Carrick gasped again in renewed pleasure as the spasms of the slave's orgasm sent waves of fresh sensation through his cock, squeezing him tightly.
When the slave had quietened, Carrick withdrew from his body and lifted him to his feet. He slipped an arm around Samandriel's waist, turning the boy to face him. He kissed away the tears that still ran from the slave's eyes, then drew Samandriel into a slow, deep kiss.
"Go and run us a bath," he said gently, It's big enough for two.
He would heal the boy before the end of their time together but for now he wanted to watch as the sharp pain of the paddling dulled into what would be a strangely comforting glow.