lucian’s cock in his paw, angling it down between his legs.
Lucian felt vulnerable like that, having a great dragon lick his cock. He was small in Knox’s paw, hardly anything against the heft of Knox’s tongue. But Knox didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he lapped over Lucian, grinding his tongue against Lucian’s tip.
“You’ve never done this,” Lucian gasped, squirming. He had no leverage like this—he couldn’t thrust against Knox, couldn’t grind any pleasure into his aching cock.
“It doesn’t feel like much on my end,” Knox rumbled, stroking his paw down Lucian’s length. “But I thought you’d like it.”
He flicked the tip of his tongue between Lucian’s cheeks, pushing right against Lucian’s hole. Circled it, probing at its very center.
Lucian whined, his face burning. It was shameful, having Knox taste him. But he knew the slide of Knox’s human tongue inside him, and he’d wondered about this.
Knox pushed in, slowly at first. He stretched Lucian, curling inside him, finding his prostate.
Then Knox reached in deeper, his teeth grazing Lucian’s skin, and Lucian groaned, trembling.
In his dragon form, Knox’s tongue was hot, thick, and he slid all the way in, touching Lucian in a way that Lucian wouldn’t even have considered, before Knox.
“Mine,” Knox growled, sliding his tongue out, then thrusting back in. Lucian choked on a moan.
Knox fucked him like that, pushing deeper each time, until Lucian lost track of time, his skin damp with sweat, his balls tight with come. It felt like there wasn’t an inch of his body Knox hadn’t tasted yet.
Then Knox pulled away, and his shape changed again. Gold glittered in the corner of Lucian’s vision; he watched as Knox’s wings folded. Knox returned to the broad-shouldered shape of his human form, his clothes clinging to his chest, his cock a thick line in his pants.
Knox stepped closer, curling his fingers around Lucian’s cock. Stroked him steadily, until Lucian writhed, his pulse thumping in Knox’s fist.
“Think you can take the Egg now?” Knox murmured.
Lucian moaned, thrusting into Knox’s hand. “Yes.”
With his other hand, Knox drizzled more oil onto the plug. The oil pooled around the base of the glass, and Knox lifted it, fitting its cool, silky weight between Lucian’s cheeks. Lucian clenched, but the weight pressed against his hole, blunt and firm.
Then Knox pushed, slowly, firmly, until Lucian felt himself open.
The Egg breached his hole just as a hot flash rolled through his body.
Lucian shuddered, his body heating up, a warmth that started from his belly, radiating out into his chest and thighs, then his arms. Sweat prickled on his skin; he wanted to wriggle out of his jeans, lie naked on Knox’s steel desk.
Then the widest part of the Egg slid into him, and Lucian felt himself close around the neck of the plug, felt the cool, smooth weight of the glass sitting inside him, absorbing the heat from his hot flash.
He moaned, tipping his hips up toward Knox. “Feels good.”
“Yeah?” Knox tapped on the base of the Egg; the vibrations rippled all the way inside him.
“H-helps with the hot flashes,” Lucian panted. “I don’t feel like burning up.”
Knox rumbled. When Lucian glanced over his shoulder, he found Knox with a satisfied smirk. “Then we’ll have to put the Egg in you more often.”
Lucian shivered, thinking about Knox’s tongue inside him, Knox making him hold the Egg for hours.
Knox circled the desk, stopping on the opposite side, a foot away from Lucian’s face. This close, Lucian saw the bulge in his pants first. Imagined Knox pushing inside him, imagined Knox taking his pleasure.
“Want something?” Knox murmured.
Lucian licked his lips. “Yeah.”
He opened his mouth, meeting Knox’s eyes—an invitation. Knox groaned, stroking himself through his pants. Then he tugged his belt open, unbuttoned his pants. The zipper rasped loudly through the room.
When Knox slipped his cock out, Lucian squirmed. Knox was thick, big, and his tip glistened with precome. Lucian squeezed around the Egg, wishing it was Knox’s cock inside him instead, plowing into him, filling him with seed.
“Prep me,” Knox growled, angling his tip toward Lucian’s lips. Lucian took him in hungrily, licking over the blunt, velvety skin of his head, dipping his tongue into Knox’s piss-slit. Knox hissed. Wound his fingers through Lucian’s hair, stroking his head.
So Lucian sucked him in, his lips stretching around Knox’s cock, his tongue flicking over the fine veins on his skin. Knox swore, the scent of him smoky and musky, his cock jerking in Lucian’s mouth.
Lucian took him in as deep as he could, reaching down to stroke himself. Knox growled, leaned in to grab his arm. His cock slid deeper into Lucian’s mouth, and Lucian gagged, sucking on his length, trying to tempt Knox to fuck him with it.
