The slide of Ephram's fingers was heated and tight, and Nero swallowed hard as the man's hand drifted away from his neck to recapture his length. His head bowed forward, dropping his back away from his shoulderblades in a sharp, heavy sag as he adjusted to the fill and fit of the Foriegn Marshall. The laugh that escaped him then, shaking his shoulders where they held him up, was less a laugh and more a plosive breath, hot and pushed through parted teeth.
"I have no doubt you will be thorough," Nero breathed as his spine rolled back, pulling him up to his casual stance, "You show promise."
Nero pressed himself back against the white-haired man. He was tolerant of that which amused him, but not a man well known for his patience. He gritted his teeth, flexing the muscles of his neck in the process, and squeezed himself around the base of Ephram's erection. The flesh slid lightly as he tensed the muscles and he relished the sensation with a wry grin.
"Now, sir, you make me repeat myself yet again," Nero paused for a breath, "I believe we agreed the time for metaphor to be passed us, did we not?"
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Date: 2009-09-21 05:24 am (UTC)"I have no doubt you will be thorough," Nero breathed as his spine rolled back, pulling him up to his casual stance, "You show promise."
Nero pressed himself back against the white-haired man. He was tolerant of that which amused him, but not a man well known for his patience. He gritted his teeth, flexing the muscles of his neck in the process, and squeezed himself around the base of Ephram's erection. The flesh slid lightly as he tensed the muscles and he relished the sensation with a wry grin.
"Now, sir, you make me repeat myself yet again," Nero paused for a breath, "I believe we agreed the time for metaphor to be passed us, did we not?"