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Romanovich did as he was asked and sat right next to his Master, taking a hold of his free arm, massaging it lightly. His ministrations were deliberate, but he took caution not to apply to much pressure, lest it make his Master uncomfortable. As Romanovich did this, he looked over his Master’s body, taking in his beautiful features. The boy was extremely young looking, his skin as smooth and taut. Most of his time was spent within the castle walls, which in turn meant he rarely stepped out into the sun. For that, his skin was quiet pale, but not overly pale. It was a fair tone which reminded Romanovich of the beautiful white snow in his home country of Dardania. His Master had soft facial features which made him looks quiet effeminate, but that hardly spoke of his character. Ashimagari was stern and commanding, ever showing that he was not a ruler to be taken advantage of. It was an endearing trait and it showed that his was much different them the rest of his siblings, whom used their looks to demand attention, where Ashimagari commanded attention.
Before Romanovich knew, his hands where on his Master’s back, rubbing and massaging the other male’s body. It was enjoyable and a warmth as he placed his hands on his Master’s back. Perhaps it was the water and the heat, but he soon found himself becoming slightly aroused by the entire sight. It made his embarrassed, but he hardly showed his emotions through his facial expressions. His cheeks slight flushed as he felt the blood travel towards his groin, a burning desire welling up deep within. Flashbacks of last night flooded back in and it didn’t help that the images continued to torment him. Never had Romanovich felt something physical for another man, but when it came to his Master, he couldn’t help but feel these things. It wasn’t because he swore himself to his Master, but it was a genuine attraction to the other male.
Of course, perhaps it wasn’t only him that felt the same thing at the moment. He looked over the boy’s shoulder and noticed his growing arousal. Seeing it only spurred Romanovich that much more. It was strange the first time, but by this point, the feeling felt natural for Romanovich. He gave himself to his Master, whatever it may be.
By this point, Romanovich’s erection was rudely poking his Master’s backside, and the flush on his face only grew to cover most of his face, as a powerful lust glazed over himself like honey.
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