“Knox,” he tried to say. It came out garbled.
“What?” Knox slid his cock out, then back into Lucian’s mouth, his precome salty on Lucian’s tongue.
“Fuck me.” Lucian hollowed his cheeks, leaning forward to take more of Knox in. Knox growled, sliding out, his skin glistening with spit. He curled his fingers around his cock, stroking, his biceps bulging behind his sleeve. Watching him, Lucian dripped, his ass so damn ready for his dragon. “I don’t need the purity ball, Knox. Not right now.”
Knox rumbled, circling the desk so he stood at Lucian’s hips. Lucian reached down, spread his cheeks open, showing Knox his plugged hole.
“Fuck, Lucian,” Knox curled his fingers around the base of the Egg, tugging lightly on it. “I’m gonna fuck you. But I want you to lay this Egg first.”
Lucian’s face scorched. “Lay… the Egg?”
“Yeah.” Knox slid his hot fingers around Lucian’s hole, squeezing his ass. “Push on it.”
How the fuck do I lay an egg? Lucian wanted to say. Instead, he held his breath and pushed, feeling the warm, slippery weight of the plug inside him. He flexed his muscles, gritted his teeth, felt the skim of Knox’s fingers on his balls. “It’s not moving, Knox.”
“Harder.” Knox caught Lucian’s cock, squeezing. A hot jolt slid through Lucian’s nerves. “Do you want my cock, or not?”
Lucian whined. “Yes!”
“Then lay that Egg for me.” Knox slipped his finger between the base of the plug and Lucian’s hole, teasing his opening. “Gonna fill you up then.”
Lucian groaned. “Imagine if I really had to lay an egg, instead of giving birth.”
Knox chuckled behind him. “Then that’s practice, isn’t it?”
Lucian thrust his hips at Knox, pushing as hard as he could. Slowly, the Egg slid out of him, stretching his hole open.
“Just a little more,” Knox murmured. “I’ll catch it when it’s out.”
Knox was looking at his hole. He was watching the most intimate parts of Lucian, and then he was going to slide inside. Lucian panted, holding on to the edge of the desk, groaning when he pushed the widest part of the Egg out of him. The rest of the plug slipped, and he was suddenly empty, open for Knox.
Knox sucked in an unsteady breath.
He set the Egg back on the desk. Took the bottle of oil, and poured some into his palm. Pushed his fingers into Lucian, slicking him up inside. Lucian shivered at the firm slide of his fingers, the way he probed Lucian’s body with a purpose.
Then Knox set the bottle down, stroking his fingers down his cock. “Ready for another baby?” he rasped.
Lucian’s cock grew painfully hard. “Yes,” he gasped, spreading himself, trying to push closer to Knox. Except the ropes at his ankles held him down, and he was helpless as Knox stepped close, fitting his cock between Lucian’s cheeks.
Knox slid into him without warning, the blunt tip of his cock catching on Lucian’s hole, spreading him as he sank inside. Lucian’s breath punched out of him.
Whereas the egg was round and short, Knox was thick, long, and it felt as though Knox was reaching deep into him, touching his most intimate parts. Lucian writhed, breathless, adjusting to Knox’s girth, his heavy cock.
Knox had been inside just this morning, but it had been hours, and Lucian’s body hummed around his dragon, milking him.
“Gods, you’re so damn tight,” Knox whispered, leaning in, snapping his hips. He thrust hard into Lucian, sending a wave of pleasure through Lucian’s body. Lucian panted, rocking back, trying to take Knox deeper.
“More,” he begged.
So Knox gripped Lucian’s hips, slamming hard into him. Lucian scrabbled against the desk, trying to hold on as Knox fucked him thoroughly, Knox’s cock stretching him where the Egg couldn’t.
Each time Knox thrust in, he ground against Lucian’s prostate. Pleasure fluttered through Lucian, building as Knox coaxed him toward the edge, his cock surging inside, massaging Lucian. Lucian’s own cock jutted up helplessly, precome trailing down its side.
He reached down for it, but Knox knocked his hand away. Took Lucian’s cock into his own hand and stroked, making him swell, until Lucian tumbled over the edge, and pleasure crashed through his body, made his spine arch. He gasped, crying out, clenching hard around Knox.
With a bellow, Knox fucked deep into Lucian, holding him tight, his arms trembling as he came.
Lucian panted, his heart pounding, his skin damp with sweat. When he regained his mental faculties, He found Knox’s lips on his shoulder, Knox’s palm smoothing over his belly.
“Mine,” Knox growled, nipping on Lucian’s skin.
