♤: Having your muse join mine in the bathtub
Agron still couldn’t believe it. To see Remy in Capua, in this very villa . . . filled Agron with emotions he had long since been deprived of. Ever since he and Remy were forced upon separate paths. But now, they were reunited. Albeit not in the best of circumstances, but still. It lifted Agron’s spirits to see his lover still of this world. And Agron longed for the moment he would be able to see him again. So when Batiatus called him to the villa and said that their visitor requested Agron’s presence, requested him to tend to him . . . Agron had to conceal the excitement he felt. He stoically complied, but inwardly, felt his heart beat heavier in his chest with the sheer anticipation. He was ready to be presented -- and had this been anyone else but Remy, Agron would be fucking disgusted. Just as he was the first time he had been presented -- when he had not known it was Remy doing the requesting.
So once he was oiled and prepared . . . he made his way to the baths, the doors closed behind him, though the guards not too far. Agron took the opportunity to look over the man, eyes moving every visible inch of him as he was partly submerged in the bath; body glistening with the water that moistened him. He looked fucking beautiful. Agron began to take a few steps towards him, a slightly playful smile on his lips. These circumstances were far from ideal, for he was a slave. But right now, he was just determined to enjoy what time he had with Remy. “I am here to fucking tend,” he said, though there was defiance in his voice . . . a playfulness, as if to imply he would not be as compliant as a slave would be. Once again, he knew that if this had been anyone but Remy . . . Agron would be of a very different mind.
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Symbol Meme | Accepting |