The human seems more prepared this time and that is pleasing and disappointing in equal measure. At times he can feel the desire to strike the man, his fingers itching to make the connection in a way that will send Gortash reeling. But mostly he allows himself to settle as much as he's able to into the careful and pleasurable ministrations of his toy.
The only sign of time having passed is when a guard eventually returns with the oil, and if it seems as though Gortash intends to pull away, the Dark Urge grips at his hair to hold him steady. There is no such thing as privacy here, and though Gortash likely won't be able to see from his position, there's a look of deep envy from the guard. She doesn't look without invitation, and this time she doesn't get one at all, the bhaalspawn's attention on the man between his legs.
"Very good," he says by way of surprising praise, his voice slightly more gravelled than it has been previously. A sure sign that Gortash has managed to get him close to an orgasm without actually pushing him over the edge.
The guard says 'thank you' and his stare flicks up to her instantly. The smile that tugs at his lips is dangerous.
"Not you."
This time, Gortash doesn't get barrelled over by either the snap of violent hips or the flood of bhaalspawn seed. Instead it is the knowledge that they are being watched, and that the Dark Urge very specifically hasn't dismissed the guard yet.
"Tell me where you want my seed, plaything."
He's addressing Gortash again, tugging his hair hard enough to pull him off his cock. Immediately his hand wraps around his hard, sloppily wet shaft and he strokes himself as though he might just come on the human's face instead of down his throat.
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The only sign of time having passed is when a guard eventually returns with the oil, and if it seems as though Gortash intends to pull away, the Dark Urge grips at his hair to hold him steady. There is no such thing as privacy here, and though Gortash likely won't be able to see from his position, there's a look of deep envy from the guard. She doesn't look without invitation, and this time she doesn't get one at all, the bhaalspawn's attention on the man between his legs.
"Very good," he says by way of surprising praise, his voice slightly more gravelled than it has been previously. A sure sign that Gortash has managed to get him close to an orgasm without actually pushing him over the edge.
The guard says 'thank you' and his stare flicks up to her instantly. The smile that tugs at his lips is dangerous.
"Not you."
This time, Gortash doesn't get barrelled over by either the snap of violent hips or the flood of bhaalspawn seed. Instead it is the knowledge that they are being watched, and that the Dark Urge very specifically hasn't dismissed the guard yet.
"Tell me where you want my seed, plaything."
He's addressing Gortash again, tugging his hair hard enough to pull him off his cock. Immediately his hand wraps around his hard, sloppily wet shaft and he strokes himself as though he might just come on the human's face instead of down his throat.