Emrys was writing beneath the other, his breathing coming in small pants. In the back of his mind, the submissive side of him was telling him that he should be the one doing this to his master and not the other way around. But it felt to good for the boy to ask the werewolf to stop. Not tha he wanted Mir to stop in the first place.
Watching him though half lidded eyes, Emrys hands moved to the sheets where he grasped them tightly. "Master please.." He moaned out, pushing down against the teasing hand. He wasn't even sure what he was asking for, lost in the pleasure that his master was giving him.