Lucien Enjolras

Lucien is already stretched taut between the firm hand at his cock and Laertes’ teeth, and he gasps and moans, the two opposing sensations sending fire coursing through his veins. “More,” Lucien says, breathy, and bites at his own lip, thrusting into the other’s touch. “Please, a little more.” It’s driving him wild, but that is not their game, just now. He cannot get his release just yet.