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It was strange. Arion felt as if the room was spinning. His body was warming up, yet he wasn't doing anything overtly physical. All he was doing was kissing his Master. Had he been drugged? Had there been something in the tea? The blue-haired summon tried hard to find an explanation for this sensation, but his mind kept getting sidetracked by the wonderful moment he was sharing with Asterius. When he felt the blonde start to stroke his chest, the summon let out a short grunt. He enjoyed it. The way Asterius' delicate fingers ran across his chiseled muscles felt nice.
Then he felt the fingers start to tease his nipples. The pleasure was so jarring it made Arion break the kiss to let out a loud moan of pleasure. His voice was so deep and gruff, it was the epitome of masculinity. "Asterius, there is no need to show me such pleasure. It is my duty to love you. You do not need to do the same." The summon told him. But as he sat there, staring into the summoner's eyes, he had an epiphany. Perhaps Asterius wasn't doing this out of courtesy. Perhaps Asterius was really falling in love with him. When that thought occured, Arion smiled that small smile of his and returned to kissing his Master. Both of his hands reached down and cupped the blonde's large ass and held them, pulling him closer as they continued to kiss.
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