Master Preston Combs

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PRESTON ✉️ ERYX

Eryx: /Or maybe you should wait, Master. Sit there thinking about it until you can get your hands on me again./ I might be.~ It's fun. I will. You're sweet, thank you. I take that as a compliment. Yes, yes, yes. Please. I'll kiss and admire every inch from your head down to your toes.

Preston: /You are so pleasantly filthy, I need more./ I'll get you back for it. You and I both know it's true. Me? Good boy, you do that. Excited? And already begging. Last night did do you well, did it not? We'll have to be careful. I could get addicted.

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PRESTON ✉️ ERYX

Eryx: Good. /Master/. Maybe I want to. I hope I can see you afterward. I will, I know you'll be watching. Of course. I'm glad you saw it. I do think so, I know so. Look at you! You're so handsome.

Preston: /Keep that up, and I'm going to need to excuse myself./ Are you teasing me? Is that what's happening here? You will. I've already put in for you. Do well, and perhaps I'll allow you a peek at what's underneath later.

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PRESTON ✉️ ERYX

Eryx: Of course. I promise. Yes, Master. ♡ Am I turning you on? I think they're going to, maybe. I know either way now. I'm glad to hear it from you. I hope you're happy with me after all of this. You look handsome in your suit.

Preston: I know. /Eryx/. You know you are. You do. You can keep it in mind. Make sure I am, then. You can. You have the ability. I saw your comment. You think so?

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PRESTON ✉️ ERYX

Eryx: I'm glad too. I'll do better, knowing this is for you. I'd rather have you touching me, though. You and your perfect hands. You bid on me? 😊 😊

Preston: You will, hmm? Do your best, Eryx. Be a good boy. Are you trying to turn me on? You weren't aware? I wasn't certain if they told you who had. Now you know.

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PRESTON ✉️ ERYX

Eryx: For a bit more. Thank you. I will, for you. We spend a lot of time together, I want everyone to know how amazing you are. That you picked the right one.

Preston: Good. I'm glad I caught you beforehand. You're aware I bid on you then?

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PRESTON ✉️ ERYX

Preston: I don't know if you still have your phone or not. But...Best of luck. Do your best.

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eryxren​:

Oh! You’re awake! Hi. Good morning. Thanks again, for letting me stay up here with you. I slept perfectly, Preston. Perfectly. You’re just as perfect now as you were yesterday. How did you sleep? Do you need anything?

You don’t have to revert back on my account. I don’t mind watching you play and enjoy yourself. Good, you needed your rest. Today is the first day of the Ascot. Do you know what that means? I’m not perfect. I’m...Just me. I slept well. I sorely needed last night, I don’t have to tell you that. That’s why you seduced me. Right this second? No. In five minutes? Who knows.

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Good morning, Eryx. How did you sleep? I’m assuming well, considering we’re still in the grass, in the garden, on the rooftop.  @eryxren​

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eryxren​:

Now that they were done, Eryx was recharging under the moonlight, but his body was near-limp after everything. He was worn out, but not tired. Just like Preston, everything that had just happened repeated itself in the faerie’s head and he knew that he’d be thinking about this for a long time. Maybe forever. Preston carried him and he let out a soft sound of happiness, a small mewl as he wrapped his arms around the other man and rested his head on his shoulder. Moments later, they were both laid out in the grass and he hummed a happy note as he felt the cool touch of grass against his bare skin. This began recharging him further and he curled his toes and wiggled his shoulders a bit against the soft feel beneath him; like he was being caressed by the grass, like each blade might be alive and might purposefully be touching to soothe him. He smiled warmly at Preston at the questions, pulling himself up so that he could rest his head on the other man’s chest with his body half on and half off of his lower half. Their legs tangled and he rested a wing across the both of them like a blanket as he looked up at him as if he placed the stars up in the sky himself. “I feel wonderful. I’m more than alright. I loved that, all of it and all of you, Master Preston. He knew others used titles and had even seen one Master demand it, but that was the first time the word had crossed his lips. “Thank you. I enjoyed that and I enjoy you. You were right, you know.” He licked his lips, bringing a hand to Preston’s stomach to tap idly and draw swirls. “Nobody has ever fucked me like you did. Not even my imagination compared. You are so good at that, with me.”

