[His motions were limited with the weight of his Captain's limbs pinning him to the bed, and that only made the heat between them stronger. There was something so dangerously alluring of the strength within the blond and how beyond these rooms, they were only used to protect himself and the royal family. Here though, he was able to feel the pressure of it on his body, writhe under the strength of those arms and body and know for certain that it was all his to do as he pleased with.

He had also learned a long time ago that screaming was not an option. He must be quiet or muffle himself into his pillows because their secret was far more worthwhile keeping than the need to yell to the world that he was getting plowed to within an inch of his sanity. And no, he wouldn't flog his Captain. The only lines on that back would be because of his nails running down it.]

Ah, my Captain, while your fingers are a great birthday present, they are nothing compared to the monster of flesh you're about to fill me with. [It was all teasing, tossed out in a sing-song voice of a minstrel. He squeezed his wall on those invading fingers all the same, arching under the pleasure the stemmed from them thrusting inside of him.] You are always so good to me. This is what I live for.