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Iason's lips on his neck sent a shiver prickling down his spine and Raoul could not contain a sigh even as Iason's hands gripped his hips to still his squirming. Iason's pointing out that Raoul would do well to release some of his pent-up tension before stepping out the door revealed a concern for the scientist's reputation that suggested more than just professional pragmatism. Raoul nodded, golden curls falling across his face. "Yes, I suppose you're right." He took a moment to calm himself a little, then shifted around to assume the requested position, an arm around his waist securing him firmly on Iason's lap.
Having a good idea as to how Iason intended to relieve him of his compromised state, Raoul leaned back against Iason's chest and opened his legs to the other Blondie. It was the first time that Iason offered any direct stimulation to his genitals save for the earlier, brief but profoundly humiliating experience involving Iason's foot, and the moment Raoul felt Iason's hand cupping him through his trousers he had to clench his teeth firmly together to keep the moan that tried to escape him trapped in his throat. Raoul's erection was thick and full, pulsing gratefully in Iason's grip as the blue-eyed Blondie released the engorged organ from its confinement and wrapped his fingers around it. Being touched by Iason was worlds apart from self-pleasure. Iason was controlling the rhythm and intensity, teasing him with measured caresses but keeping the friction too light to be truly satisfying.
Each stroke and squeeze threatened to upset the meticulously crafted persona Raoul was so intent on presenting to the outside world. He let his head fall back against Iason's shoulder, his eyes drifted closed and his breathing grew heavier. Raoul wanted Iason to speed up his strokes, but he would not resort to begging for pleasure. His pride as a Blondie did not allow him to humble himself in such a fashion, insisting that he remain beautiful and dignified even while letting Iason play with his body. Iason's caresses were made smooth and easy by the wetness leaking from Raoul's tip. In fact, Raoul was dripping so much that the sounds of Iason's stroking were obscenely loud in the quiet of his penthouse. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands, so he put one on top of the arm that was looped around his waist and let the other rest on one of Iason's strong thighs.
Iason lowered his eyelids, pleased by how Raoul submitted to his administrations without even trying to regain control over his own pleasure. If it was Riki, the mongrel would have reached forward without patience with his own hands. His grip lubricated by Raoul's wetness, slowly but very gradually increased its speed, massaging along the pulsing undervein. The obscene sounds were incredibly out of place with Raoul's presence, just as it was moments ago when those lips were around his own organ.
Heavy breaths filled his ear, while his own measured ones blew by Raoul's. Just as he reached a certain speed, Iason paused, squeezing around the base of that organ. While his arm around Raoul was not tight, they were firm in keeping him in place. Then he began again, as slow as he started with, but with a tighter grip. The Blondie was very studiously observing his pet's reactions, taking note of every involuntary twitch and the heart rate resting just above his own chest.
As a Blondie, Iason understood very well the self discipline they possessed if they put their mind to it, even after surrendering physical control. It was Raoul's voluntary submission, with each of his increasingly possessive demands, that gave Iason's mind a thrill that would have made any human's hair on their neck rise.
Riki could not keep his disappointment from showing on his face when Iason declined his request to go for a dip in the sea. While the Blondie's reasoning made sense, it was not the answer Riki had hoped for. He turned his head away, lowering his gaze to the sandy ground. What gave him hope was the fact that Iason had not ruled out the possibility completely. There was still a chance that he would be allowed to return in daylight.
Riki walked beside his master, hands in his pockets. "You wouldn't understand," he sighed. "You've been made to be perfect. You're beautiful, strong, intelligent, successful in everything you attempt. I am not. If I want to learn something new or improve myself, I need to practise. You'll never know the satisfaction of mastering a new skill. The world you come from is cold, artificial, devoid of emotion, but this—" He nodded at the ocean, "—is the real thing. It's natural, wild, imperfect, and free. The sea belongs to no one." Just like a human should never be treated as property. "The pet pools in Eos are boring and I don't care for the company of those idiotic pets. The only aspiration they have in life is to please their masters. I want to do something for myelf."
