Emrys was fixated on his master, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as the blonde man tugged his shirt off. His eyes roamed over the toned body before landing on the mans face as it contorted in pleasure. He was starting to feel insecurity amongst all the feelings of pleasure and arousal. Would he be able to take how rough Madter was being? What if he wasn't good enough? What if he was horrible at it? He forced the thoughts away and just watched his master as he came, moaning himself, turned on by the look of ecstasy on Mirs face