As hard as he tried to fight it, Preston couldn’t help but to be enchanted with the faerie in his arms. Seeing Eryx as he had, and now seeing him like this, softened the Master more than he’d thought possible. And, feeling the faerie draped across him was an exquisite feeling. “I wanted to make sure. I needed to make sure. I was...Very pent up. I tried so hard not to hurt you. You...You’re adorable. And amazing. You, titling me...Mmmm...” A shiver made its way up Preston’s spine, and he did his best to swat the thoughts away. Then, before he could react, there was Eryx again, making those sinful comments, stirring the succubus once more. As a succubus, he truly couldn’t ever get enough, if he paid attention to himself. And, he had required only a fraction of the refractory period. “Mmmm be careful, Eryx. Talking like that..You’re already getting me riled up again. I can’t hep it. It has been...So long. But that is so hot. You’re...So hot. I couldn’t resist. I...Fuck, I want to touch you so badly. I’m sorry. I can control it. “

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eryxren​:

As Preston slammed into him, Eryx did his best to continue riding through from beneath him, bucking and writhing up against him. He couldn’t sit still, not with the succubus plying his body so perfectly. He’d said it before that Preston knew all about his body because of those experiments, and the other man proved it now. Every single little thing he did, every move he made and every word he said drove Eryx wild. It felt like fireworks were igniting all over his skin even before he came as he reveled in the reward of being so open for his Master. He kept biting the other man, touching him too, even sliding his inner thighs against the mans hips as they were slammed into with each thrust. He wanted all of the contact possible. When he was ordered to cum, he nodded as he leaned back, because he wanted to make sure they maintained eye contact. Less than a second later, he screamed out, moaning “Preston!! Preston! Thank you, thank you!” as loud as he could. His whole opened, legs spread and back arched, more still than he had been since they started fucking as his body was overcome with the utter bliss of orgasm. As it continued to crash through him in waved, he curled around Preston, legs, arms, and wings wrapping around the succubus to hold him close as things started to slow down. His body relaxed as he came down, open still to Preston’s ministrations. The lids on his eyes were heavy and his pupils blown wide with lust, his gaze locked on the Master. As planned, he came down from the pleasure slowly, his body limp but still clinging to the other man. “Thank you, thank you… Preston…” This time, the words were said in a whisper, soft, his voice reflecting the screaming he’d done moments before with a gentle rasp. 

As Preston held Eryx the two of them enveloped in the cocoon the faerie’s wings had made around them, he couldn’t help but to think of what had just happened, how stunning and beautiful and hot and amazing it had been- truly indescribable. He could hear Eryx’s moans, his cries, his words, ringing in his ears, and truth be told he was enjoying every second. Lifting Eryx a bit, the succubus managed to push himself up, walking hem both across the roof to the garden before laying them back down in the grass, directly under the moon. Preston drew the other man closer, holding him against his chest still, as he continued to run his fingertips over Eryx’s body. “You’re welcome, you’re alright. Talk to me, Eryx. Are you alright? How are you feeling? Was that...Did you enjoy....”

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eryxren​:

Everything that Preston said and did made Eryx want more and more, and he wanted to give more and more. It felt so good to ride the Master’s cock, he couldn’t have described it. His body was hot, pleasure rocking through him in waves that made his muscles pulsate and his legs hold tighter. His movements were almost frantic by the time that Preston picked him up and spun them around, turning the tables. His wings bat in the night air a few quick times, shimmering in the mooonlight before flattening out against his back so that when he was laid down they were laid beneath him like a blanket, framing his nude body. The moment his skin touched the ground, his back arched and his hips bucked, desperate to keep helping; to get as much of Preston as he could. The things the other man said made him moan louder, and he could feel the both of them hanging right on the edge of climax. “Preston!” He called out, his tone erotic and the breath and squirming afterwards shower gleaming sweat on his skin and a debauched glow tousling his hair and his composure. He was drunk on the lust, already completely falling headfirst when the other man reached between them and touched him more. The moment his fingers found their target he writhed, shockwaves of pleasure rocking his body and making him pulse in time with Preston’s thrusts. “Oh fuck, fuck me– Preston! Preston! Please! You’re right, you are, you’re so right. Please, can I cum for you? Let me cum for you, please. I want you to cum for me too, please, I want to feel it.” Brave, Eryx propped himself up on his elbows so that he could bite down into Preston’s neck now too, returning the pleasure of the affection while sucking purple marks along his bare skin. Maybe he shouldn’t, but he wanted everyone to know how well he’d pleased Preston, just as much as Preston wanted everyone else to know how well he’d been fucked. “I need to cum, please. Let me cum with you.”