"In the slums, it's either sink or swim," Riki recalled his former life. "You either live or die. I've never let anyone push me underwater. I've always stayed afloat." He lifted his head to look at Iason, black eyes glimmering with emotion. As he continued to speak, he let the sense of injustice he felt at having to depend on Iason for every little thing spill over into his voice. "Why shouldn't a human being make use of their full potential, just like you Blondies do? Swimming seems like fun. Something worth putting my energy into. Why should I content myself with sitting on my ass on the shore when I could get in the water and try out my skills instead? If there's an opportunity, you gotta seize it. You never know if you'll get another chance."
Again, it was about Freedom. Iason honestly could not understand Riki's obsession with it, when it gave his pet nothing but danger and poor conditions. The pet pools in Eos were a comfortable temperature, relaxing and safe. Still he listened to the rare occasion of his pet being talkative, tilting his head trying to emphasize with the human while observing him. Riki was always so passionate about Freedom.
Those sparkling black eyes imprinted themselves on the Blondie's crystal blues. "Humans are too impulsive to see the consequences of their 'potential'. When it comes time to pay the price, they often become resentful of it instead of taking responsibility." Iason stated his observations about his subordinates and other humans in Tanagura. "Unable to see the tides and what wanders beneath it, you could drown or be eaten by any predators that swim near the shore. What skills do you have then besides flailing around and choking? And I said I would bring you to swim." The cyborg's replied in a procedural manner to Riki's indignant tone.
Then he paused, pulling Riki close by the leash, his fingers sliding up along its length to near Riki's collar. "You should have practiced in the pet pools first then." He reminded his pet. "Because unlike the sea, you belong to me. If anything happened to you, how will you be responsible for my loss?"
Raoul's golden lashes drooped when Iason cupped his cheek, slivers of emerald peeking from beneath lowered lids. The unexpected tenderness of the caress stood in stark contrast to how roughly Iason had handled him earlier. Raoul wasn't sure which he preferred, Iason's authority over him or this new, gentle attention. His eyes slid closed when the other Blondie reached for his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm, the softness of Iason's lips pulling a sigh from him. "I am beginning to understand why you gave in to temptation," the scientist admitted.
Eyes fluttering open, he shifted on Iason's lap to straddle him. His body moulded itself to Iason's and he found himself wishing for the barrier of their clothes to disappear. This new closeness felt so good, so intimate, despite his mind screaming at him that this was wrong, forbidden.
He leaned in for another kiss, then pulled back to brush his lips across Iason's cheek, then along his jaw. Raoul had to fight the urge to flick his tongue across Iason's skin. "Perhaps you should send me away for the night," he suggested, his breath heavy with burgeoning arousal. His hips had begun to rock against Iason's gently. Iason had an agenda for him and it would be a shame to let his newly-awakened urges spoil his plans. "I understand you don't want to rush my training, and we should seek Jupiter's permission before we proceed."
Abnormal heat seeped through the fabric between them like languid honey on a summer's day, as did that voluntary kiss from Raoul. Seduced by the other Blondie's siren-like lull, Iason listened to his needy little pet while he took in Raoul's scent by his neck, lips pressing along the jugular vein. His hand found its way to Raoul's hips, holding him still from the rocking. "Indeed, but we shouldn't send you back like this. What if someone saw?"
Withdrawing, Iason leaned back and looked up at Raoul. "Turn around and rest against me. You'll return to your quarters after this." Controlling his body such that he would not get an arousal, Iason waited for Raoul to obey before wrapping an arm comfortably around him. His other hand groped his bulge, massaging before undoing the front of those pants to reach in. He did not intend to get either of them soiled again, hence the position.
Recalling the notes he had taken earlier with his foot, his fingers wrapped around that hefty length and stroked. The long digits slid their way over the tip, thumb rubbing Raoul's slit before squeezing down the column with the rest. Iason took his time, the arm around Raoul keeping him in place as the straight haired Blondie controlled his pleasure. In the meanwhile, he shifted forward to nuzzle and kiss the back of Raoul's ear.
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To Riki's chagrin, Iason offered little in the way of a reply. He drew his brows together and thrust his lower lip out in a pout, directing his gaze back to his plate. Perhaps he'd simply run off and fling himself into the waves, force Iason to come after him and prevent him from drowning. Then, Iason would realise that it was in his own best interest to teach his pet how to swim… or Iason might decide to lock him up for the rest of their stay instead, making tonight's outing their only trip to the beach. No, that was not what Riki wanted. He could not risk forfeiting his holiday privileges.
