The ride to Lucien's penthouse was fast, dark, and charged with silence. Chase sat beside him in the backseat of the sleek black car, Iegs crossed, fingers teasing the hem of his satin shorts. He didn't speak, didn't look at Lucien. But he could feel the man's eyes on him like heat pressing against bare skin.
When they arrived, Lucien didn't wait. He took Chase's hand and led him through the private elevator. The glass walls revealed the city below, glittering like stars trapped in asphalt. But Chase wasn't looking outside- he was watching Lucien's reflection in the glass. Tall. Sharp-jawed, eyes that burned with desire so potent it made Chase's thighs squeeze together.
The doors opened directly into the penthouse- black marble floors, floor-to ceiling windows, gold accents modern art. It screamed wealth. Power. Control.
Lucien didn't even turn the lights on. The city lit everything.
Chase stepped inside like a cat, graceful and curious. "So this is where you keep your trophies?"
"I don't keep trophies," Lucien said as he closed the door behind them. "I keep what's mine."
Chase smirked. "You think I'm yours already?"
Lucien walked toward him, slow and deliberate. "No. Not yet. But you will be."
Chase's breath caught as Lucien stopped right in front of him. The heat between their bodies was thick. Lucien reached out, hand brushing the curve of Chase's waist. The satin was so thin, it was like touching bare skin.
"You wore this for me?" he asked, voice low.
"I wear this for me," Chase replied, but his voice was trembling now.
Lucien smirked, eyes narrowing. "You like to be looked at."'
"I like to be wanted."
"Then you're in the right place."
He grabbed Chase by the hips and lifted him effortlessly, pressing him against the cool wall. Chase gasped, legs instinctively wrapping around Lucien's waist. The man's body was solid- strong enough to pin him with ease. One hand gripped under his thigh, the other tangled in his soft hair.
"Tell me to stop," Lucien murmured.
Chase didn't.
So Lucien kissed him.
Hard.
Dominating.
Chase melted instantly, fingers clutching the back of Lucien's shirt, body writhing in the man's grip. The kiss was wet and deep tongues tangling, teeth clashing. Chase moaned against his mouth, grinding down against the thick, growing heat pressed between them.
Lucien growled. He carried Chase across the room without breaking the kiss, laying him down on the velvet chaise beside the window. The city skyline glowed behind them.
He pulled back to admire the sight.
Chase lay sprawled, panting, lips glossy and red from kissing, legs parted just enough to be suggestive. The satin shorts were practically painted on.
Lucien unbuttoned his shirt slowly, eyes never leaving the boy beneath him. Chase watched with parted lips, breathing harder with every inch of skin revealed- sculpted chest, hard abs, broad shoulders. His cock twitched in his shorts.
Lucien reached for the waistband and tugged them down.
Chase let out a shaky breath as cool air hit his bare thighs. His cock sprang free half-hard, resting against his flat stomach. The bikini top stayed on, barely.
Lucien groaned at the sight.
"Fuck, you're perfect."
Chase smiled, cheeky. "You like boys with tits and a cock?"
"I like you."
Lucien dropped to his knees, spreading Chase's thighs apart. He leaned in and kissed the inside of one, then the other tongue dragging over soft skin until Chase was trembling.
"No one's ever looked at me like this," Chase whispered.
Lucien met his eyes. "That's because no one deserved you before now."
Then he sucked.
Hot, slow, deep.
Chase cried out, hips jerking, fingers tangling in Lucien's dark hair as the billionaire devoured him like he was starving. His mouth was expert- hungry yet, possessive. Lucien sucked him deep throat flexing, tongue swirling. Chase was already shaking, moaning, eyes fluttering shut.
He didn't last long.
Lucien pulled off just before he came grinning as Chase whimpered in frustration.
"Not yet, baby," he whispered. "You're not done."
Lucien stripped off the rest of his clothes in seconds. His cock was thick, veined, dripping with pre-cum. Chase's mouth fell open at the sight of it.
"You're.... huge."
Lucien climbed over him, hands gripping Chase's hips. "You'll take it."
Chase bit his lip. "You always this bossy?"
Lucien bent down, pressing the tip against Chase's entrance, teasing. "Always."
He pushed in- slowly, carefully at first- giving Chase time to stretch, to adjust. Chase gasped, back arching off the chaise, head thrown back.
"Oh fuck- fuck-"
Lucien groaned as the tiqht heat swallowed him. "That's it, baby. You fee that? That's me. Deep in you."
He began to move- deep, hard strokes that rocked the entire chaise, skin slapping against skin, grunts echoing through the penthouse. Chase moaned with every thrust, gripping Lucien's arms, legs wrapped tight around his waist.
"You feel so good," Chase cried. "So big- too big-"
"You're taking me so well," Lucien growled, "So fucking pretty like this. This is what you wanted, right? Someone to see you. To fuck you like you deserve?"
Chase nodded frantically, tears at the corners of his eves. "Yes- yes- don't stop."
Lucien kissed him again, rough and desperate, hips slamming faster. His hand reached down to stroke Chase's cock in time with each thrust.
It was messy.
Hot.
Lust-slick and breathless.
Chase came with a scream, his body spasming under Lucien's, cum splashing between them. Lucien kept fucking him through it, chasing his own release. Then with a deep groan, he buried himself fully- deep, pulsing inside Chase, cock twitching as he came hard.
They stayed like that, panting against each other, skin sweaty and sticky.
Lucien didn't pull out.
He just stroked Chase's hair and whispered l against his temple. "Mine."