Ashley shivers in his arms, melting into Ereuvir's grip and enjoying the way he shifts the toy and grinds their bodies together. Ashley suspects that Ereuvir's self-control is also in part because of the game--perhaps they could both resist each other better without the complication of the game to rivet their attention.

Ashley loves being toyed with like this, and he enjoys kiss after kiss, dizzy with desire, before he makes another attempt to walk so that the game can continue. He's not quite ready to beg, after all.

He's drawn to the window, gazing out from there across the land of the dead, and for a moment he forgets the game, studying the landscape like he's looking for something.