Nero half watched him, his head craned over his left shoulder, and a low sigh escaped his lips as the white-haired man pulled away. He rolled his shoulders and stretched his back, sliding himself back against Ephram's skin, warm and smooth. The erection pressed against his buttocks nudged the edge of his hip as he languidly settled.

"You make me repeat myself, sir," Nero objected in a slow, amused drawl. His fingers splayed flat against the wood and he let his head loll forward, across, and back. His gaze was heavy and his smirk positively lurid as he refocused his attention on the Foriegn Marshal. "Her Royal Highness accepts nothing less."

His torso twisted, just slightly, to grant him a better view of the man at his back--definitely not as delicate as he'd expected. The cut of his shoulders and the span of his chest was impressive. For a Federated man. Nero's own arousal throbbed at the sight of him and his smirk widened.