“I want you now, please... don’t make me beg anymore.” (From Soudan who’s wrapped around Ala’s finger)
“And cut short all of my fun?”
Ala leaned forward, and pressed a kiss to the corner of Soudan’s mouth. His hands brushed against the ties which kept his lover bound at the wrists, and to the bed. He had no plans to undo them, having every intention of riding the sailor at his own pace.
“Maybe I could compromise.” Ala sat back, his hips rolling slowly against Soudan, a hint at satisfaction but nothing more. “Does that sound agreeable? Keep still, you move and I go back to making you beg.”
















