Lowell stretched lazily and gasped as his body protested the movement. His legs were leaden, his back ached and his hips were numb. That all said, he was smiling to himself and his eyes were wide open to look at the dastardly handsome man who still laid in his bed.

Light had not yet brightened the windows with the dawn of the day and yet he could not go back to sleep. He wanted to burrow deep within the arms that held him and never leave again. He breathed in the aroma of musky male and savoured the lingering scent of lovemaking in the air.

"Go back to sleep Low." The deep voice rumbled against his head where it lay upon the muscular chest.

"I can't. I am too happy." He replied with the grin upon his face never leaving. He felt the man beneath him chuckle and then shift upon the sheets to look down at him.

"Is that so, my love? Did you enjoy our time together then?" He asked with slight worry darkening his features.

"Yes. I did. Very much." Low answered honestly. The strong arms tightened upon him and pulled him up for a deep kiss. He felt a hand brush down his side and caress the crevice between his buttocks. His gasp allowed Derry's tongue to sweep inside and mute his cries.

A thick finger pushed inside the swollen entrance and stirred the sensitive flesh. The leftover juices leaked a little to wet the questing digit and Low squirmed from the sensation. He felt Derry's manhood swelling again between them and moaned a little at the thought of what it had done to him already.

"Does your hole miss me already?" He whispered to Low as he felt the muscles tense around his finger and the boy shuddered. Low couldn't answer him, as his head was muddled from the fierce kisses and overwhelming feelings he was experiencing. He just clutched the elder man tightly and pulled him closer with a needy expression.

Lord Darian smiled down at the endearing youth and then rolled them so he was pressing him down into the bedding. Low panted as the elder man kissed down his neck, marking where the skin would not be seen beneath his clothes. It added to the dark bruises that already littered his tanned flesh.

"Derr... ah!" His voice whined with building feeling in his gut. His own manhood stood tall against his stomach despite the aches that made him tremble. "Nh... more..." Derry chuckled down at him.

"What is that? Is that 'no more'... or 'more?' I cannot understand you." He teased the boy ruthlessly and then plucked at the buds of his chest while Low writhed. The poor boy couldn't reply as the rush of sensations washed over him again. The thick finger was stirring his entrance in wide circles and his face was flushing from passion.

"More... please more." He gasped and arched in delirium. His hair tangled and plastered against his glistening forehead and his eyes were wet with unshed tears. Derry had to hold himself back from suddenly pounding into the boy, knowing his fragile state.

"Is this better?" He whispered as he pushed his rod against the wet entrance and it slid home torturously slowly. Low opened his mouth in a silent cry, his arms shaking as he held onto his lover. When it rested deep within his depths, he sighed in relief. He had felt so sore and empty, and now he felt warm and full again. He relaxed and arched his back to grind against Derry, legs splayed wantonly to the sides.

"Yesss..." He hissed with half closed eyes and swollen red lips that seduced the elder man to lean in and kiss him again. This morning was slow and sensuous compared to the exploring and frantic mess of the night. Darian's hips rocked back and forth like waves to stir up Low.

His tongue tangled inside the boy's mouth to echo the movement below. He tasted the lad's gasps and moans like the sweetest candy. He was obsessed. He wanted to see this wanton version of his beloved every night and day onwards. It was intoxicating and he realised just how deeply he felt for this youth.

Low was his life. His very breath and the pounding of his heart were for this heavenly creature. His innocence, his spirit, and even his budding intelligence were exactly what Darian desired. He wanted him so much his chest hurt with it. He wanted to claim the youth down to his very soul.

"Swear Low... Swear you are mine... that you will never leave me." He begged as he pushed against him, burying his face into the splayed blonde curls and inhaling the scent of the boy. Low wrapped his limp arms around the man's shoulders and whispered between his panting breaths.

"Yours... I'm yours... I've always... been yours." His heart was screaming in his chest for how rapidly it pounded with love and passion. His fingers dug into the scarred flesh beneath them as his toes curled and his eyes rolled back with the waves of ecstasy that washed over and through him. He shuddered and spewed his load between them, the clenching of his hole driving Darian to shoot inside.

Derry collapsed on top of him with a sigh. He buried his face into the sweaty flesh of his brother's neck. He shook his head slightly. He couldn't think like that. That sort of thinking would drive them apart. He inhaled deeply and mentally called him his lover. His dearest Low. He kissed the crook of his shoulder gently and Low shivered.

"I love you Low." He whispered in an achingly tender voice. Lowell shivered again and smiled, pressing his face into Derry's hair.

"I love you too Derry." His answer was a sigh in the quiet of the morning. They lay together for a long moment, catching their hearts back to normal speeds and feeling each other pressed so close they could hear the blood pumping inside.

"I must leave soon." The four words shattered the peace with its harsh reality. Low felt tears prick his eyes and held the man closer, unwilling to let him go.

"I don't want you to." His words were thick with sorrow and regret. Not for having done what they did, but for being in this damned house which would tear them apart in the early hours of the day.

"You know I must. The servants will be up. I have to return to my room." He whispered, clutching him tightly to his chest. Low groaned and nuzzled into him.

"Let them find us." He murmured. Derry chuckled and rubbed his back.

"Not yet, Low. Soon, I promise you, but not just yet." Low's head raised enough to look at him, and smiled at the wicked grin on his face. He gulped.

"Alright. Soon."

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