At somewhere far from New York...
In a very large bedroom with sophisticated furnishings such as dark wood panels, expensive silk sheets, large windows overlooking the sprawling city of Bucharest, Romania,
Lucian's eyes hadn't opened yet when he felt it.
Warmth... Wet, intoxicating warmth wrapped around the tip of his cock.
His body responded before his mind could catch up, his hips shifting slightly as the sensation deepened.
A hot mouth enveloped him completely, slowly, expertly taking him deeper and deeper until he could feel the back of a throat around his hardening cock.
Deep-throating.
The mouth began to move; sucking, licking, swirling tongue in patterns that were achingly familiar, patterns that Lucian's body remembered even if his conscious mind didn't yet.
"Mmmh..." A low moan escaped Lucian's throat, his fingers curling into the silk sheets beneath him.
It felt too good.
