It's alright, they can come back to it. They have all the time in the world.
Ereuvir takes all of Ashley's weight easily, clear in the way he breathes, the way his hands slide against the silk of the robe, that he's very pleased by the way Ashley's unravelling in his arms. He peels him out of the robe right there in front of the window and it pools to the floor as easily as it seemed like it was going to, before, and one hand catches on his cock, strokes him maddeningly slow for a few strokes. If that's enough to have him painting the glass, so be it, it doesn't slow Ereuvir's plans down at all.
Ashely's face down on the desk a moment later, slammed there not with any intent to hurt, but not particularly carefully either, and if he tries to find his feet at all, even to pose, Ereuvir lightly kicks his stance wider, makes him work for it. The message is clear: he wants him desperate and writhing, this clearly just an extension of how he'd taken his weight against the glass.
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Ereuvir takes all of Ashley's weight easily, clear in the way he breathes, the way his hands slide against the silk of the robe, that he's very pleased by the way Ashley's unravelling in his arms. He peels him out of the robe right there in front of the window and it pools to the floor as easily as it seemed like it was going to, before, and one hand catches on his cock, strokes him maddeningly slow for a few strokes. If that's enough to have him painting the glass, so be it, it doesn't slow Ereuvir's plans down at all.
Ashely's face down on the desk a moment later, slammed there not with any intent to hurt, but not particularly carefully either, and if he tries to find his feet at all, even to pose, Ereuvir lightly kicks his stance wider, makes him work for it. The message is clear: he wants him desperate and writhing, this clearly just an extension of how he'd taken his weight against the glass.