"This... feels strange..."
"How so?"
The shadow receded from Moulin's body. Silver eyes blink beneath the red, hesitantly trailing Hadrian's movements from the shadow. Those strong hands shifted to hold the sides of his hips. A slight pressure on his flesh as if to test its durability... or to just feel the bouncy suppleness of the youth's milky skin. Hadrian drew back, but his prominent build still loomed over Moulin.
Golden eyes raked all over the Moulin's torso, and he could feel its smoldering gaze piercing through the last piece of clothing covering his body. He shuddered internally and tested the binds keeping his hands unmoving. However, he didn't struggle and waited with much-heated anticipation.
Somehow... It was embarrassing to be looked upon in this state.
Moulin could not unearth the perverse feeling in his heart. Ignoring Hadrian's question, he could only close his eyes, burying half of his face on his arm.
"You refuse to answer?"