[ Ross' thighs tighten under Sylus' palms. He tends more towards skinny than muscular, but he's filled out a bit in the last few months of better pay and better food. Plenty to grab when Sylus yanks him forward.
He sucks in a harsh breath, which goes out in a rush when his erection grinds against Sylus' belly. The robe bunches between them before falling back, exposing the head of his cock, and the feeling of air on his tip combines with the mockery to shock Ross into movement.
He rears back and slaps Sylus.
As soon as it happens, he freezes, looking startled. It's sort of the look of a dog that ripped apart a toy while roughhousing with his master: eyes wide, metaphorical ears back, unsure whether to wag his tail or tuck it between his legs. Has this gone too far? Is it still a game? Was it ever? Is it a fight? Was it always both? ]
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He sucks in a harsh breath, which goes out in a rush when his erection grinds against Sylus' belly. The robe bunches between them before falling back, exposing the head of his cock, and the feeling of air on his tip combines with the mockery to shock Ross into movement.
He rears back and slaps Sylus.
As soon as it happens, he freezes, looking startled. It's sort of the look of a dog that ripped apart a toy while roughhousing with his master: eyes wide, metaphorical ears back, unsure whether to wag his tail or tuck it between his legs. Has this gone too far? Is it still a game? Was it ever? Is it a fight? Was it always both? ]