Re: Holding Pens - Hermes and Carrick
Hermes arched easily and willingly into Carrick's touch, body responding without any effort whatsoever. His hips pushed forward against the vampire's own, letting the elder man feel his hardness. "I did, Master," he said practically against Carrick's chest.
He stepped back when Carrick did, holding eye contact as he undid the drawstring on his shorts. Before he'd been sold, he'd kept himself entirely smooth. His mistress had preferred that look and if he kept on it, it wasn't any effort at all to maintain. Now, however, he'd not had access to a razor or anything he could improvise with. As he let the loose fabric pool at his feet, there was some stubble to go with the rather proud erection his new Master had coaxed out of him.
"Do I please you, Master?" He stepped forward to where had been before to get out of the puddled fabric.