Luca thought he couldn't be that inexperienced anymore.
He had kissed, touched, and surrendered. He'd moaned and writhed and felt what it meant to fall apart in someone's arms.
But this?
This was something else entirely.
His body already knew what was coming. It screamed for release, trembling under Xavier's touch, his thighs aching from clenching too tightly around the prince's length. But even with his body this sensitive, even with the second orgasm already creeping up from deep inside, Luca didn't expect what came next.
He felt it.
First, like a pulse, gentle and quiet.
Then like a stream, thick, refreshing, unmistakable.
Spiritual energy.
His head jerked back in surprise.
Xavier's hands were still on him, one stroking slowly between his thighs, the other gripping his chest, but his eyes—his eyes were overflowing with intent.
That's when Luca realized what was happening.
Xavier was releasing his energy.
Letting it wrap around him. Pour into him.
Inviting him in.
