59 Chapter 59: Leaving

Amber eyes stared into him, and a hand moved in between their bodies, gently touching Kilian's nipples on the chest.

They were hard, and the touch sent tingling feelings through his body.

"I see you can last more than I thought, Kil. did you not just cum in my mouth without warning me?" The voice was low and taunting, but not unkind.

The hand moved down more, and Kilian couldn't help but arch back, moving his body up, so the fingertips would touch the tip of his half-erect dick.

"You are making it really hard for me to hold back, Kil."

Kilian opened his mouth trying to reply this time, but let out a moan as the hand touched the head that was now even more sensitive.

Rayden removed his hand after checking the reaction of Kilian between the legs, and he pressed himself down on it like he was trying to stop it from growing.

" I need to go."

It was a statement but still, Rayden did not move from the position.

Kilian sighed reluctantly under the heavy weight of the body, his head was in turmoil and he just nodded and tried to sit up.

The huge body on top moved to give him space, and Kilian sat up leaning against Rayden.

His chest tightened, and he had trouble finding the right words to give in this situation.

The loose shirt hanging from Rayden tickled his skin, and he fumbled with the buttons while closing it up, covering the scarred chest he had licked with his tongue.

The thought made him blush slightly, which only brought back the smirk on Rayden's face.

A kiss touched his cheek, but he didn't look up and was instead concentrating on finishing closing up the shirt, til the fabric no longer looked messy.

"Come back."

Kilian mustered to say a few words, his voice hoarse from the excessive breathing of the cold air in the room.

The large body got up from the bed, and Kilian watched as Rayden left through the window into the dark night, wherefrom he had come.

There was no more to say between them. Kilian had not promised anything, and Rayden had expressed what he felt.

"Creak" A small sound came from the hallway, and Kilian's eyes darted to the door.

'Did someone hear us?' His mind was suddenly in panic mode, he had not exactly been quiet, but there were still walls between him and where his mother and others resided on this floor.

The rooms were large, and hopefully, the sound did not travel straight through them.

A second, 5 seconds, 10 seconds. Nothing.

Kilian sighed and laid down, his lower parts were still throbbing from the hand touching it.

He reached down. It was still wet with saliva.

"Rayden's saliva."

He whispered it out loud, and it seemed his voice had settled down, no longer carrying a hoarse sound to it.

He stroked it and thought back on the taste of Rayden's muscles, his tongue had tasted the sweat and scent of Rayden's chest.

"Ahh." He let out a soft moan and turned on his back with his legs bend and spread out.

His hands stroked it slowly again, and his body reacted to the small jolts of pleasure.

It had felt so much better when Rayden had done it. The mouth had been warm and wet moving down repeatedly till he had released himself.

The thoughts made it hard again now, and he slowly turned over on the bed, stroking it down against the sheet.

'If Rayden had just gone further, how would it have felt?'

His mind was now imagining all sorts of situations, and the mental images only made his body react even more.

He came again, this time soiling the sheets, and he rolled over on his side panting.

The bed was a mess, and he tried to sit up to get cleaned, but his body was too tired and weak to listen.

He laid there on the bed, his eyes half closed and tried to calm his breath.

Another creak sound was heard, but Kilian was too tired to care.

'Just an old wooden house." He tried to convince himself at first but then heard the door to his room open.

He froze, remembering the Heathgrave mansion and the late-night visitors he had had then.

His eyes had already adjusted to the dark, but he kept them half closed while, trying to see who had entered in the dark.

His cane was not near him, and he was laying on top of the sheets completely naked.

'Maybe they can't see me well.' His heart was beating fast but not from excitement.

He thought about it, there could only be one person who might come check on him.

"Dante?"

A figure in the dark stopped moving.

The sound of someone clearing their throat was heard, and Dante spoke.

"There was a sighting of an intruder being seen outside, I just came to check if you were safe Young Master."

The voice was low, but also staggering.

'Was he afraid for me? Or is he just checking up on me cause he heard us?'

Kilian couldn't be sure, but also did not want to question or distrust Dante's words.

Regardless of the reason, Dante was here to make sure he was ok.

The figure moved closer to the bed, and Kilian spoke up again.

"I am fine, let me go back to sleep."

Dante didn't move, and a small feeling of panic rooted in Kilian's stomach.

'Maybe he did hear us?'

He did not want to hurt Dante, but he had the feeling that Dante was mistaken love and like for want and lust.

He also knew it was his own fault for seducing him so many times. It seemed the man had gotten a taste for it.

Still, he was loyal and always there for him.

Kilian knew he would not have survived in this world without Dante, and in a way, he felt he owed Dante in return.

It was a small feeling of guilt as well, for not addressing any boundaries with this man.

Green eyes stared back at him not amber ones, and he felt suddenly exposed there on the bed as if he had been caught in something bad.

"I am ok, Dante, please go rest."

There was no response, and instead, Dante walked over to the bed, where he could fully see Kilian's body sitting naked on the soiled sheets.

Dante's expression was obscured in the dark, or maybe Kilian just did not want to acknowledge, that it was not a good one.

Dante placed his hand on the edge of the bed supporting himself as he leaned down towards Kilian.

Kilian's temper flared up now, he had already told this man he should leave.

He heard the low sound of Dante sniffing at him, and the body moved away again.

"I don't like that smell on you." Dante then turned his back to Kilian and walked out of the room.

Kilian was furious, and could not even think of how to retort back before Dante was already gone.