I gripped him firmly at the base, my palm enveloping his heat, stroking with torturously slow twists from root to tip.
My thumb swirled that slick bead deliberately, smearing it shiny across his entire length until it gleamed obscenely. He moaned low and broken, hips bucking involuntarily into my fist, chasing friction. "Emperor... gods above, yes... your hand—it's like silk wrapped in fire, burning me alive."
Georgien's growl deepened into a primal rumble vibrating from his broad chest, fists clenching at his sides. "Enough toying with the lad like he's some plaything. He's mine to protect—from your cruel, insatiable games that leave men broken."
I whirled on him fluidly, pressing my body flush against his armoured chest—the cold metal links of his chainmail a stark contrast to the feverish heat radiating from him. I ground subtly against the iron-hard ridge of his erection, feeling it straining and twitching through the leather codpiece like a caged beast.
