[ It's overwhelming. Not just the physical sensation of pleasure, of climaxing, but the feeling of having all these things along with others he won't name and maybe couldn't even if he were to try pulled from him, through the other man's mouth, his throat, his body. Anakin is taking from him. He's taking from him and he's claiming as his own and Sarica loves it, he loves that show of confidence. Attitude, again.
Slowly straightening up as Anakin pulls out of his grip, wiping his face and his swollen lips, beautiful as they are, Sarica looks down at him, at how he holds himself, bent over and palms on his thighs, recovering, recuperating. They're both a little shook, aren't they? It was good, but it was plenty.
Greedy bastards that they are.
He smiles, meeting Anakin's wide grin, his sparkling eyes, still trimmed with tears, and raises his chin, letting his eyes run down over his whole figure. He knows what he will sound like once he opens his mouth, and yet he doesn't know at all, because he hasn't heard it. He hasn't heard this particular man, when his vocal chords have been invaded by Sarica's cock. What a surprise that awaits.
Beginning to pull up his trousers and tuck himself away, Sarica doesn't say anything for a few seconds, just letting his hands speak for him, it was good, but it's over now, reality unfortunately prevails. Then, fixing his tunic with a few little brush-downs that help naught, he looks very pointedly down at Anakin's crotch, the dark splotch he's left, because Sarica wasn't overwhelmed alone. ]
Do exactly as I say. Be quiet, don't speak. [ They're orders and although Anakin takes them poorly, he took this well, so even if he's stubborn and obstinate, Sarica will win. There are no losers left in this room. He turns towards the window halfway and points out into the gardens, darker now, no one will see, his splotch will be their secret. And Sarica will reward him so abundantly tonight. ] Go back the same way you came and wait for me at home. [ Another needless brush-down. ] I'll make sure not to take too long. [ Meeting Anakin's eyes directly, still watery and his face a mess, really, the most delicious kind, Sarica would lick him clean if now was the time, he finally smiles as well. Wider. Sharper. ] When I arrive, greet me.
[ Outside in the hallway, the slave girl greets Irestes and he can hear them all gathering next door. Anakin's got the best and the worst timing, obviously. Sarica steps forward and cups Anakin's face, supporting his chin with his palm, thumb along his jawline. You did well, it means. ]
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Slowly straightening up as Anakin pulls out of his grip, wiping his face and his swollen lips, beautiful as they are, Sarica looks down at him, at how he holds himself, bent over and palms on his thighs, recovering, recuperating. They're both a little shook, aren't they? It was good, but it was plenty.
Greedy bastards that they are.
He smiles, meeting Anakin's wide grin, his sparkling eyes, still trimmed with tears, and raises his chin, letting his eyes run down over his whole figure. He knows what he will sound like once he opens his mouth, and yet he doesn't know at all, because he hasn't heard it. He hasn't heard this particular man, when his vocal chords have been invaded by Sarica's cock. What a surprise that awaits.
Beginning to pull up his trousers and tuck himself away, Sarica doesn't say anything for a few seconds, just letting his hands speak for him, it was good, but it's over now, reality unfortunately prevails. Then, fixing his tunic with a few little brush-downs that help naught, he looks very pointedly down at Anakin's crotch, the dark splotch he's left, because Sarica wasn't overwhelmed alone. ]
Do exactly as I say. Be quiet, don't speak. [ They're orders and although Anakin takes them poorly, he took this well, so even if he's stubborn and obstinate, Sarica will win. There are no losers left in this room. He turns towards the window halfway and points out into the gardens, darker now, no one will see, his splotch will be their secret. And Sarica will reward him so abundantly tonight. ] Go back the same way you came and wait for me at home. [ Another needless brush-down. ] I'll make sure not to take too long. [ Meeting Anakin's eyes directly, still watery and his face a mess, really, the most delicious kind, Sarica would lick him clean if now was the time, he finally smiles as well. Wider. Sharper. ] When I arrive, greet me.
[ Outside in the hallway, the slave girl greets Irestes and he can hear them all gathering next door. Anakin's got the best and the worst timing, obviously. Sarica steps forward and cups Anakin's face, supporting his chin with his palm, thumb along his jawline. You did well, it means. ]
I want to hear what you sound like, then.