Once he had polished off his plate, he went back for seconds and thirds, deciding to try the lobster and scallops Iason favoured before moving on to grilled eel and caviar, all of which he devoured with great enthusiasm. "There is always room for cake," Riki informed the Blondie, then promptly cut himself another slice. Being treated to cake, a fancy dinner, and an outing to the beach could not be further apart from the birthdays he had spent with Bison, painful memories of spending the day with his gang getting high on stolen trippers and spending the night in Guy's arms lurking just beneath the surface of his mind, kept in check by the realisation that Iason must have been planning out this evening for some time. The fact that Iason wanted him to enjoy himself on his birthday made Riki's eyes glitter with an emotion he could not entirely reppress.
Nodding at Iason's suggestion, Riki rose from his chair and followed him down the steps to the beach. The sand looked like a carpet of silver under the light of the moon, the sea like a vast, glittering mirror. The wind had receded and the water lay still and calm as they walked along the shore. Every so often, Riki would stop to pick up a seashell that had caught his eye and put it into his pocket for safe-keeping. The fact that he was taking a walk on the beach under the stars with the very man who had abducted and humiliated him felt utterly surreal, yet he could not deny that Iason provided him with experiences he would have never had in Ceres. Riki had sworn to find a way out of the slums, and though he had ended up sorely regretting his naive outlook on life, this was his reality now and he'd latch on to every moment of freedom he could wrest from his master.
His lips curved wistfully as he gazed out across the sea. "I'd love to go in." Riki nodded at the calm water. "Surely there's no danger in the shallows?"
Iason watched with wonder as Riki finished off another slice of cake despite having eaten so much. As a cyborg, his body was able to burn as much food for fuel as he could eat, but even that was limited to the volume of his stomach. Yet for a sensitive human like Riki, their stomachs can seem to expand. Still the Blondie was slightly concerned his pet would be in pain later and so he intended for it to be a long walk.
Having Riki wandering by his side in a relaxed manner made the air so much fresher by the sea. Moonlight shone brightly in the clear skies overhead and Iason felt the urge to preserve the memory in print. His mind argued that it was enough to memorize the moment, that it was not so momentous to behave like a common human tourist. Blue eyes gazed fondly upon his pet, who was looking out to the sea. "It's night time, you'd never know the dangers of such." He said, finally giving a hint of returning to the beach at another time.
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To Riki's surprise, Iason joined him for dessert, even if the Blondie, with his refined table manners, took much longer to finish his slice than Riki, who returned with his plate of seafood by the time Iason was finishing his cake. He looked up when Iason agreed to take a walk after dinner, obsidian eyes shining with delight. While Iason had told him earlier that he would take him to see the sea, Riki had still been harbouring some doubts as to whether he would stick to his word. It wasn't as if there were any consequences for a Blondie breaking his promise to a pet; Iason could do as he pleased with no one to answer to than Jupiter herself. Riki restrained his appetite and waited until Iason had filled his own plate and rejoined him at their table, stealing a curious look at the dishes the Blondie had selected for himself.
Riki picked up his cutlery and began to eat, listening to the sound of the waves receding and returning. The food was excellent, fresh and flavourful, and Riki devoured his swordfish steak with relish, enjoying the tingling burn of the chili pepper sauce on his tongue.
"You asked me earlier if I wanted to learn to swim," he reminded his master. He said nothing more after that, deciding to simply let his remark hang in the air between them, unwilling to outright ask Iason for a favour. Begging him for release in bed was something he had grown accustomed to, as much as he hated the humiliation of it. It always made him feel weak and pathetic afterwards. Outside of the bedroom Riki clung to his pride fiercely, even at the cost of his wants and needs. He had no doubt that Iason was an accomplished swimmer. After all, Blondies had been created to exceed at everything they attempted. It was not difficult to imagine him gliding through the water, wet hair streaming out behind him, sculpted muscles glistening in the moonlight.
The dishes were fragrant and Iason enjoyed the meal, pleased that his pet had waited for him. Riki was doing so well today, he felt his efforts to make the birthday memorable for his pet well worth it. The Blondie ate, listening to the sea and watching his pet devour his food. Riki's enthusiasm was overflowing to the point of influencing Iason, increasing his appetite. Then Riki mentioned swimming. "Yes, you said you wanted to learn." The Blondie gave a non-committal reply, intending to tease his pet and make him wait. It would be nice if Riki begged, but he had learned how headstrong his pet was in that department.
