Samandriel moaned loudly as Carrick filled him, allowing himself to take and give pleasure so readily like this. A system of rewards and punishment weren't just for Masters to use as tactics for training.
"Thank you," he gasped, nose against the other man's face, those cool hands so soothing for the moments he was touching those sore, hot places.
"You feel so good in me, master. Made to be there. Amazing in me. Do I feel nearly half as good to you? Worth the hunt, my conqueror?"