Preston braced himself against Eryx’s body, beginning to thrust impossibly faster, harder, faster still, still working him with his hand as well. Every word spilling from the faerie’s mouth set the Master’s mind alight, and for a moment he was certain he might actually combust. “That’s right, Eryx, say my fucking name! You’re such a perfect boy, so fucking good for me! You’re a dirty boy, you’re so fucking hot!” When Eryx began begging, his tone desperate and his breath coming in ragged bursts, Preston knew he was very, very close to getting exactly what he wanted, needed. Gripping the faerie’s hips, the succubus pounded into the other man with abandon, gripping so hard he was sure he’d leave bruises on those hips. Then, Eryx began to bite back, something Preston hadn’t ever had done to him before. The sensation was new, and so incredibly pleasurable he himself cried out, no longer able to hold himself back. “Fuck yes! Just like that, just. Like. Tha- Ooohhhh fuuuuuuuuck! Cum for me, Eryx. Cum for me right fucking now. I want to feel you cumming all over my fucking cock!” As he began to feel Eryx tightening around him, still pulsating as he hit that special, beautiful spot just inside of him, Preston cried out, his hips stuttering but never stopping as he continued to fuck the faerie through his own powerful, intense orgasm. “I’m cumming, Eryx! Oh, fuck I’m- I’m fucking- FUCK I’m fucking cumming! That’s right, you feel that? Fucking take it! Take every. Fucking. Drop!” Preston’s eyes nearly rolled back into his head as his body shook under the weight of a pent-up orgasm he’d been longing to unload. “Fuck, fuck, fu-” He panted, his hips finally slowing. Reaching forward, he slipped an arm behind the other man’s back, lifting him and bringing him up to rest against his chest, pressing soft kisses across his shoulders as he brushed the hair from the faerie’s eyes. “Good boy, good boy.” He reassured, holding Eryx tightly as he soothed him, coaxing him gently back down while his fingertips ran lightly over the faerie’s bare skin. Having fed and fucked, Preston was much, much, much more alive, and much more capable of controlling both himself and his power. Purposely, he began to send light amounts of pleasure (not more than a comforting tickle) through Eryx’s body, bringing him down as gently as possible while still allowing him to bask in the afterglow of what had just happened. 

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eryxren​:

The feeling of Preston’s teeth against and then pressed into his skin made Eryx moan and his hips bucked. The Master’s hands were all over his body and in his hair, and things had only just begin but the tension had been built up over a few days and he had wanted it for so long that he was already needy and heated. Watching Preston lick his fingers and clean them off made him shiver, and he bit his lip as he felt more heat radiate from between his hips. He kept his eyes locked with the other man’s as he spoke, replying by leaning in to steal a kiss, licking at his lips. A moan broke the affection and parted is lips to make way for soft gasps and panted breaths as he listened to Preston praise him more and more. The words he other man said were absolutely filthy and he loved every moment of it. He liked the fact that Preston could feel him so much, that his abilities as a succubus would make it so that he was laid bare in more ways than just his nude body; he put up no defenses, hid nothing and held nothing back. “Please, it’ll be easier than you think, to make me so hungry for you. I might already be there, you might have to put together another experiment to find out. Oh, fuck… Preston…. Mark me up, please. I’m yours, all yours.” It was getting difficult to speak even, to put together coherent words because what the succubus said to him was so hot and what he did to his body made him feel so much. Moans poured out of him between his frantic, whispered and whimpered words. He could feel Preston bucking his hips up and that urged him to drop down harder, smacking their hips together. His fingers curled and he dragged them down the other man’s bare back, through hair, and then back around front to tease and pinch his nipples. “Don’t hold back, you have me.”

