Julian pursed his lips but then hissed.
He didn't know if it was his imagination, but his lips felt incredibly soft this morning and a bit… swollen? It couldn't be, right?
Was it just a side effect of the potion?
He touched his lower, a strange sensation filling him, and he immediately let go, squeezing his hand into a fist as he made himself believe nothing had happened.
Oblivion is bliss, he thought.
He had been no different from a dead man as he slept, so he had no idea what the Duke had done to him in the middle of the night.
He had no idea the Duke had crossed over the bed, climbing over Lucius and hovering above Julian, staring at his peaceful face as he slept. He brushed Julian's face, caressing softly and gently, like he was scared Julian might wake to the gentle hot stroke of his thumb.
Then, his eyes fell on his lips.
Those lips that he could not get enough of.
He brushed them more blazingly than he did a while back, having nothing to hold him back this time.
