Shut the door behind yourself, boy.

Aaralon was drawn closer, into that ghostly face. Numbly he was aware of the door being slid shut behind himself, fingers thick and useless as he stared into pure beauty. He understood Yerther's pleasured expression.

Memp's full lips, glistening, moved. "Have a seat, wait a moment." The lean, effeminate wizard gorgeous beyond his years, leaned back into Yerther. One hand clutched the full head of black hair, the other grabbing onto the boy's hip. His swolen erection slowly seperating Yerther's insides. The act caught Aaralon offguard, for it seemed to be more than just sex. More than just taking pleasure. It was erotic.

His roomate writhed beneath the skilled wizard, eyes filled with tears, moans filled with esctacy. Clutching sheets between skinny fingers, his narrow hips trembled with each inward thrust.

"Uhh... please.. more..." He whimpered. "Please Master Memp..."

The young blond's jaw trembled as he **** the sinfully pleasant words from his lips. As Aaralon watched, Memp complied. His large veined flesh dissappearing to the hilt, before sliding all the way out. He took him by surprise, tearing back in again, fast this time, before repeating.

Aaralon sat on the floor, knowing he probably wasn't here of free will, but a part of him wondered if he would leave if he could. His breeches barely held the bulge that ached against his leg. He wanted to be fucked, too.