Everything happening- the kissing, the biting, the touching, the moaning- had Preston on the verge. The Master gazed at the man on top of him, locking their eyes as a way to feel more connected. Feeling more alive than he had in weeks, he began to move harder, faster, anything to bring Eryx exactly where he wanted him. Preston could do a lot of things as a succubus, but in this moment the only thing he wanted to do was connect with the faerie in any way possible. Feeling himself moving in and out of Eryx, his walls clenching around Preston’s cock as he fucked harder and deeper than he had in quite some time, he couldn’t stop the string of profanities tumbling from his lips. “That’s a good boy, I love it when you talk dirty to me. Don’t fucking stop! God, you’re so fucking good, Eryx. You feel so good, riding my dick like that.” When the faerie spoke, requesting the Master not hold back, Preston tossed what slim inhibitions he had aside. Pausing his movement, he shifted quickly, flipping them so that he was on top of Eryx. Once he’d steadied himself, his hips returned to their previous movements, though he now found himself fucking the other man faster and harder than he had before. He could tell from the pressure building in his groin that he was getting close. Tipping his head back, he moaned loudly into the night as a fire spread through his entire body, coursing through his veins as he move closer and closer to his release. “That’s right, mine.” He snarled, beginning to ache from the need to cum. He hoped, based on Eryx’s reactions and movements, that he was just as close. “You’re mine, I’ll fuck you just like this, every day. I know you want it. I know just thinking about it makes you fucking throb. The thought of me fucking you senseless every single fucking day....” Preston’s last words came out as more of a grunt as he found himself barreling towards his orgasm. “I know how good you feel. You’ve never been fucked like this, I can tell. I know you’re almost there, too. Getting ready to cum for me, right there on the verge, your body screaming to be pushed over the edge. You’ll beg for that, too. I want to know how bad you want it, how badly you need to cum for me. I want you screaming my name, too. I want this whole fucking mansion to know who fucks you like this.” His breaths were becoming shorter, his speech nearly slurring as he lost himself in the waves of pleasure he was now feeling. Still, he managed to hold himself off for the time being. As he continued pounding mercilessly into Eryx, Preston reached down between them to run his fingers over the most sensitive spot he could think of, his thumb rubbing a teasing, pulsating circular pattern over Eryx, pleasuring him in two ways simultaneously. He’d meant it when he said he wanted to make the faerie cum harder than he ever had before. It was now a goal, a mission, and one Preston wasn’t willing to give up.  

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eryxren​:

As those layers of clothes were stripped off, Eryx did what he could to help as he kissed Preston, his hips grinding down into the other man’s lap. Once all of those layers were off it was easy to dive into the moment and get light-headed on the lust. Preston’s hands felt divine, they warmed his skin and made it tingle. When that hand slid down between them he broke the kiss to look down and he watched as the succubus grabbed his own cock and held it level for the faerie to slide down onto it. His own hairless body glowed in the moonlight, and he could feel how wet he was without touching himself. The command came after all of that praise and dirty talk and Eryx thought he might melt, this felt so incredible. It was like magic overtaking his body, which made it hard to sit still. Then it was his turn to bring a hand down between them, choosing to follow Preston’s order by touching himself too, sliding his fingers between his legs, along the warm, wet until he found his sex and slid two fingers in. A moan passed from his lips, his eyes still locked on Preston as a wave of heat rippled through his body. His fingers moved inside of him and then he pulled them out, glistening and wet, bringing them up so that they could be clearly seen before he positioned himself and slid down on the Master’s cock. His first descent was slow and his muscles clenched around the other man’s cock, pulsating without rhythm. His wings flickered again, then pulled back to stay out of the way as he lifted himself up, nuzzling into Preston’s nose with his own as he started a faster pace. “Preston.. Oh fuck, you’re so hot. You’re right, I am needy. For you. I need you. Please do, please. I want you to fuck me so hard neither of us can make it down from this roof. I want to fall asleep with you up here, and wake up to fuck again. Please. You know all about my body, what you do to me, it’s yours.” 