Iason helped himself to two more rounds of food, taking his time every time. After the lobster and scallops, he had baked fish with chili and prawns, inspired by his pet's earlier meal. For the third round he had grilled squid and seaweed salads, pleased with the restaurant's standards. By the time he finished that, he knew his pet would be full. "Still have room for more cake?" He asked, wondering if Riki would have extra stomach space for dessert as humans often claimed they do. As for himself, he simply nursed the white wine till the end of their dinner. It blended well with the taste and fragrance left behind on his tongue, allowing him to savor the memory of what he ate.
Noting that Riki was done with his food and had sufficient time to rest and digest, Iason rose from his seat to walk over to his pet, taking his leash in hand. "Let's go for your walk now." It would ease their digestion as well as use the time to take in the scenery. While Iason did not find the view of the sea new, it certainly was relaxing and refreshing with Riki around.
They had been in this exact position before, though whereas the first time had been a somewhat tentative exploration of their new dynamic, Raoul, who had never been held or hugged by anyone before, now felt pleasantly relaxed in Iason's embrace, relishing their newfound intimacy. This could not be wrong. Two of Jupiter's sons expressing their fondness for one another.
Raoul enjoyed the feel of Iason's sleek, powerful body, so similar to his own, pressed against his as they indulged in the pleasures of each other's mouth. The scientist found it impossible to remain entirely passive, his natural dominance trying to assert itself, which Iason did not hesitate to temper whenever his pet attempted to deepen their kiss into something more demanding. Raoul was conscious of his own mounting desire and the rational part of his brain insisted that he retain control over his sexual impulses, knowing he could not suffer another humiliation like before, when the intensity of the new sensations Iason had forced on him had pushed his body into spending itself prematurely.
Moving and pressing against his master, Raoul sighed into Iason's mouth. He trailed his hand up Iason's back to stroke the nape of his neck and drag his nails across his skin. Kissing Iason felt both right and wrong, natural and unnatural, exciting and unpredictable. Touching his lips to Iason's produced a swooping, quivery feeling in his stomach, a novel sensation that Raoul could not get enough of. "Iason." Raoul disengaged for a moment to speak. He swallowed once, his throat bobbing. His lips were plump and glistening. "During this arrangement of ours, I want you to teach me everything you enjoy."
It was easy to understand and forgive Raoul's instincts to be dominant, unlike Riki's mysterious pride as a mongrel. They were both Blondies and designed to lead, giving Iason a sense of challenge when managing his new pet as well as a pleased satisfaction whenever Raoul gave in, knowing his pet was purposely doing so for him. It was different from the satisfaction when forcing Riki to give into him, and Iason could not quite tell what that difference was at the moment.
There was also a thrill to learning how much Raoul wanted him, so much that the other Blondie was losing self control. That could be said to be the greatest praise Raoul could give him, and he found himself looking forward to seeing more of it. His pet's affections were not lost on Iason and he enjoyed the attention, again different from the uncontrolled desperation from Riki. Being with Raoul was a very novel experience for the head of Tanagura.
Parting from their kiss as Raoul wished - Iason found himself inclined to indulge a well behaved pet's desires - he listened to what his pet had to say. He raised his hand to cup that perfect face, thumb brushing over Raoul's smooth cheek. "Of course. It would be a pleasure to do so, to have another understand what I do." That same hand moved to catch one of Raoul's, pulling his palm over for him to kiss. Iason believed his siblings all had similar conclusions regarding sexual desire as he did before he met Riki. Now he learned that it was dependent on meeting the right person, one that suited their high standards, he found himself greedy for the understanding from his own kind, especially when Raoul offered to do so willingly.
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Eyes sparkling at being granted permission to indulge in dessert before the main course, Riki quickly joined Iason in removing the candles, then reached for the cake knife. The smile on his lips widened into an anticipatory grin as he sank the knife into the buttery cake and cut two slices, taking one for himself and leaving the other for Iason, just in case the Blondie also fancied an early dessert. "I'm just having this one slice," Riki announced, digging his fork into the chocolate cake and breaking off a big piece, which he proceeded to shovel into his mouth with boyish enthusiasm. His eyes widened at the taste and he let out a moan of pure pleasure. Riki chewed and swallowed quickly, then immediately went back for another piece.
