Hermes was already naked. He preferred it that way, honestly. He slid his fingers under the angel's chin, meeting those stunning blue eyes. "Yes, my lord," the fae said, answering the question and the command in one. Beautiful, perhaps, but too angry for Hermes' tastes. Once he relaxed some, maybe then.
When the hand was offered to him, Samandriel took it and rose, finding himself unexpectedly taller than the other collared boy. Those nimble fingers traced over his cheek and he couldn't help but close his eyes for the tenderness the fae spared for him. What an odd combination those two were. He found himself led over to the bed, stretched out on it while the boy perched next to him, fingers dancing along his skin while he waited for proper orders from his master. Now, his body needed no encouragement at all to respond. Whatever this fae had been before Carrick bought him, he clearly knew some very sensual, teasing arts.