Pathos
Lewd.
That's what he'd call the picture that spread lovely before his eyes, if he had to. But as soon as any random thought entered his mind, it left and when it left him, it left him even more breathless. He came home from a day of mindless talking, boring council meetings, frustrated and wanting nothing more than a nice bath and his bed. Maybe a little chat with his sweet servant Gil while he bathed and after that he would demand a massage, before finally hitting the pillows and sleep.
However, he didn't know what was about to come to him, when he made up his evening-plans. He did not expect to see his afore mentioned servant sprawled out on his bed, making dirty noises and touching himself with abandon, Oz was immediately devoted to the sight of Gil and silently took the chair next to him, sat down and continued to stare at Gil.
The younger one played his body like a violinist played his violin, his fingers pulling the exact right strings to make the perfect tunes. Small moans and gasps escaped here and there and Oz memorized every second of it.
When Gil's hand started to drift farther south again beyond his belly, only stopping at his hipbones shortly, Oz swallowed nervously. He loosened his tie, unbuttoned the first buttons of his dress shirt, feeling hot. Blindly the blond touched around for his bottle of whiskey, wishing to cool down a bit. He tried to stop blinking, because he feared to miss one of Gil's movements.
His raven hair clung a little to his forehead, his eyes looked like molten gold, while his pink lips glistened with the saliva his tongue spread over his bottom lip now and then. It made Oz go crazy. He wanted to reach for Gil, touch him and fuck him senseless.
"Master... Why don't you come over and play a little?"
In an instant Oz dropped his glass of whiskey and pounced on Gil.
"Gods, Gil!"
"Young Master!"
"I told you to call me Oz, Gil"
"Young Master!"
Somehow that voice sounded not so lewd, it sounded rather worried. What had happened?
"Wake up, Young Master! You have to get ready for the brunch with Lady Rainsworth!"
Suddenly Oz opened his eyes. He was sweaty and painfully aroused, but there was no naked Gil, only a clothed one, with a worried look on his adorable face. It was a dream, again.
Frustrated, Oz got out of bed; not caring of Gil saw the huge tent in his pants and marched to the bath.
"I'll be ready in ten minutes."
A rather short one, I know. But I had to. One of my lovely Reviewers inspired me to do that and I want to thank them. Thank you, li ross, I don't know if you'll read it sometime, but when you do, I hope you enjoyed it. Well, I hope you all enjoyed it!
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