Perhaps hearing the sound of footsteps, Lucien turned his head. This sudden action of his also caused the man to halt his steps. It was just that Lucien's eyes were hazy and misted over, clearly showing that the tide of passion had not yet receded.
He looked at the person in front of him, using a coquettish tone tinged with the softness of sexual arousal to softly call out: "Dominic Vance?"
Dominic Vance was just about to speak when he saw the other person pout in grievance, slightly lower his head, and mutter to himself: "Does masturbating also cause people to hallucinate? Or is it because I miss him too much?"
As Lucien spoke, he absentmindedly rubbed the hem of his shirt. His mist-filled eyes suddenly welled up with tears, and then, drop by drop, the tears slid down his cheeks.
Lucien possessed a rather fragile appearance, and coupled with this aggrieved, tearful demeanor, it truly made it very easy for men to be moved and develop a desire to protect him.
Dominic Vance suddenly recalled what his mother had once said; previously, the existence of this marriage arrangement was originally because Lucien liked Dominic Vance very much.
The mothers of the two of them were close friends, and ever since childhood, Lucien would often run after Dominic Vance, acting as his little tail. The man had also heard the young Lucien demand to marry him on more than a few occasions.
Dominic Vance had always assumed they were merely the joking words of a child, and later on, as he grew up and became busy, he did not see this person very often.
In the end, when the marriage arrangement became a reality, they still did not have many opportunities to interact, because Lucien's mother had passed away.
Going back and forth, the person engaged to him was no longer Lucien.
Looking at the person on the bed who was simultaneously wiping away tears and muttering about needing to clean up because Dominic Vance would be home soon, the man suddenly found it somewhat amusing.
So foolish... no wonder after losing his mother, he was harmed so tragically by Miles Sinclair and his mother.
Just as Lucien was about to sit up, his body was trapped within a scorching hot embrace. Lucien's face, which had been flushed pink from the tide of passion, turned deathly pale when he saw the person holding his hand: "Dominic, Dominic Vance."
He was clearly in a state of panic.
Dominic Vance let out a cold sneer; he never considered himself to be any sort of righteous gentleman. But the current situation made it look as though he were some wicked tyrant about to violate an innocent youth.
"Do not look at me like that. Were you not the one masturbating while calling my name just now? What is wrong, why are you now looking at me as if I am forcing you?"
"I... I am sorry..." Lucien tremblingly apologized to the man, then tilted his head to look at Dominic Vance. Because he was lying face down, this posture forced Lucien to twist his body slightly in order to turn toward Dominic Vance's direction, and he shakily said: "Please... please do not hit me, I know I was wrong."
As Lucien spoke, tears slid down his cheeks. His lips were completely pale, no longer holding the rosy flush of arousal from just a moment ago.
It seemed he was genuinely terrified of being hit.
Dominic Vance sneered: "Have I ever hit you? Do not act as if whenever something happens, I use you to vent my anger..."
Speaking up to this point, Dominic Vance's voice caught in his throat. He did not do such things, but the same could not necessarily be said for Miles Sinclair and Father Sinclair.
Looking at Lucien's demeanor, it was clear he was truly terrified; the small body within Dominic Vance's grasp also seemed to be trembling.
Dominic Vance suddenly remembered their childhood, he still recalled the tiny figure of Lucien trotting after him. This person used to be so lively and adorable in the past, always smiling until both his eyes curved into crescents.
But ever since they moved into the same house, the man rarely crossed paths with Lucien.
During the initial period, they still met once or twice, but Lucien no longer smiled as happily as he did when they were children. After about a week, the man almost never saw Lucien anymore.
It was as if this person was deliberately avoiding him.
Or perhaps it was Miles Sinclair who forced Lucien to do so.
In the end, Dominic Vance felt that he was truly a bastard. After all, they used to be childhood friends. The man embraced the person beneath him, gently coaxing: "Alright, I do not blame you, stop crying."
"Hic..."
It would have been better if he had said nothing, for the moment he finished speaking, Lucien not only shed tears but also broke into audible sobs. He mumbled, crying and whimpering at the same time: "I am sorry..."
That was it; the manhood that had just cooled down reared its head once again.
Dominic Vance buried his face into Lucien's neck, looking at the soft, snow-white skin right in front of him, and could not resist opening his mouth to simultaneously bite and suck.
Lucien's physical strength was no match for the man, so he could only whimper and plead: "Mmph... hic, please do not..."
His mouth cried out to stop, but his body looked no different from one that was actively seducing someone.
"Were you not masturbating while calling my name just a moment ago? I am giving you a chance, get into bed with me, how about it?"
Looking at the person in his arms trembling and burying his face into the blankets, Dominic Vance did not want to act like a beast either. If the other person did not want to, then so be it; the man did not like forcing others.
But just as Dominic Vance stepped off the bed, the hem of his shirt was tugged back by a fair, white hand. The man turned back to look and saw Lucien kneeling on the bed, the extremely short hem of his pajama shirt was unable to cover his slender thighs and his erect manhood.
Lucien's voice trembled.
"Can you... lock the door?"
The door to Lucien's room, which had been pushed open by Dominic Vance earlier, was still left wide open. The man let out a heavy breath and looked at him: "Lie there and wait for me."
After that, he took long strides to go close the door.