“Hn...” Liam drew his hand up and slowly brushed it down his master's calf. He turned his head, eyes still closed and pressed his lips on the dusty leather. Then he slowly pulled his legs up, lifting himself to his knees, and shifted his head until his forehead was resting on the tip of Carrick's boot.
The slave sighed out a deep breath, a slight smile playing on his lips. A certain warmth was curling in his guts, and he shivered slightly, when he tried to imagine the sight his master was having right now, the little hairs on his now very exposed neck standing upright. “Yours..” he muttered, as he didn't give a thought of what was leaving his mouth. His mind was idle, only being content kneeling here.