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Isaac had braced himself for the worst. He imagined Lucien locked away in a dim prison cell, guards stationed at every corner, a vision that had haunted him since they'd been separated. But when he demanded Giovanni let him see Lucien, he was shocked to find himself taken to a luxurious apartment in one of the city's nicest neighborhoods. The dissonance only grew as he rushed inside, heart pounding, to find Lucien sitting calmly at the dinner table, sipping coffee while working on a laptop.

Lucien looked up, a warm smile lighting his face. He looked incredible. Isaac almost forgot how to breathe. Lucien's hair was perfectly styled, and his shirt clung to his muscular frame in a way that felt almost unfair. He was so stunning, so effortlessly composed, it was almost otherworldly.

"I love that look in your eyes," Lucien murmured softly, as if their time apart had never happened.

When he rose from his chair, Isaac stormed toward him, the pent-up tension finally breaking.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Isaac demanded, voice sharp with disbelief.

Lucien gazed at his lavish surroundings. "I'm being held captive."

Captive? Isaac narrowed his eyes at him, but he wasn't about to tell him that he didn't get a wink of sleep because he was up worrying about him. He had even brought food for him, just in case they starved him or didn't provide a proper meal. Yet here he was, dressed in a neatly ironed shirt and black slacks, savoring a cup of coffee and gazing at him with those affectionate eyes, as if they weren't about to face each other in an illegal fight.

"I'm fine," Lucien suddenly said. When Isaac's brows pulled together, he continued, "I can see by your expression that you were worried sick. Since you're dying to ask, I'm fine now that you're here."

Isaac hated how easily Lucien could read him. The sudden shift in the air was palpable, thick with unspoken tension. Isaac stood frozen as Lucien's words lingered between them, heavy and raw. Lucien's gaze softened, and though he took a step closer to shrink the distance between them, it wasn't enough to bridge the gap that had grown between them over time.

"God, I missed you," Lucien murmured.

There it was again, that hurt look in his eyes that tore Isaac apart.

Lucien's thumb gently caressed Isaac's cheekbone, his eyes lingering over every detail of his face as if committing it to memory. His touch traced the bruises that bloomed in shades of marred color, but even then, Lucien thought Isaac was the most beautiful being he'd ever seen. His thumb glided over a faint scar before moving closer to Isaac's lips, his gaze unwavering, fixed on them.

Isaac's eyes lifted to meet Lucien's, and at that moment, he felt utterly exposed. The look in Lucien's gaze spoke a thousand unspoken truths, leaving Isaac feeling stripped bare, as though every secret he had ever harbored now lay open and vulnerable. He should have been terrified. Such raw intimacy should have sent him reeling, but it didn't. Not with Lucien.

When Lucien leaned in to kiss him, Isaac drew in a sharp breath.

"What are you doing?" Isaac whispered, his voice trembling.

"Releasing you from your contract," Lucien whispered, his lips brushing ever so close. "You're a free man now, Isaac."

He kissed him and something lit inside Isaac. His eyelids fluttered, threatening to close as he felt the heat of Lucien's lips. His stomach clenched, the ache so sharp and all-consuming it left him breathless, the tension coiling deep within him like a knot pulled impossibly tight.

The kiss deepened, shifting into something desperate and fervent. It wasn't just fueled by the time they'd spent apart, but by the underlying fear that this moment might somehow be their last. Isaac parted his lips, a soft, needy sound escaping him when Lucien's hand slid to his waist and gripped firmly, fingers grazing lower to cup him. Lucien's tongue traced the seam of Isaac's lips, seeking more, and when Isaac let him in, their tongues tangled in a kiss so wild and hungry it left them both breathless.

They had kissed countless times before, but never like this. Lucien's grip tightened, pulling Isaac's body flush against his own, the heat of him pressing firmly against Isaac's thigh. A gasp broke from Isaac's lips into Lucien's mouth, and Lucien responded by sucking on his lower lip, grazing it with his teeth so gently that Isaac shuddered. The sensation was overwhelming as Lucien kissed him harder, possessive and unrelenting, his tongue delving deeper. Isaac surrendered to it, his breath catching as the sheer intensity of the moment made his head spin, his own arousal growing impossibly harder against Lucien's thigh.

Lucien didn't break the kiss as he lifted Isaac effortlessly, carrying him to the bedroom. He laid Isaac on the bed, tossing him onto the mattress. Isaac glared up at him, but his flushed cheeks and parted lips betrayed him. He looked too pretty like this, sprawled out and waiting, his eyes filled with want.

Lucien began to undress, peeling away his clothes until he stood bare. Isaac swallowed hard when Lucien's fully erect member came into view, heat rushing to his face. They'd done this so many times before, but today, something about it felt different.

Lucien leaned down, nuzzling into the crook of Isaac's jaw before his lips found the sensitive skin beneath Isaac's ear. His warm breath fanned across Isaac's neck, and then he descended lower, his lips brushing Isaac's throat. Lucien's teeth scraped lightly before he sucked hard at the tender flesh, pulling a gasp from Isaac that was sharp and breathless. A white-hot jolt surged through him, spreading like fire in his veins as Lucien's mouth worked against his skin, drawing a mark that would linger.

