The opulent royal chamber was dimly lit by flickering candlelight, casting shadows on the rich crimson walls adorned with golden filigree. Marble columns stood like guards beside plush velvet curtains. The pale boy lay on his stomach atop an ornate four-poster bed covered in silk sheets.
Moans were mingled with harsh, ragged breaths.His long black hair spilled across the bed, hiding his face in the pillow as the man gripped his hips firmly, pounding into him from behind without a word spoken. The room was silent except for the rhythmic sound of flesh meeting flesh and boy's occasional muffled moans.
The man's strong arms held the boy's slender waist possessively as he continued his relentless pace. The boy's small, pale hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, knuckles white with exertion.
The man's face was a mask of concentration and unspoken emotions. One hand roamed from the boy's hip to his lower back, then up to grip his shoulders roughly. The other still on his hip. He increased his pace, the bed creaking loudly with each brutal thrust.
"Y..your m..Majesty ugh.."
The boy's legs trembled slightly, his toes curling into the sheets As the Emperor pounded into him relentlessly, the boy's body began to shake. His legs quivered, and his back arched involuntarily, pushing his bottom further back against each thrust. The man's hands slid down to grip his thighs higher up, nearly lifting his lower body off the bed.
" Call me by my name, beloved" the Emperor Caelus Aurellion said, his voice low and edged with restrained emotion.
Arien didn't look at him but quickly avoided Caelus' eyes, his face flushed as tossed his head to the side, closing his eyes and biting his lower lip. He was holding the sheets beside his head, trying not to make a sound.
With a final, brutal thrust, Caelus slammed into Arien, holding him there as he finished with a low groan. His hands remained firmly on the Arien thighs keeping them open as he filled him with his release.
Arien sighed in relief, thinking the moment of intense pleasure and slight discomfort was over. But as he lay there, his body still trembling, the room grew quiet except for the heavy breathing of the two of them. Suddenly, Arien felt Caelus grabbing his wrists turning him onto his back, still buried deep inside him.
Caelus pulled up his upper body and held his knees close to Arien hips, releasing one of Arien wrists to enclose his palms around the ankles and roughly lifting it high onto his left shoulder. This new position allowed him to sink impossibly deeper. Arien cried out sharply at the sudden intense invasion, his back arching off the bed.
He was not used to such conduct.This wasn't their first time by any means, but Arien's body still hadn't adjusted to being used to sleeping with the Emperor.
The difference now was incredible - instead of pain, there was only overwhelming pleasure despite the brutal position. Their first time had been all burning discomfort with no enjoyment for Arien.
Every time he crushed deep inside, Caelu's back visibly tensed up. His broad shoulders and muscles splintered with sweat, making his body shine under the candlelight.
His grip on the delicate ankles tightened, Arien shook weakly and struggled to conform to the hot rush of pleasure.
"Ah...!"
Arien shook his head from side to side and moaned. In a helpless state, he raised his hand and scratched the crumpled sheet at the side of his head.
Their joined bodies were getting hotter and hotter by the second.His body was in a tight race Arien could hardly breathe.
When Arien thought he would finally faint, Caelus loosened up a little, and Arien felt the unmistakable warm liquid drip from him. He breathed out as fast as he could.
When he least expected it, Caelus leaned to his thigh and kissed the soft skin that turned purple and black from his grip, a surprisingly sweet gesture, different from his rough demeanor seconds ago.
His touch gentled as he caressed Arien's thigh, his thumb brushing over the soft skin. But then, without warning, his hand moved up to wrap around Arien's upper thigh, squeezing it hard. Arien gasped, his eyes widening, lips trembling in pain as more purple bruises began to bloom on his pale thigh.
A gold light glow reflected from his Caelus eyes, then it slowly faded turning to its normal light.
As soon as Arien felt him slowly slipping out, he sighed out of relief, that the Caelus had his fill and would then leave him to rest, only to be proved wrong the next second.
Arien was lying down on his side. Caelus holds up the right leg and then straddles the left leg.and inserted his length once again without warning.
"Ah!"
Lowering his posture, he positioned one hand to the side of Arien face while the other still holding in to the right leg, who deep sense of pleasure ran from his lower abdomen to the top of his head.
"Mmpphh!"
