Carrick had always loved that look in Hermes' eyes. There was such utter devotion there. He bent his head down , his cool cheek laid against the warm, flushed skin of Hermes' own. "Gladly, eromenos." He'd used he old Greek terms with nobody but Samandriel recently, but as he thought about it,he realised that it was Hermes who was truly his eremenos; his pupil, his companion and student.
His mouth covered Hermes' own, tongue pressing slowly between the warm lips. He kissed the slave breathless, then taking a firm grip on hi waist lifted him up once more and pressed him firmly against the wall. "Now where were we, little love?"