His pants pooled at his feet, sliding over his tall boots and Nero arched forward, Ephram's cool hand wrapped around his length. He regained himself quickly, irritation flashing across his features at his own loss of control, his hands grasped and tightened on Ephram's hips as he leaned forward into the kiss. His patience was tried by this man, and he was quite done complying in so blatantly casual a manner.
"Her Royal Highness accepts nothing less," His voice falls heavy and commanding across their lips, barely a breath between them. His fingers, suddenly less forgiving, grip tightly at the Foriegn Marshal's hips bones, his hot touch half smothered by Ephram's pants.
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Date: 2009-09-20 06:50 am (UTC)"Her Royal Highness accepts nothing less," His voice falls heavy and commanding across their lips, barely a breath between them. His fingers, suddenly less forgiving, grip tightly at the Foriegn Marshal's hips bones, his hot touch half smothered by Ephram's pants.