"Damn," he murmured at the touch. It hadn't really occurred to him exactly how long it had been since he'd allowed someone to touch him that way. Rather like Sen, Blake didn't allow just anyone into his trust enough to sleep with them. If he did, it was in order to sleep with them once and then disappear to never see them again. Elisa had almost been that for him, except that he had pushed her in the direction of his protege. So Sen had taken in his leavings and was apparently enjoying them. Good.
He didn't put his hands in Sen's hair while the man went down on him, it wasn't necessary. No, instead he drew his nails along Sen's shoulders, creating soft indentions in the flesh.
Sen had Elisa to need him for guidance. Blake seemed to need him more for the physical portion of their relationship. And it was indeed a need. There were few men that Blake had ever carried on running relationships with. Women were more fun for that. Yet he found himself returning to Sen over and over again.
So far, they had been gentle. Well, fairly gentle. When he grabbed Sen's hair it was hard enough to pull it out and he jerked him away from what he was doing. Blake was the one in charge, he enjoyed being in control when it came to them, and what he wanted was to be on top now.