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Beating rhythm into his thighs with cupped hands, young women danced around him, undulating and swaying their hips. One voice surfaced among them and soon became a chorus. Sef too joined, singing a second after they stopped.

Biting his lip, the boy kept the rhythm with ease and looked up. Among the women dancing, one caught his eye. The dark-haired beauty flickered her gaze and cast him a playful smile. Sef smirked, watching her body winking between the others as he transitioned the rhythm from his left thigh to the snap of his fingers. 

He watched leaning against the fore-wall. Arms folded over his chest, watching with a neutral expression. He tapped his foot absentmindedly with the rhythm. His eyes flickered over the woman uninterestedly. Instead watching Sef’s expression. Watching the woman who kept his interests with the corner of his vision. Wondering why she was so interesting to him.

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yesterdayson:

lions-blade:

Mmn- ah yes Theif…” he closes his eyes as his hair is tugged once more before biting his lip as his groin is stepped on. Making a weak needy keening noise as he presses back against the boot.

Grinning, he pressed down, leaning and cocking his head, ghosting his lips over his neck. Brushing his tongue ever so slightly over his jaw, he moved toward his ear.

So prefect, such a prefect pet..” he trailed his tongue along the rim of his ear, soon disappearing behind his lips. A smile threatened to spill, but he fought.

He shivers and makes a soft noise. Letting one of his hands wander up to his waist, looking up at him, eyes heavy lidded and brows knitted with want. Practically purring at the touch.

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yesterdayson:

lions-blade:

Watches him, humming at the closeness. Shivering as the nails send shocks down his spine. “Then tell me what to do theif…”

“It’s simple, just be the good, willing, loyal pet you are.”

Releasing his hair, he carded his hand once more, taking firm grip. Removing his leg, he pressed the heel of his boot against his crotch, mindful of the weight.

“Even that is simple for you..”

Mmn- ah yes Theif…” he closes his eyes as his hair is tugged once more before biting his lip as his groin is stepped on. Making a weak needy keening noise as he presses back against the boot.

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yesterdayson:

lions-blade:

“Ahh-” he let his head be wrenched back, looking up at him with a soft groan. “What does my theif want?”

Want?”

Sef narrowed his gaze, a smug smile growing. Coming close, he hovered over his face, lips skimming.

“That is for me to know.” He lightly dragged his claws down his neck. “—and for you to find out.” he all but purred.

Watches him, humming at the closeness. Shivering as the nails send shocks down his spine. “Then tell me what to do theif…”

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yesterdayson:

lions-blade:

He purred, glancing at him with heavily lidded eyes. “Nothing my Theif….” He sighed and wriggled in his grip.

“Of course I am your Thief.” He snickered, give his hair a hard yank, craning his neck as he stepped off the chair. Lifting a leg and slammed it, inches away from injuring his thigh. “Only the best Thief around.”

"Ahh-" he let his head be wrenched back, looking up at him with a soft groan. "What does my theif want?"

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yesterdayson:

lions-blade:

He shivers and groans in delight, pulling against the hand in his hair. “Hmn- yes Theif…” Raking his nails down his robed chest.

Scraping his teeth against his lip, he let it brush against the shell of his ear, wetting it. His eyed followed the movement of his hand, a smug grin curling the corner of his lip.

“What is it, pet?” his tongue clicked.

He purred, glancing at him with heavily lidded eyes. “Nothing my Theif….” He sighed and wriggled in his grip.

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yesterdayson:

lions-blade:

He groans, letting his neck be wrenched back. “Then what do I call you? Hmn?” He grins back up at him with a toothy smile.

Gathering himself on the chair, he crouched down next to him, his fingers curling around his hair, yanking it further. “Thief.” He growled close to his ear, lips grazing the skin.

He shivers and groans in delight, pulling against the hand in his hair. “Hmn- yes Theif…” Raking his nails down his robed chest.

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yesterdayson:

lions-blade:

“Oh? I am so sorry master. How ever may I repay his higness?” He sat next to him with a sly grin.

Chuckling, he reached over, grasping a handful of his hair giving it a little tug. “That is not my name pet. Bad pets are punished and I am certain you do not wish to be.”

He groans, letting his neck be wrenched back. “Then what do I call you? Hmn?” He grins back up at him with a toothy smile.

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yesterdayson:

Pet?” Lifting a brow, he gave an abrupt cock of his head, leaning away from his hand. “If anyone is a pet. It is you.”

“I am your master after all.” He side stepped him, plopping down on a chair, slinking across it.

"Oh? I am so sorry master. How ever may I repay his higness?” He sat next to him with a sly grin.

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yesterdayson:

lions-blade:

yesterdayson:

“Not important.” He challenged him, narrowing his eyes though the smile remained. “I have a better name for myself Prince. What to hear?”

“Humm… I dunno I am rather partial to Princess…” He looked at him with a faux seriousness.

Leaning forward the light of the candle glinted off his eyes. “Take a guess.” He whispered, a mischievous smile curling his lip.

"hmn? Lets see…" he cupped his jaw. "Pet?"

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