26 [Rhys/Owen]
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There were few people Rhys enjoyed having around. Most were fools who were less than stimulating, and really only wanted to pester him for what material goods he could provide them. Owen, a boy who had originally only come to his hideaway to steal from him, was now a near regular fixture in his bedchambers. There was an undeniable fondness for the rogue. One that often translated into something more physical.
Another such visit ended up where it frequently did, Owen on his back, pinned to the nearest plush surface as Rhys’s cock pounded in and out of his tight hole. “Little thief,” he murmured affectionately as he set a ruthless pace, “you feel so good around me.” His voice barely wavered, shaking only from the vigorous movement but otherwise sounded completely fine, even as the sound of skin slapping skin filled his chambers.