[How warm and comforting he was, how sweet even. At least that is what Adar thinks, his mind drunk on pleasure as he kisses a lazy path on whatever part of his master he could reach as his breath evens out.
That sweet reverie doesn't last long. Before he can even string together a coherent sentence he finds himself now beneath his master, pinned between his determined hips and the silky sheets. The contrast of it would be tantalising if it had happened minutes before, but now it just makes him moan, every nerve in his cock still oversensitive to even the smallest touch.]
My lord... [Is it a plea to stop or a plea to find his pleasure with Adar's body? Neither his tone nor his mind seem sure about which one holds more weight. But he is sure he cannot look away, does not even want too.]
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That sweet reverie doesn't last long. Before he can even string together a coherent sentence he finds himself now beneath his master, pinned between his determined hips and the silky sheets. The contrast of it would be tantalising if it had happened minutes before, but now it just makes him moan, every nerve in his cock still oversensitive to even the smallest touch.]
My lord... [Is it a plea to stop or a plea to find his pleasure with Adar's body? Neither his tone nor his mind seem sure about which one holds more weight. But he is sure he cannot look away, does not even want too.]