Chapitre 57: Chapter 57: Good Luck Charm
The room no longer felt cold from the chilling air, and Rayden had locked his eyes on Kilian, waiting for a response.
Instead, Kilian was trying to breathe in slowly, to not let the other person know how nervous those words had gotten him.
When Rayden did not get a reply, he stepped in closer only to make Kilian nervously step backward, unable to remove his gaze from the amber eyes that were enjoying the sight of him.
"I am sure, you will be just…fine," Kilian mumbled, but the words seemed stuck in his throat, and he wasn't sure if it had been loud enough for Rayden to have heard.
He then remembered the scarred man that could not even drink water among the wounded knights and swallowed hard.
Rayden had just barely made it back last time, and he did not wish for the same to happen again.
'Superstition.' He thought, but something in his chest tightened.
The thought of something similar happening again, made his mind waver.
'It is just a kiss…Why am I so nervous?"
Kilian's legs were blocked by the bed behind him, and Rayden stopped moving closer.
"I…"
Kilian tried to come up with an excuse but could think of none as his mind kept darting to the lips that had once kissed him in an alleyway.
"Ok…" He finally said. He knew Rayden would leave if he said no, but it would be a lie if his entire body was not already looking forward to it.
Kilian had barely spoken, before a hand reached out to support the back of Kilian's neck, applying just enough pressure to pull Kilian towards Rayden, who bend down to close the gap between them.
At first, the dry lips of Rayden pressed at his own, and the nervousness was flushed away, as Kilian returned the kiss.
It was innocent, but it didn't stop.
They both continued, engrossed in each other as the kiss became more heated and Kilian forgot to even breathe.
A longing in them both would not let them separate and Kilian raised his arms to lay them around Rayden's neck to support himself.
His legs felt weird, and he parted his lips, letting his tongue run over Rayden's lips.
Rayden grabbed onto Kilian in a tight hold, and with a groan met Kilian's tongue with his own.
They breathed the same air, and Kilian was panting as if the cool air might help him reduce the heat inside.
The kiss had become greedy, and Kilian wished those lips would eat all of him.
His legs staggered, but Rayden's hold kept him standing and he gave in, leaning against Rayden.
"Kil."
Rayden whispered with deep uneven breaths. The low tone and voice only excited Kilian more.
Kilian didn't respond, he already knew what Rayden wanted to say.
The bulge down by Rayden's lower body could not be hidden, and Kilian could feel it as he was leaning against the body, their movements making his body rub over it some.
He had tried to ignore it, the size hiding something that he could not fathom would ever fit, but his own already felt constricted in the tight pants, and the two were slowly grinding against each other.
"Kil…Let's stop."
There was a groan from Rayden's throat, and the large hands holding Kilian had tightened their hold but were trembling.
Kilian slowly licked Rayden's lip, and the taunt only ended in another deep kiss.
They were both now breathing as if they had used up the air in the room, and Kilian's heart was beating so fast that it felt like it would break if they stopped now.
Rayden's gesture had been polite and caring, holding him to help him stand, but the hands were no longer polite to Kilian's body.
Long fingers were caressing Kilian's neck, the tips brushing over the skin, feeling every contour and shape of the muscle from the jaw to the collarbone, pushing the shirt aside to reveal more skin.
It was as if the two hands were covering all of Kilian, as the other hand had moved up under his shirt, loosening it more while running the fingers up over his back.
The fingers were calloused and rough, making it feel more like they were scratching against the bare skin than simply touching, and the pressure increased as hands became just as greedy as the kisses they kept sharing.
Kilian's inside was screaming, and he no longer cared about what should and should not happen. He didn't care what this might end with, or if it was wrong.
He just wanted this person to keep exploring him.
"Kil."
This time the tone was louder, and Kilian breathed in deeply, trying to catch his breath.
His own hands had started to explore Rayden's chest, and he did not remember when he had undone the shirt that hung loose, exposing a wide chest covered in scars.
Kilian looked up at Rayden, who seemed to be trying to stop what was going on, but Kilian could feel the member below hard and twitching to get out.
Kilian again did not reply, and instead leaned in sticking his tongue out, slowly licking at a scar moving up along the rough scarred edges over the side of Rayden's chest.
A deep groan escaped Rayden again, and Kilian felt the fingers exploring him, digging into his skin like they were gonna rip him apart to keep him close.
Kilian's tongue continued to run over the scars that had dented and torn through the skin, the wet tongue leaving a trail of saliva.
"Mm."
Kilian was focused on covering each one of them, till the hands holding him grabbed onto his thighs and back, lifting him up, with his legs wrapped around Rayden's abdomen.
His bottom was pressing down on the bulge and he was now looking down into the amber eyes, giving them an almost disappointed look, that Rayden would stop him from tasting more.
"Kil, I won't be able to hold back like this."
Rayden was barely able to say it, and Kilian could tell the man was trembling, trying to hold back.
There was a flash of regret in the amber eyes, and they looked away from Kilian.
"I like you." He said.
Kilian's heart fluttered, and he had trouble breathing again.
"I know."
Kilian could not say it back. He did like Rayden, but he still felt unsure if this was real, or just him getting carried away at the moment.
He couldn't just say it back when Rayden was taking it this seriously, not if he wasn't sure of it.
Rayden stepped forward towards the bed, and bend down with Kilian holding on to his body to keep himself up until his back hit the sheets.
Kilian loosened his tight hold around Rayden's neck, his thighs still wrapped around the abdomen, feeling the bulge pressing at him.
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