The feeling of Eryx’s body moving against his own sent Preston into a near frenzy, prompting him to attack the pure, milky skin put so beautifully on display in front of him. Biting into the other man’s neck, his free hand traveled to Eryx’s hair, pulling his head sharply back as he continued his work on the faerie’s neck. When the man began touching himself, Preston nearly snatched that hand away, wanting more than anything to be the one to do that. But, he held off, entranced with watching what the man was doing to himself. Preston began to slowly stroke himself, emitting long, low moans as they both went. When Eryx brought his fingers up and Preston’s eye caught sight of them, he immediately grabbed the faerie’s wrist, looking him directly in the eye as he brought those fingers to his lips, taking them into his mouth as he began to suck. “Do you know how good you taste, Eryx?” He asked, his voice full of desire. Once he was fully inside the other man, Preston gave him a moment to adjust and find his own rhythm. “You read my mind, Eryx...” Preston groaned, bringing his hands to grip the other man’s hips as he began assisting him with the up-and-down motion, thrusting his hips upward with each and every dip. “Look at you, you look so fucking good, taking my cock like that. like the good boy you are. I know how good this feels, how much you like getting fucked like this. I can feel it, I can feel you. I know you feel me too, in so many different ways. You’ll be feeling me tomorrow, too. And the day after. And the day after that. That’s right, your body is mine, just like your mine. I’ll do what I want with you- anything I want- and what I want, Eryx, is to make you cum so hard the only thing you’ll be fit to do for the next week is to beg for my cock, all day, every day.”

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eryxren​:

After speaking, Eryx sat in wait, feeling the anticipation rising. Really, this could go either way. As sure as he was that Preston wanted this too, he could be wrong. He was a slave, and if he pissed off a Master he could be in real trouble. On top of that, he really did like being around Preston. The succubus fed his curiosity and treated him like he was worth something, and maybe it was Stockholm but he really did enjoy the experiments. Not just the sexual pleasure, but getting to spend time with Preston and accomplish something. Even sitting around and listening while the succubus read his notes out loud and answering questions afterwards was something he looked forward to and enjoyed. Then Preston admitted that he’d thought about it too and Eryx shivered, his already naked body glowing in the moonlight. The request came and he understood why some people liked this dynamic so much and why this place was so popular. It didn’t surprise him that people like the Daltons had found M/s. “Please, I’ll show you a good boy– Touch me, please. I want to feel your skin on my skin– I want you inside me, please. Tell me how to be good for you.”

If Preston had been in a different state of mind, he might have scolded himself for the thoughts he was having- thoughts about how much he too enjoyed Eryx’s company. Preston wasn’t generally one to take advantage of the slaves, unless he deigned to order one to serve at an event or function. Or, when he’d forced himself to hold out long enough that he needed to fuck. Even then, though, it was a one and done situation. No one had ever shown interest in his work, and once he was satiated just enough, he wanted to return to his tests. His safe space. But, this was different. This felt different. And in the moment he wanted- needed- Eryx more than he’d ever needed anyone or anything. The faerie did exactly as he was told, pressing the Master even further. With a growl, Preston began removing his own clothes at a rapid pace, beginning with his gloves and following with all other articles directly after, making sure Eryx stayed balanced just where he was. The succubus had already taken from the faerie when they kissed, but now he brought his hands to explore every inch of the other man’s body while he rushed forward for another kiss. His tongue danced into the faerie’s mouth before he pulled back slightly, taking Eryx’s bottom lip between his teeth and biting hard enough to draw blood. Still, he couldn’t stop himself. Every touch, every movement, every inhale, every sensation of skin-against-skin restored his energy more, and Preston was beginning to feel almost drunk, his senses completely overtaken by lust, and pleasure. Reaching down between them, he took hold of his cock, prompting Eryx to ride him. “You’re such a good boy, Eryx. You’re so needy for me, fuck you’re....You’re so fucking good. I won’t draw this out, I can’t. I’ll give you what you need.” Moving to press his lips to Eryx’s ear, he growled as he gave in to himself completely, what he was overtaking him completely. “Prepare yourself; I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see straight.”

