Thread: Silly Master - Whips Aren't For Kids | Cho and Prince

A small sigh had passed his lips when he'd felt Amethyst slowly relax against him and the butterflies worsened in his stomach at the feel of her soft skin against his. Her sweet scent overwhelmed his senses, relaxing him almost to the state of wanting to fall asleep beside her, despite the fact that, unlike her, he wasn't tired in the least. His grip on her had tightened somewhat as she rested on him, fingers delicately tracing over her hip in a part-absent minded manner. Yes, he was semi-aware of what he'd done, but the continuation of it had been purely mindless, and it wasn't until she'd straightened up again did he realise that perhaps his ministrations, however innocent it may have been, was unwanted. Layfen bit his bottom lip and felt a blush rush to his cheeks, staining the pale skin a deep pink. His arm snaked away from her waist. What's the matter? Are you alright? He could've kicked himself, he really could. If it hadn't been his over-friendliness, then he was certain it had been his questions. It was as if he'd forgotten all the little etiquettes of being a gentleman that he had been taught all those years ago. Stupid man. Sometimes tongues were best kept behind tightly-shut teeth. -- The moment Relic had entered, Auren's expression had darkened considerably and his hands fell down to his sides. Great, not the person he wanted. About to yell for him to leave immediately and find Amethyst, he thought better of it at the bow he was given and swallowed down his reprimand. His fingers curled irritably into the bed beneath him. So long as Relic kept to himself and continued with the obedient act, then everything was going to be fine. He constantly kept his eyes on the blond as he went to the closet and began fishing out clothes for the master to wear, nodding when he approved of the items that were taken out and left on the bed for him. About to stand up for his dressing, he barely got the chance to lift himself so much as an inch before he was stripped of his shirt and his trousers were tugged down. Auren rolled his eyes, but remained quiet, not wanting to spitefully point out to Relic to be a little more careful when handling his clothing. They were incredibly expensive, after all. But to snap might've provoked the other to retort with some cheeky reply and he wasn't in the mood to deal with that. He'd made up his mind to get on with the task as silently as possible. That plan had gone straight out of the window the moment he noticed the look in Relic's eyes. Auren's lips parted, about ready to tell the blond off, but all that left him was a soft gasp as he felt fingers run down his inner thighs. Badly suppressing a shiver, he immediately shut his mouth his fingertips digging harder still into the sheets and his toes curling as a wave of pleasure washed over him. He knew this would happen - that he'd be far too weak to fight away Relic. Damn mornings. The man took a deep breath to steady himself and willed himself to press a hand to the other's shoulder to push him away. But that was as far as he got. Whatever tiny defence he had, crumbling though it was, broke down completely as he felt Relic's mouth take his member the hot, wet sensation arousing his newly-woken body. His hips softly jerked forward, legs parting wider instinctively, and the hand to Relic's shoulder gripped the young man. It was sending out the wrong signals as always Auren was clearly betraying how he truly felt, how much he really wanted the blond. Unfortunately, it was sometimes easier to just go with the flow and not put up some losing battle against what his body craved for. Relic, s-stop... He moaned quietly, eyes slipping shut.