[It's pointless when Dorian is already half-naked and being prepared, but Taryon avoids staring at him out of some useless sense of protecting his dignity. The man before him is hideous, his face bloated from years of drinking wine, but better this than accidentally find some enjoyment.
Alas, as Dorian's mouth shifts over his cock, Tary's breath hitches and his cock twitches. Unwanted or not, it's enjoying the tight, wet grip Dorian has on it.
Wellington grins. "You're a polite boy, aren't you?" Wellington stands to drag a chair and place it directly over Dorian so that its four legs act as a prison.
"Hold on, I need him screwed into place," Lord Karnon interrupts before Wellington can undo his trousers and reaches into his coat to pull out three vials of oil.
"So you can go as fast as you want. I don't want you damaging my goods just after I bought them," he explains. Taryon hears the rustle of fabric behind him, followed by a please hum. Lord Karnon must be already preparing himself, Tary realizes with a sinking heart.]
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Alas, as Dorian's mouth shifts over his cock, Tary's breath hitches and his cock twitches. Unwanted or not, it's enjoying the tight, wet grip Dorian has on it.
Wellington grins. "You're a polite boy, aren't you?" Wellington stands to drag a chair and place it directly over Dorian so that its four legs act as a prison.
"Hold on, I need him screwed into place," Lord Karnon interrupts before Wellington can undo his trousers and reaches into his coat to pull out three vials of oil.
"So you can go as fast as you want. I don't want you damaging my goods just after I bought them," he explains. Taryon hears the rustle of fabric behind him, followed by a please hum. Lord Karnon must be already preparing himself, Tary realizes with a sinking heart.]