Are.. we doing something? Already? [They had just woken up, and Taryon is certain that his hair is a mess. He's gross and hungry and needs time to be alone. He's no introvert, but the past twelve hours were full over being groped and ogled and stretch and filled more times than his sound could take.
He can't do this again.] Please, can't we have time to rest?
[Lord Karnon yanks on the silk ribbons hard enough to send Taryon checking as his head falls forth in a submissive gesture.
"Still got a mouth on you, boy? I think you can be the brat my guests tame in the bedroom. I would like nothing more than to screw you until you respect me, and so would many other men.
"In fact," he also pulls in Dorian's leash. "Why don't you watch while I teach your human friend how to please a man in bed? Then you can show me how you'll treat our honored visitors after him."]
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He can't do this again.] Please, can't we have time to rest?
[Lord Karnon yanks on the silk ribbons hard enough to send Taryon checking as his head falls forth in a submissive gesture.
"Still got a mouth on you, boy? I think you can be the brat my guests tame in the bedroom. I would like nothing more than to screw you until you respect me, and so would many other men.
"In fact," he also pulls in Dorian's leash. "Why don't you watch while I teach your human friend how to please a man in bed? Then you can show me how you'll treat our honored visitors after him."]