Lust Bound

The rest of the night was sort of eventful for the two men—filled with pleasure, dangerously seductive, thrilling actions. 

Ash made several attempts to seize control over Lucian, even if just once. Yet every single one ended the same way—pinned to the bed, both wrists held down, panting restlessly while Lucian relished the sight of him. How fragile and innocent he seemed, with those dazed eyes and flushed cheeks, staring up at him.

— Lucian… please, just this once, let me take the lead. — He gasped, shifting impatiently under the detective’s grip.

Lucian’s smirk was slow, dark amusement glinting in his eyes.

— You’re in no position to be making demands, darling. Besides… — He leaned in, dragging his tongue slowly up Ash’s neck, making him shudder. — I much prefer watching you like this.

Ash tensed, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. — Ahh… no. — The protest was weak, breathless.

Lucian chuckled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. — What’s wrong, Ash? Feels too good, doesn’t it?

Ash clenched his jaw, forcing out a defiant response between ragged breaths.

— Mhhm… don’t… don’t even dream of it.

But in this moment, the deadly assassin looked anything but dangerous.

Lucian’s gaze darkened, his lips curling into something wicked.

— Oh, sweetheart… your face tells me everything. Why don’t you say it? Tell me how badly you want me to finally take you.

Ash let out a low growl, his pride warring with his need.

— Go to hell—ahh!

His words dissolved into a sharp cry as Lucian bit down on the sensitive skin of his neck. The sting sent a ripple of pain through his body, but the pleasure that followed drowned it out almost instantly.

For a moment, Ash forgot what he had been so desperate for just moments ago. Then, it hit him again—he wanted to see Lucian like this. Desperate. Gasping. Losing himself in pleasure just as Ash was now. He wanted to turn the tables, to have Lucian at his mercy, breathless and undone beneath him.

But Lucian was too stubborn, too strong. Ash never stood a chance.

The detective knew exactly what he was doing, each touch calculated, every move drawing Ash deeper into a haze of pleasure. As the minutes passed, Ash lost the ability to speak altogether, his words fading into broken moans.

Until finally, there was nothing left—just a trembling, whimpering man with his head thrown back, pleasure written all over his face, and a trail of saliva slowly dripping down his cheek.

Lucian’s deep voice was a pleasant hum against his ear. A sweet melody, slowly unraveling his mind, making it harder and harder to think.

— Well? What’s your answer? — The detective’s voice was a low murmur, teasing, relentless. — Tell me just how badly you want to feel me inside you again.

Ash sucked in a shaky breath, his body already betraying him.

— F-Fuck… L-Lucian, is this funny to you? — He shot the man a glare, though it lacked any real bite.

Lucian, of course, only found it adorable.

— And for you… is it really that hard to admit? — His smirk deepened as he leaned in, his lips ghosting over Ash’s ear. — Just one word… and I’m yours.

His voice dropped to a whisper, rich with promise, and Ash swore his vision blurred for a second.

Too much.

Too good.

— Kiss me first. — The words tumbled from Ash’s lips, his final attempt at resistance.

But he already knew—he wouldn’t last much longer against Lucian.

Lying was impossible when it came to him.

Not when he craved his touch so desperately, it was driving him insane.

Lucian paused for a moment, then loomed over Ash, locking eyes with him. His gaze burned, piercing straight through him.

Then, without a word, he cradled Ash’s face in his hands and kissed him.

Ash trembled against his lips. It wasn’t their first kiss, but somehow, this time, it felt different—more intense, more consuming.

Lucian pulled back with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

— Are you shaking?

His voice was teasing, but then it softened, turning smooth, coaxing.

— Ash, stop testing my patience. If you want me that badly, just say it.

— I want you… Lucian. — Ash turned his head away slowly, unable to meet his gaze.

He felt too exposed, too vulnerable. There weren’t many people he would ever allow to see him like this—no one, really. Lucian was the first.The only one he had ever truly surrendered to.

A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of Lucian’s lips.

— Music to my ears. — He murmured, gently tracing Ash’s lips with his finger.

Slowly, he slid one finger into Ash’s mouth, exploring its warmth. It was soft, wet, and as soon as it touched him, Lucian nearly moaned at the sensation.  

— Mhhmm… Ash, today I won’t be gentle with you, alright? — Lucian’s voice was low, dark with intent.

Ash didn’t respond with words, only nodding silently in agreement

The man kept his promise. Lucian descended upon Ash like a predator, biting at his lips, then his neck, with a raw intensity that left Ash gasping.

Ash didn’t hesitate to respond, meeting the ferocity with Lucian’s , his teeth grazing over the man’s mouth, nearly drawing blood as the detective’s lips collided with his.The whole thing was a big chaos. Every movement was intense. And Ash enjoyed every single minute of it in ways he couldn’t even put into words. The warmth of Lucian’s body as they moved together felt like everything. He didn’t even mind when, during one of the thrusts, he hit his head hard against the bed.

— Fuck… are you okay? — Lucian asked, his voice laced with concern, but Ash only smiled in response.

— Shut up. I swear if you stop now..- he said so quickly it made the detective laugh. 

— Don’t worry, the night is still long. — Lucian whispered, gazing deeply into Ash’s eyes. — I’m yours, completely.

Ash’s heart raced at the intensity in Lucian’s voice, the promise in his words wrapping around him like a tight, irresistible grip. He could feel the weight of Lucian’s gaze, the heat between them building once again.

— Prove it. — Ash’s voice was breathless, barely a whisper as he leaned closer, eyes dark with desire.

Lucian’s smirk widened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Ash’s ear.

— You’ll get more than you can handle.

Without another word, he pulled Ash into a searing kiss, one that stole all coherent thought from him. Ash responded eagerly, desperate for more, as their bodies collided. 

Once the two men had calmed down in Lucian’s apartment, a deep silence settled between them. It was a bit too much of a silence. Ash lay back against the sheets, his body still humming with the aftershocks of what had just transpired. His chest rose and fell in uneven rhythm, the intensity of the night leaving him both drained and fulfilled.

Lucian shifted beside him, pulling Ash into the warmth of his embrace, their tangled bodies finding comfort in each other’s closeness.

— You’re still mine, right? — Lucian murmured softly, his voice a low hum against Ash’s ear.

Ash smiled, his hand reaching up to trace the lines  of Lucian’s jaw.

— Don’t even dream about it, detective. — Ash laughed bitterly, because after everything that had happened, despite the fact that this was undoubtedly everything he had wanted, he knew he’d be in deep trouble later. He knew it wasn’t exactly what his boss had meant when he told him to keep an eye on Lucian.