45 Chapter 45: Mine (0.5) Gentle and Possessive

Kilian gasped for air.

Dante had not let him breathe in with the repeating deep kisses he greedily took from Kilian.

The lips pressed to his, felt warm and wet from the tongue that kept pushing its way into Kilian's mouth, constantly searching for Kilian's tongue to greedily taste it.

"Da…Dante?"

Kilian let out a muffled sound, panting fast whenever air was available.

It felt good, he had to admit that it felt good.

They had never had this much passion between them. Before the actions were of lust and need, but this seemed different.

Dante came off as almost desperate to make Kilian know how he felt.

The lips stopped their greedy tasting of Kilian, and the broad arms of Dantes swept Kilian up in a hold with ease.

"Wait..what are you doing?"

Kilian was panting, trying to catch his breath now when his lips were free, but the closeness of Dante's body against his did not calm him down.

"Just checking that your body is ok, you have been disappearing from my sight lately."

Kilian could not refute the words, as he had left Dante behind on several occasions, to either help out with the wounded knights, or go to town as Joker.

Soft sheets engrossed Kilian, as Dante placed him on the bed, and Kilian sat up staring daggers at Dante.

"Let's stop here Dante."

There was no reply.

Instead, the big man got on his knees in front of the bed, and carefully undid the boots Kilian was wearing.

Then he reached up to undo the pants around Kilian's hips.

Kilian didn't protest or stop the motion, only watched as Dante pulled his pants down and off.

Dante then placed the now bare feet into his palms and gently massaged them.

Kilian could only let out a deep sigh, as the incredible feeling of the pain in his feet declined.

Dante knew exactly how to placate him.

However, he kept sitting, trying not to give in to the temptation before him, but instead, let the massage continue as his body was screaming for it not to stop.

The grip around his ankles only got tighter, and Dante started to slowly mold his fingers into Kilian's lower calves, relieving the tension that had built up in the sore muscles.

There was no reason for Kilian to refuse it, besides the guilt of having teased Dante to the point the man was now in front of him like this.

Kilian doubted that Dante would have done this if he had never crossed the lines, as much as he had.

His lust had led to this.

A man on his knees, ready to throw away his pride as a knight and man of this kingdom, just to touch Kilian, another male. Something that could get them both in trouble, if it was ever revealed.

Kilian let out a soft groan, his body feeling heated and weak.

Something wet touched his skin, and he looked down to see Dante's tongue slowly running over the scars on his leg, moving upwards towards the knee.

It was slowly driving him crazy.

A small kiss caressed the bent knee, and two strong hands spread his thighs apart.

Strong fingers dug into his skin, firmly holding his legs apart, no longer letting Kilian move them on his own.

it was as if Dante had claimed them as his now.

It was useless, Kilian thought. He had already lost his strength to the feeling, and the anticipation of the tongue moving further up was driving him crazy.

The tongue was gently tasting Kilian's skin, moving up the inner thighs, and Kilian couldn't help but squirm in the hold.

Dante was being gentle and sweet, but also greedy to touch him like he was exploring Kilian for the first time.

'Sweet but possessive.'

Dangerous combination Kilian thought, as his mind was still trying to comprehend what was happening.

He ran his fingers through Dante's flaming hair, gripping it tightly while following how Dante was slowly breathing deeper and panting heavier, as he moved further up Kilian's thighs.

Kilian could no longer hold back and let out a moan.

It simply felt too good, and he was becoming more and more impatient to feel more, to know how else this mouth of Dante could make him feel.

Dante's mind was racing, the look of the flushed Kilian looking down at him, anticipating Dante to continue drove him crazy, and he sunk his teeth down into the bare skin.

His hand spread Kilian's legs more, enough for the shirt that had been covering Kilian to be raised some.

It was as he remembered it.

He moved his hand up to grab it, slowly jerking the dick that was springy and hard in his palm.

The urge inside him could not hold back anymore and he let out his tongue, running the tip up Kilian's member, coating it in his saliva.

The reaction was instantaneous, as Kilian threw his back down over the sheets, trying to pull his hips away from Dante's touch.

His tight grip held on, pulling the defiant body back down to his lips, and gasping moans were heard as he started to slowly lick from the base to the tip.

All he knew was he wanted to be closer to the beautiful being in front of him, but he did not know how to be with a man. Was it even possible?

This was all he could do to make his Master feel good, but the sounds Kilian let out was making him want to do even more.

There was so much more he wanted to do, and it was taking all his resolve to just watch the pleasure build in the body before him.

His pants were tight.

More.

He wanted more.

The heat he felt was exhilarating and he knew his own thing was pressed tightly at his pants.

He wanted to feel it inside Kilian.

He was unsure if he would hurt the frail-looking Kilian that laid defenseless in front of him.

Would it even fit?

He was already trying his best to not lose control, to stay gentle. The Master he had looked at for so long now, was finally in his hands.

But would Kilian break, If he did all the things he had dreamt of when alone at night?

Light fingers played with his hair, and Kilian's hips shook in his hold.

No. He couldn't hurt him.

Kilian was twitching on the bed, the feeling of Dante's tongue had sent shivers of pleasure surging through his body.

He had never expected the man to go this far on his own.

An imposing figure stood up before him, as Dante got on his feet.

Soon after Kilian heard fabric fall on the floor, and he felt how a hand let go of his thigh, giving back its freedom to move.

However, he froze, no longer moving, when seeing Dante grabbing his own staff, holding it up between Kilian's thighs.

Kilian was surprised, stating at the size.

Could he even let this continue? He had not prepared for anything like this, and if Dante did not know how to be with a man he could be hurt.

A muscular body moved up over Kilian, who reached up to trail the contours of the abdomen.

"Dante..I.. we can't."

Kilian was nervous now, if the thing this man was holding would enter him without preparations, then he would rip apart.

"We need to prepare for these... things."

At this point he was almost trembling, it was as if his words were not reaching the redhead who then grabbed Kilian by the hip pulling his bare ass cheeks down against the pelvis.

The hard cock soon pressed up between Kilian's thighs and a deep groan left Dante's lips.

"Ahh"

Kilian gasped and bit down on his lip as soon as the sound escaped him. Dante's dick was now grinding over his own while pressing through the inner thighs, sharing the saliva left on Kilian's skin.

The motion continued and Dante both pulled Kilian to him and pushed his member in between the soft wet skin in hard repeating motions.

Kilian grabbed a hold of the sheets to try and steady his upper body from the constant movement.

The hard grinding pressure on him left him moaning for the man who was using him to feel good.

Dante bend down over Kilian, stealing another kiss as if he was trying to drown the moans escaping the soft lips under him.

He had pushed Kilian's legs down to the side still having them wrapped around his cock, but the exposed pose had only made him want more.

He looked at Kilian whose expression was immersed in pleasure, having completely given in to him.

Is he mine?

Dante remembered the wounded figure of Rayden, that even Kilian had not recognized, and a grin flashed over his face, watching Kilian succumbing under him.

"I'll make you forget him."

Kilian could barely tell what Dante was saying, trying to catch his breath and prevent his body from breaking as the thrust between his thighs increased.

Dante went faster, the view and feeling he was having in this very moment, he wanted more of it, something even more intense.

'Next time I won't be this gentle.' He thought.