Ashley's reward for thinking of this game is a low, almost sinister chuckle and another bruise on his neck, left slowly and methodically. Afterwards, Ereuvir pulls away, but it's just to reach into a drawer on the bedside table. There's some kind of lubrication first, in a suitably ornate little container for it's surroundings, something viscous and a little bit warm somehow, with a deep, rich kind of smell to it that never quite settles on one thing but is sensuous all on it's own.
The plug is next. Here, in the heart of his domain, there's almost nothing he can't do, if pressed to do it. Creating something precisely suitable to Ashely's dimensions is practically as easy as drawing a breath. He's never liked the flashiness of creation out of thin air, so the thing he's looking for is just somehow in the drawer already. There is a moment, just a moment, where Ereuvir considers making it some hideous shade of pink or glow-in-the-dark green just for the reaction, but ultimately what he pulls out is made of black glass, the color so deep that it cannot be seen through, save for the fact that when the light catches it, it almost seems to glow from within.
Or perhaps that's not a trick of the light after all.
He places it on the nightstand, in clear view, but otherwise doesn't comment on it, moving back to the center of the bed and rolling Ashley easily up on his knees on top of him. Ashley's slender enough that, if he cooperates by moving up just a little, it's an easy matter to reach around his hip and sink the first finger into him. The prep will be relatively shallow and, for someone who didn't seem to know what they were doing, Ereuvir might be more thorough, but there is something to be said for waiting so the first thing that Ashely will feel in deep will be his cock.
"A tour around the house, or around the kingdom?" he asks, and it's both a genuine question, a bit of a humorous tease, and also another surprising bit of proof that Ereuvir isn't just talk, if he's willing to do something like that.
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Date: 2018-09-27 11:30 am (UTC)From:The plug is next. Here, in the heart of his domain, there's almost nothing he can't do, if pressed to do it. Creating something precisely suitable to Ashely's dimensions is practically as easy as drawing a breath. He's never liked the flashiness of creation out of thin air, so the thing he's looking for is just somehow in the drawer already. There is a moment, just a moment, where Ereuvir considers making it some hideous shade of pink or glow-in-the-dark green just for the reaction, but ultimately what he pulls out is made of black glass, the color so deep that it cannot be seen through, save for the fact that when the light catches it, it almost seems to glow from within.
Or perhaps that's not a trick of the light after all.
He places it on the nightstand, in clear view, but otherwise doesn't comment on it, moving back to the center of the bed and rolling Ashley easily up on his knees on top of him. Ashley's slender enough that, if he cooperates by moving up just a little, it's an easy matter to reach around his hip and sink the first finger into him. The prep will be relatively shallow and, for someone who didn't seem to know what they were doing, Ereuvir might be more thorough, but there is something to be said for waiting so the first thing that Ashely will feel in deep will be his cock.
"A tour around the house, or around the kingdom?" he asks, and it's both a genuine question, a bit of a humorous tease, and also another surprising bit of proof that Ereuvir isn't just talk, if he's willing to do something like that.