Lucien's hands moved deftly, undoing Isaac's pants while his mouth remained latched to his neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. Isaac didn't want Lucien's attention to falter. He didn't want the warm, dizzying pressure of his lips to disappear. So, without waiting, he reached down himself, using the slick arousal that had gathered on Lucien's velvet shaft to prepare himself.

A gasp tore from Isaac's lips when Lucien slid his fingers alongside Isaac's, pushing in deeper. The sudden intrusion sent a strained cry spilling from Isaac's throat, his head tipping back as pleasure rippled through him.

"You've taken bigger," Lucien murmured, his voice low and teasing, yet filled with the kind of confidence that made Isaac's stomach coil tighter. He curved his fingers, searching until he found the spot that sent a jolt of ecstasy through Isaac's trembling body. Isaac moaned sharply, his legs squirming as Lucien pressed against that perfect place again and again.

"Fuck," Isaac breathed against Lucien's mouth, the curse muffled as Lucien kissed him once more, rough and possessive. Isaac's knees jerked together instinctively, but Lucien's strong hands held them apart with ease, keeping him open and vulnerable.

Lucien began a slow descent, his lips trailing across Isaac's bruised, beautiful skin. He kissed down his chest, over the faint marks left on his ribs and stomach, his mouth hot and insistent as it moved lower. Isaac's breath hitched when Lucien reached his cock, his lips so close that Isaac felt the heat of them.

"Wait," Isaac gasped, his voice breaking with urgency as his body trembled under Lucien's touch. He wasn't sure he could hold out much longer. "You don't have to. Just stick it in."

"No," Lucien said with a devilishly attractive grin that made Isaac's stomach twist and his throat go dry.

Before Isaac could reply, Lucien leaned in, his lips parting as he took him in. The flat, searing heat of Lucien's tongue pressed against the length of Isaac's cock, sending a shockwave of pleasure through him. Isaac's back arched involuntarily, his body jolting at the overwhelming sensation that hit him like a lightning strike.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Isaac moaned, his voice shaky and breathless as Lucien worked him with deliberate precision. It was torturous, just enough pleasure to make him writhe, but not enough to satisfy the ache burning inside him. Desperate, Isaac's fingers found Lucien's hair, tangling in the dark strands as he pushed himself deeper into Lucien's hot, wet mouth.

Isaac swore he saw sparks when Lucien took him to the back of his throat without flinching, the tight, constricted space squeezing around him in a way that made his head spin. It was too much, and yet not nearly enough. He thought he was going to lose his mind.

Lucien's dark lashes flicked up, his gaze locking onto Isaac's face. He watched every reaction with a kind of fascination, studying what made him moan, what made his body twist with need. His tongue and lips worked expertly, the slick, wet heat of his mouth setting Isaac's nerves ablaze. Lucien sucked harder, the pressure making Isaac gasp raggedly, his stomach hollowing as his body climbed relentlessly toward release.

Isaac felt it too soon, embarrassingly close, the peak just within reach. But before he could warn him, Lucien's fingers pressed deeper into his entrance, finding that perfect spot, and Isaac's eyes flew open as his body went taut.

He came instantly, his whole body trembling as the waves of pleasure crashed through him, leaving him gasping for air. Lucien pulled back slowly, his lips releasing Isaac's cock with a wet, obscene pop. He licked his lips, his gaze hungry and sharp as he looked down at Isaac, utterly wrecked beneath him.

But Lucien didn't come back up. Instead, he hooked his hands under Isaac's hips, raising them slightly before lowering his mouth where his fingers once were.

"What, you've never had your ass eaten before?" Lucien genuinely asked.

Isaac's eyes widened. "Of course not!"

"Good, then I'll be the first."

"Lu—" Isaac started, but his protest was cut off by a moan that tore from his throat.

There was nothing in the world, no sensation or experience Isaac had ever known that could compare to the feeling of Lucien's tongue flicking over his entrance. His entire body jolted as if struck by lightning. The wet, teasing heat of Lucien's tongue settled on his skin like fire, leaving him trembling.

Lucien did it again, his tongue moving deliberately, and Isaac's head fell back against the sheets, his lips parted as he moaned helplessly. He squeezed his eyes shut, overwhelmed by the rush of sensation coursing through him. Lucien's tongue laved over his entrance, slow and maddening, before the tip pressed in just slightly.

It was enough to set Isaac's nerves alight, the tingling sensation spreading like wildfire across his body. Heat simmered beneath his skin, pooling deep in his core until it became unbearable, making his cock ache with desperate need. Isaac's breath came in short, sharp gasps, his entire body tingling with the new, dizzying pleasure that left him utterly undone. He was aware he was making senseless noises, whining, and letting out half-hitched moans that spilled uncontrollably from his lips, his body responding to every movement of Lucien's tongue.

"You're so sensitive," Lucien complimented.

Isaac dug his face against the sheets in frustrated pleasure, screwing his eyes shut and biting his lower lip against the noises caught in his throat.

And then he felt something harder replace Lucien's tongue. Something more familiar. Lucien's half-lidded eyes stared down at him, dark and intense, almost trance-like. He looked utterly consumed, obsessed with the sight of Isaac beneath him, completely undone.

The blunt tip of Lucien's cock pressed against the entrance of Isaac's loosened hole, sending a jolt of anticipation rippling through him.

"I'll fuck you properly," Lucien promised, his voice low and filled with dark certainty.