The feeling of being so close to the edge, completely blissed out from pleasure, was one Kenneth was unfamiliar with.
It was only after meeting Lucien that he experienced what that was like. It was terrifying and exhilarating, like a rush of adrenaline racking through your veins. It was the feeling that once you felt it, you could never go back.
Kenneth had been so close to that edge over and over again, and each time, he was deprived of the sweet, sweet taste of release. It was painful, just god-awful yet addicting in a way that made him chase that sensation again.
He looked down at Lucien, who was kneeling before him. Even in this position, he looked so incredibly smug, like he was above all else. A part of him wanted to wipe that smug look off his face, and another wanted to embrace it. It was an odd and confusing feeling.
"Should I stop?" The Striker asked, amusement dancing on the edge of his gaze.