His body shook violently. Arien closed his eyes tightly,a groan emitted from his throat. He couldn't bear the sensation and became anxious that his whole body would break up if he didn't make a sound.
Arien was already burning due to their activity made his body feel more feverish, turning his pale skin into a light shade of red, And Caelus being this close didn't help.He bit Arien cheek then licked his earlobe.
"Look at me."
The slow, circling and wet moments Caelus made with his tongue made goosebumps erupt from several parts of his body.
"My beloved, open your eyes and look at me."
His deep voice commanded, his hands squeezing Arien's thighs possessively. Arien's black hair was spread across the pillows, contrasting sharply with the white sheets. His amethyst eyes flashed nervously as he peeked up at his husband, the Emperor.
Arien white eyelashes were half-opened for a second. He just took a glimpse then shut down as fast as he could. He bit his lower lip and tried to hide his face .
But Caelus grabbed Arien's chin tightly, his thumbs brushing over plump cheek. "Look at me," he ordered again, his voice lower. His hips rolled deep and slow, making Arien tighten his grip on the sheets again.
Arien bit his lip, trying to contain the soft whimpers that threatened to escape with each thrust. His black hair fell in messy strands around his face, making him look even more fragile. Caelus leaned down and bit him on the shoulder fiercely, his strong body tensing with each snap of his pelvis.
Caelus lifted Arien's legs high up in the air, holding them securely against his chest. His legs pressed together like a vice, his small opening stretched wide around Caelus' thick, hard member.
With his legs still captured by Caelus and his buttocks lifted slightly from the bed, the warm liquid poured out and flowed through his hip bone.
Then Caelus leaned forward, folding Arien in half like a pretzel. His arms wrapped around Arien's thighs, pulling them higher and tighter against his chest. This position left Arien's face mere inches from Caelus' muscular chest, making it difficult for him to breathe normally.
Immediately, Arien stifled moans and cries filled the room.
The Emperor's brow was slick with sweat, his muscles tensing and releasing with each powerful thrust. Arien, beneath him, was a picture of restrained agony. His black hair clung to his forehead, damp strands sticking to his flushed cheeks.
"W ...Wait Ah—" Arien words stumbled out of him, broken things. His throat caught on every breath. "Don't—"
Every time he shoved, there was a sound of clashing flesh. Caelus watched as Arien's eyes filled with tears, his bottom lip trembling.
Tears fell, his breath hitched, uneven and wet. His nose ran, his mouth trembled open, and a thin line of drool caught on his chin. He tried to speak, but his voice broke somewhere between a sob and choke. The sheets on his back were damp with their sweat.
The Emperor paused, drunk in the sight.The sudden silence was deafening, broken only by their ragged breaths. Arien's amethyst eyes fluttered open, locking onto the Emperor's intense gaze. The Emperor's large hand wrapped around Arien's chin, forcing him to maintain eye contact.
Finally, Arien looked up, his face covered in a mixture of snot and tears. Lips red from consistent biting. triumphant expression spread across the Caelus face as he placed his index finger in the Arien mouth, feeling the warmth of it, then grabbed his tongue. Arien couldn't close his mouth nor did he dare to bite the Emperor.
Letting go of the tongue Caelus kept going harder and harder. still keeping eye contact while saying sweet nothings. With one last thrust Caelus filled Arien who also reached climax, his eyes rolled, body shivering, toes curled .
After both of them calmed down Caelus drew Arian to his chest, his arm tightening him. Before sleep claimed him,But before his vision blurred he heard Caelus whispers.
" my beloved...Seraphina..."
Arian closed his eyes in despair, a single tear tracing down his cheek. Pressing his lips together, He felt the sorrow pressing down on him, and he could do nothing but pull in a deep, trembling breath, trying only to steady himself, to feel the air fill his lungs again. A bitter thought crept through him, sharp and undeniable.
a substitute would always be a substitute.
No matter the warmth, the closeness, the care he now felt, it never belonged to him in first place, what had truly belonged to him? How had he even fallen for Caelus? How had he ended up tangled in this sorrow, in this impossible, suffocating situation?.
He did not understand. He could not understand. And yet, even in despair, his lungs drew in another shaky breath, Exhaustion takes over him, pulling him towards the world of no dreams.
(There is age gap between Arian and Caelus
Arian is 18 while Caelus is 31)