“Really?” Lucian panted, tipping his head back against Knox’s shoulder. Knox had straightened them both, one hand supporting Lucian by the shoulders, his other hand drifting over Lucian’s chest.
“If you want to be,” Knox murmured.
Lucian hesitated, glancing sidelong at his lover. There was danger in this relationship. But as Knox caressed the bump of Lucian’s abdomen, Lucian realized that he didn’t want to worry. Not right now, when Knox held him close, when he sometimes woke in the mornings to find a black dragon coiled around him.
“Yes,” Lucian whispered. “I want to be yours.”
Knox smiled. “I’m glad.”
The idea that someone powerful like Knox wanted him… Lucian blushed, looking down. On Knox’s desk, there were streaks of come, saliva, and oil. “Oops.”
“It’s not a big deal.” Knox pressed a trail of kisses down Lucian’s throat, his fingers curving possessively over Lucian’s belly. “I’ll clean it up.”
Lucian laughed. “You? You’re the boss!”
Knox grinned, sliding his finger down one white streak on his desk, gathering it up. “That means I decide who gets your come.”
“I guess you mean yourself.”
“You guessed right.” Knox licked Lucian’s come off his fingertip, savoring it before he swallowed. He slid out of Lucian. Then he pulled his chair over, seating Lucian in it. Lucian watched as Knox crouched, undoing the ropes at his ankles.
“I can’t believe you planned this,” Lucian said. “Ripping my pants?”
Knox laughed. “Why not?”
“Because they were nice jeans!”
“I’ll get you some better ones.”
“At least rip the awful clothes next time.” Lucian wriggled when his feet were free, stretching them out. They ached a little from being open for so long, but Lucian didn’t care. Being with Knox was worth it.
Knox pressed a kiss to Lucian’s knee. His gaze coasted over Lucian’s body, lingering at his flushed cock, then his belly. “Sure. We’ll do more of that at your place.”
Lucian shivered. So maybe he could get used to Knox ripping clothes off his body. “Will I get to do the same to you? Rip off your clothes?”
Knox laughed. “I don’t see why not.”
“Maybe not your expensive clothes, though.”
“If that’s what you want.”
When he’d set the ropes aside, Knox rolled his chair closer, kneeling between Lucian’s legs. Lucian met his eyes, shivering. The oil on his skin was getting all over Knox’s leather seat, and he ached a little, his body remembering the slide of Knox inside him.
Knox leaned in, pressing his nose to Lucian’s belly. “How’s Orion doing?”
“I think he’s doing fine,” Lucian murmured. “Not that we’ve had the ultrasound yet.”
Knox grinned. “You’re sure it’s a boy, though.”
Lucian nodded, smiling back.
Sometimes, he still couldn’t believe that he was carrying Knox’s child. It felt like a part of Knox was growing inside him, a baby he’d never thought he would want this much.
Knox pulled Lucian’s shirt up, dropping kisses on Lucian’s baby bump. “Hey,” he murmured. “I’m your other dad. Lucian and I are looking forward to meeting you.”
Lucian’s chest squeezed. Knox hadn’t done this before. He’d known that Knox cared, but seeing that soft look in Knox’s eyes, Lucian’s breath caught in his throat.
“When you get here, we’re gonna take you everywhere, show you all the places,” Knox said, stroking Lucian’s belly.
“I don’t think he’ll remember much at that age,” Lucian said. “What’s your earliest memory of your parents?”
Knox frowned, making a face. “I guess you’re right. I remember my mom taking me out to sea when I learned to fly, though. I was ten.”
Lucian winced. “You didn’t fall into the sea, did you?”
“I did. A few times.” Knox chuckled. “Mom had the foresight to make me wear my swimming trunks.”
Lucian laughed, imagining Knox as a fledgling dragon, flapping his wings as he leaped off a boat. “So maybe we’ll go on an adventure when Orion’s ten.”
Knox’s eyes lit up. “You think so?”
“Yeah,” Lucian said. “Unless we’re having more babies after this.”
Knox paused thoughtfully. “I’d like that.”
When Knox met his gaze, Lucian’s stomach flipped. There was honesty in Knox’s eyes, and a hint of something more—maybe hope? Lucian couldn’t tell. But he knew Knox well enough by now, knew Knox didn’t lie. So Lucian smiled, cupping Knox’s face in his hands.
Then he kissed Knox, and Knox broke into a grin, breathing smoke against Lucian’s cheek.
“Mine,” Knox growled, his hands gentle around Lucian’s waist.
“Yours,” Lucian whispered, pressing their foreheads together.
The future was uncertain. But right now, what they had? It was good. Lucian was content for things to stay this way.