Nadir/Erik

It was far beyond what his job was supposed to entail, what he should

have ever been expected to do. He would never have considered it but

when one is faced with their own death, one considers many things.

This all vanished under the movements of talented fingers over

sensitive skin, buried under the moans to which their movements kept

rhythm. He kept his eyes closed but allowed himself to listen to that

voice whisper his name softly. For the sake of his life and the man

forced on him, he would let go.

Strange the things that entertained royalty.