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Come back to your room. [Urges the brandy-laced instigator underneath his bodyguard's sheets, still stiff and with no mind to finish before the handle turns. Before he sets his eyes on a pair of startling green ones set sharp beneath stern shadows. A handsome face that'll look all the more enticing nestled deep between his thighs, flush to the hilt and stretched wide— barely capable of breathing— yet more than capable of swallowing down more. Such a show-off when he's of a mind to be, and it's when they're both together that that inclination holds most true: addicted to the taste of one another, to the feeling of submersion that goes well beyond submissiveness or mere control.

He's going to miss dinner.


He's going to stay here till morning.]