Prompt/ Dirty talking
Augustine rarely questioned Lysadre he honestly trusted his friend, especially in the bedroom. Lysandre was the king of that realm, not that Augustine was uneducated in the school of love making he had quiet a history there, but Lysandre was just so. . . Dominate when they were having sex. So one can imagine Augustine's surprise when Lysandre came home wearing a black leather collar with gold brushed hardware. Augustine, who had been lazing about his personal flat doing conspicuous amounts of nothing, fell off the sofa he had been lounging upon his face bright red.
Lysandre smiled and helped his friend up. "Too much?" The two were now sitting on the sinfully comfortable sofa. "No, no just a shock. . . Why did you. . ." Augustine's hands found their way to Lysandre's neck and began exploring the leather finding the velvet that hid underneath, it was warm and had a wonderful contrast with Lysandre's silky skin. "I wanted to try something different." Lysandre pushed Augustine into the sofa, his icy blue eyes beginning to fill with a lusty haze, Augustine felt his face heat up, his pants tighten, oh this is going to be fun.
Lysandre smiled and pushed Augustine's legs open sliding his knee into that opening enjoying the hard flesh he found, this made the professor moan. But that wasn't enough, no Lysadre wanted more than a weak little moan, no he wanted to see his professor melt into a quivering mess of a man begging for release. "I wanted to explore a reoccurring fantasy of mine, and if I remember correctly you promised to indulge my fantasies." By this point Lysandre was rubbing his rugged cheek against Augustine's tender neck and cheeks, his beard was wonderfully rough against the pale flesh it was raking against and Augustine was becoming more vocal groaning and whimpering like an Delkitty in heat. "W-what fantasy. . .would that be?"
"I want you to be my prey, I want to dominate you, I want you to be powerless, under my power, at my will. I want to tie you to the bed and love you into a senseless state, I want you to barely functioning state only able to writhe under my body. And I have a whole week to get you there-" Augustine didn't get past that part, no he past out in the middle of Lysandre's threats of violent love making, and Lysandre was left with three things. A useless professor, a needy erection and the knowledge to never surprise Augustine like that again.