Carrick enjoyed the sensation of Samandriel's wrists ineffectually tugging at the grip on his wrists. Later, he thought, he would tie the boy's wrists above his head while he fucked him.
He lifted his eyes to Hermes, loving the shameless display given by his favoured slave. "You can finish whenever you want to, " he murmured, his voice growing hoarse with desire. "cover his face or his stomach. Make him swallow it, if you like. Anything you want. This is a gift. A gift for you.