Nero drew in a slow, heavy breath as the smooth warmth of the Foriegn Marshal settled across his back, long fingers wrapping around his length for one significant squeeze. The sensation of his tongue was smooth and light, and the sudden-gradual breach of the man's finger into him drew a low groan from his lips. The teeth on his neck were a distraction, and he felt himself smile, wide and insincere.

"Only those she sees promise in," Nero responded blithely and allowed his eyes to slip closed. His head lolled back against the continued pressure of Ephram's teeth, his hips arching back in tandem. His fingers tightened against the wood, fruitless as they had no hold, and he took a second long, heavy breath.