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“Stay still.”

His body squirms and twitches under me. The sound of the metal handcuffs ring in my ears.
His little whimpering feels like a hymn from the heavens.

“I'm sorry, your royal highness… I'll try to conceal my pleasure going forward.”

I’d laugh, but I think I'm just so overwhelmed with lust for him that I can't focus on anything more than the perfect skin I'm touching.

Such stern, defiant eyes I can't seem to look away from.
“Your barbaric thrusting… it's a bit hard not to make some kind of noise.” His voice is stern.

I kiss his soft lips, much different from his eyes.
“I missed you.”
“I'll go slower. Is that okay for you?.”

He scowls.

“Someone’s tired.”

“Tired of your shi–”

His insides clench around my cock. It's nice and warm… and wet… and w…

An exhale escapes his lips. I see his Adams apple bob. I bite it.

“Ah!- Fuck!” He whines

I bite his skin.

“Hey!-” He bonks my head, I open my mouth, letting go of his Adams apple.

He's breathing harshly.
“Fuck!”

“You’re soaking wet for me.”
“Fucking degenerate.”

He kisses me deeply, holding onto my neck and riding my cock like his life depends on it.

“You just can't wait, can you?.”
“You love my cock this much?”

“I'm a slut, aren't I?.” He slams his ass down.

His slam takes the breath of my mouth.

“Let's fuck in the shower.”

“Why?”

“Lizabeth will be home soon. I'm not sure she'll take too kindly me fucking my servant in our bed.”

He tuts, “Servant?!.”

He wraps his arms properly around my neck. I grip his ass and walk to my ensuite.

He kisses me as I open the door.

I slam the door shut and I fuck him. He tightens around my neck.

He's leaned back slightly so that gives me a little extra space to fuck him empty.

His moaning is shallow and strained.

I hear inaudible chatter outside and a door slamming.

“Vince!-”

“She won't come in”

“Vince!.”

“She won't come in.” I reiterate sternly.

The door swings open.

I shush him.

“Oh!” She groans.

Her primary lady-in-waiting, Lilith, is standing behind her.

I laugh slightly, “Your lady-in-waiting, Lizabeth?”

“Oh, shut your trap!”
She slams the door closed. We have it all to ourselves again.

“Why are you so bothered, Terence?.”

“I'm sorry I don't want people seeing me in this fucking position!.”

“You look breathtaking in this position.”

“Stop it…”

I kiss him. I sit him down on the sink and pound him.

He leans back, hands still glued to the nape of my neck. I grip the edges of my sink and fuck the daylights out of him.

He can't suppress his desperation forever.

His breathing becomes shallow, he's moving his hips more.

“No.” I press my thumb on the tip of his cock.

He groans, “Vince! For fucks sake!.” He whines.

I kiss his saliva dripping lips, tasting his desperate lusting for my cock.

He grunts

I kiss him until every second our lips part our desperation spills out.

“Let me cum.” He's not asking.

“Perhaps with a pretty please?.”

“Fuck!”
“Vince!- for…”
He inhales, “Please.”

“Hm?”
“Please what?”

I see his eyebrows furrow, he sighs.

“Spell it out for me, sugar.”
“I can't give you what you want unl–”

“Please let me cum.” His voice leaking with insatiable hunger that only my cock can satisfy.

“How bad do you want it?”

“Vince. For fucks sake… just!--”

“Ah ah.”
“Tell me.”

“I want it so… bh… -” He exhales, “Bad. Please!- I feel it–”

“You feel it?”

He nods quickly.

“Yeah?”

“Please…” He whines and begs.

His personality changes drastically when he's about to orgasm. He's much more adorable.

I stop fucking him.

But that sour personality can come back like a light switch.
“I'll kill you.”

I kiss him, “Let's go find Finn.”

He huffs, he zips up his trousers and so do I. He follows me out of the bathroom.

My wife and her supposed affair aren't here.

We do find Finn outside. I don't have to stop Terence to admire the view in front of me. He's admiring it with me.

He's sunbathing.

On his stomach. In nothing but his underwear…

Two very conflicting ways this could go.
1 I go over there and this view will never happen again.
2 I stew in this horny mess until I'm moulded into place.

Or- 3 I take a picture for later…

Click.
Click…
Click…
Just for good measure.

I take off my slippers and quietly creep up behind him.

His eyes are closed, and I can hear his controlled, shallow breathing.

I'm going to explode.

His personality doesn't match his looks. His sweet face and his mildly toned body conflicts with his hard, controlled expressions. That's all he has, and he's perfected it perfectly.

And I love his hard exterior, it's a thrill.
But when he's relaxed and off guard… that's when I want to pounce on him most.

His big, soft lips, his long eyelashes, his perfect skin… the only thing masculine about him is his sharp jaw, his flat chest and his cock.

His lovely… lovely c…

He opens his eyes, probably-... Clearly sensing I'm behind him.

He peers over his shoulder. His cold, dead eyes meet mine for just a fleeting moment before they turn soft.

They send shivers crawling down my spine. That's the thrill I'm talking about. The momentary dead stare as if I'm some sort of street rat.

That..

And then as he notices it's the reason he breathes, his eyes turn softer, more familiar.

Knowing I'm the reason his eyes turn into a softer expression also makes me deliriously horny.

I hear him huff and he closes his eyes for a moment whilst he kneels, relaxing on his shins.

Perfect straight back, hands on his thighs gently.
All he's missing is a collar…

“Sunbathing?”

He exhales and falls back onto his back harshly.

The sun is gleaming over his front now.

I crouch down beside him, “I love you in the sun.” I gently touch his hair.
He opens his eyes and quickly squints at the sun.

“The way the sun makes your hair shine.”
“It's nice.”
“Your body shines too.”

I see the cogs turning in his head, he tenses his eyebrows for a moment.

“But I must admit, I prefer you on your stomach.”

He sighs and sits up.

He looks at me.

I give him a little peck on the lips, “Do you wanna go in the pool?”

He shakes his head.

I nod.

He shakes.

I nod

I stand up, he quickly stands up too. He's side eyeing me like an anxious dog.

He tries to make a run for it, but I block him by holding out my arm in front of his stomach. Finn isn't light by any means but he's light enough for me to comfortably carry him.

He thrashing around on my shoulder.

“It's soooo hot, Finn!”
“You're sweating…”
“You could just say no, there's no need to tire yourself out.”

That last one gets me a death punch into the back.

“You need to cool off, you're too hot.” I pat his ass gently.

I stop at the pool and throw him.

Once he comes up to the surface, I see him mouth the word, ‘bitch’ whilst looking straight at me.

Finn would be so fucking powerful if he had a voice.

Sun-kissed Finn is sexy, but wet, sun-kissed Finn is dry orgasmic.

I smile sweetly and get ready to strip

“What's this?”

My wife.
And her newest toy it seems. “Ah, Lilith, was it?”

She smiles and curtseys.

"Don't take your clothes off!...

“You wanna hide this body? I'm actually quite hurt, Lizabeth…”

“You're not getting in my pool naked!”

“Why?”
“It's my pool too.”

She walks- more like stomps to me.

“Where's Terence?”

“In the kitchen.” She says it in a tone I don't particularly like.

“Jealous?”

“Oh! Of what, my prince charming?... My supposed husband is sleeping around with men?.”
“Nooo!”

“So you and your newest toy weren't about to have sex in the bathroom, then?”

Her lips stay sealed.
“She is not my toy.”

“No?”

I turn to Finn.
“Finn,”

I get an inflated pool ball thrown at my head.
“Finn…”

"Not like you haven't seen me naked before--"

Inflated ball.

“Finn!.”