Taras nuzzled at Ilarion's neck, half rough and half nice. Lasha rubbed his bulge possessively, with a firm and thorough hand.
" 'Serve me, adore me,' " he breathed, pausing to lick Lasha's skin.
His loins were aching with warm spikes of pleasure and he shifted slightly, drawing one knee between Lasha's legs, pressing their thighs together, feeling the warmth of Ilarion's body through layers of silk and cotton.
" 'Because you want to.' That's what you said."
Taras paused then, pulling back slightly to look down at Lasha. His gaze was heated and his breath quickened, and his pulse thrummed pleasurably in his chest.
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Date: 2009-09-11 08:33 am (UTC)Taras nuzzled at Ilarion's neck, half rough and half nice. Lasha rubbed his bulge possessively, with a firm and thorough hand.
" 'Serve me, adore me,' " he breathed, pausing to lick Lasha's skin.
His loins were aching with warm spikes of pleasure and he shifted slightly, drawing one knee between Lasha's legs, pressing their thighs together, feeling the warmth of Ilarion's body through layers of silk and cotton.
" 'Because you want to.' That's what you said."
Taras paused then, pulling back slightly to look down at Lasha. His gaze was heated and his breath quickened, and his pulse thrummed pleasurably in his chest.
"You like that fancy kind of talk, da?"
He knew Nika did.