The boy didn't need to be told twice. Tilting his head back to give Mir better access to his neck, Emrys rocked his hips into the others slowly, teasing his master with the smallest amount of friction. He could feel his masters fingers digging into his skin, knowing he would be bruised later. That didn't matter much to him though. Emrys actually craved to be marked, for everyone to know who he belonged to. He had sometimes wondered if Mir would give him something more permanent to show off in his slave rather that the occasional mark from sex and a standard collar with no clear marking. But it wasn't his place to ask and he was happy with what was given.
Moaning at the hand moving over his hardness, the boy continued to grind his hips into the others though he craved more. "Master, may I use my hands?" He gasped out, biting his lip. "Please Sir, I want to touch you."