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eryxren​:

This was something that Eryx had thought about before now, and the tone of hesitation when Preston tried to warn him the way that he did made him think now was the time to admit that. He was pretty carefree compared to most of the other slaves, but he wasn’t naive. The faerie knew where he was, what it meant, and what he was labeled by the people inside of the estate. He knew that there was more sex going on in these walls than the whole city combined. Preston had stimulated him in more than one way for his experiments and that coupled with the kindness had him incredibly curious. “I’m honest.” He began, tugging those pants down a bit so that he could lean in to lick up the bulge in the succubus’ underwear in an open-mouthed kiss. Humming, he placed another closed mouth kiss against the same spot and then lifted himself up with his wings instead of his legs, floating up as he flew so that he could straddle Preston’s hips. This placed them nose to nose, and he was strong in his expression. He really did want Preston. “This isn’t the first time I’ve thought about you like this, you know. You light my mind up, you make me curious. I trust you, you won’t hurt me. Besides, we’re up here in the moonlight. I’m at my strongest up here, I’ll be able to hold my own. Take what you need, take me please.” With that, he closed the small distance and kissed Preston.

The Master’s mind concocted a few more weak debates, ones he couldn’t have voiced if he’d tried. It wasn’t supposed to be in his nature to allow a slave to take control, but in his weakened state and with Eryx making himself so available...Preston couldn’t help it. His hips searched for friction against Eryx’s mouth, his breath catching in his throat as he nearly lost it. Then, the faerie was floating forward, and settling himself into the succubus’ lap. “It isn’t the first time I’ve thought about this either, Eryx...” Preston gasped, finally releasing his grip on the chair in favor of bringing his hands up to the other man’s hips. “Eryx...Oh, fuck- Say it again. Be a good boy and say it again. Say ‘please’. Beg for me.” Preston surprised even himself, not generally an excellent dirty talker, but already feeding slightly off of Eryx’s heightened energy, his confidence growing as much as his erection. When that kiss came, Preston moved his hands slowly up the other man’s hips, coming to rest around the faerie’s neck. 

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eryxren​:

Eryx didn’t need to be a succubus to feel the lustful energy radiating off of Preston. The fact that he had been the one to cause this in the otherwise put-together Master excited him, he enjoyed it. His wings flickered as a sign of that excitement as he watched the other man intently. The curse came and he ducked forward to plant a kiss against the center of Preston’s clothed chest and peppered his way down with his lips, bringing his gaze back up to the other man when he got down low enough to slide his hands up and take the shirt’s hem in his fingers. Then the question he’d gotten a little embarrassed over came back to mind from the other night. “I want you to touch me. I want you.” It was true, and to punctuate his words he ducked down even further and kissed the growing tent in Preston’s jeans. His hands refocused their efforts and he undid those jeans, then pulled the zipper down. “I have a lot of orgasms to repay, you know.”

When Eryx moved to press that kiss against him, clothed or not, Preston knew he wouldn’t be able to hold himself together much longer. Then, he began moving down, though he kept a watchful eye on the Master. Gritting his teeth, Preston nearly growled, his breathing becoming more erratic as he looked into the faerie’s eyes. Then, the man confessed his own desires, drawing another groan from the succubus’ lips as his body practically trembled in the seat. Before he could properly respond, Eryx’s lips were teasing him in the best of ways, and he couldn’t stop his hips from fully bucking up as the faerie undid his jeans. “You want- you want me to t-touch you?” Preston managed through a string of moans. his mind blanking as his lust began to overtake him. Already, he felt like he just might cum at the slightest touch. “You don’t have to- Fuck- You don’t have to do th-this. You don’t owe me and I- I don’t-” The Master was panting now, his words drowned out by his own groans. “I don’t want to hurt you.”