He loved Iason's treat and polished off his slice in no time, flashing his master a rare smile before rising from his chair and making his way over to the selection of seafood prepared by the restaurant's chefs. Back in Ceres, he'd rarely had genuine meat, much less fish, which he had tasted for the first time only after becoming Iason's pet and loved it ever since. Looking at the food on the table, Riki felt his stomach ache. He had not eaten since breakfast and though he had gorged himself on the shuttle to Jibril, the long hours of sitting through the meeting at Iason's side and then the sex afterwards had left him ravenous.
Though he recognised only about half of the dishes, all of them looked and smelled delicious and Riki returned to his chair carrying a plate filled with skewers of prawns, fried calamari, a big piece of grilled swordfish covered in chili sauce, a selection of thinly sliced pieces of shashimi in one hand and a glass of pineapple juice in the other. He set down his food and drink and plopped back into his seat, taking a moment to admire the lights strung across the terrace and marvelling at how serene Iason looked, his cold beauty softened by the warm, intimate glow. Riki dropped his gaze to his plate, berating himself for thinking such foolish things about his captor. "Can we go down to the beach after dinner?"
The childish excitement and pure joy on Riki made the Blondie fawn over him with his eyes, watching each smile and grin and sparkle in the eye. When Riki cut an additional slice meant for him, he could not help but smile and join his pet in eating the cake, even though he did not mean to do so in the first place. Iason took his time with the cake, watching Riki with fascination even as he did something as mundane as walking to gather dishes that he wanted.
One of the reasons why he thought a seafood restaurant would be good was because of Riki's preference for fish. Seeing what his pet brought back, he took mental note to keep in mind which ones Riki favored more by the end of the dinner. "Yes, it would be nice to have a walk after." Iason replied, finally finishing his cake and setting the dirty plate aside. Then he rose to help himself to a plate of buttered lobster and seared scallops. His drink, as usual, was white wine.
The staff in the background was still cooking at their stations, in small amounts and adding what was taken to the side table as well as more variety, showcasing Jibril's seafood cuisine. Iason found himself rather enjoying the scent of barbeque and cooking, however crude in Eos, in the sea breeze. In a way, it was a new experience for the Blondie, having dinner with his pet by the beach and watching his pet enjoy himself.
The gentle nibbling on the ridge of his ear sent pinpricks of electricity prickling across Raoul's skin. "Mm," the scientist gave a hum of acknowledgement at Iason's statement. It was true that pets were engineered to be dependent entirely on their owners, or rather, on their owner's furniture. A proper pet was not desired to be intelligent or independent, traits that Iason, unlike his siblings, seemed to favour in a plaything, as evidenced by his attachment to Riki. Before Raoul had a chance to argue that he was not a typical, helpless pet and as such should not be considered a burden to Iason, his master had already pulled back.
Rising at Iason's prompting, Raoul followed him over to his seat and slid into Iason's lap gracefully. He draped one arm over Iason's shoulder and let his other hand rest against his chest, his head slightly above Iason's due to his elevated position. Being this close to the other Blondie still felt a little strange, but not uncomfortable, and though their bodies were almost identical in height Raoul felt not nearly as awkward sitting on Iason's lap as he had expected he would.
He let Iason guide him into the kiss, tilting his head to slot his lips against the other Blondie's. Iason had correctly identified his pet's true desire. Raoul had been longing for a repeat of this particular indulgence ever since the first time Iason had kissed him, and though they had shared another kiss in the aftermath of Raoul's first act of submission it had hardly quenched his thirst. It amazed him that something as base and vulgar as an exchange of saliva could feel so incredible. Riki was a fool to spurn Iason's affections. Any pet would be proud to be in his place, but the only thing the mongrel had been clamouring for was his freedom, until finally Iason had sent him back to the trash heap that was Ceres.
Before he could stop himself and wait for Iason's permission, Raoul deepened the kiss. He tongue breached the silken barrier of Iason's lips, stroking against his master's. "You taste wonderful." Raoul pulled back slightly to speak, then leaned in again, brushing his lips lightly against Iason's.
Raoul was larger and taller than Riki was, the difference held in his arms made obvious. Whether or not it would be awkward was not Iason's focus, but rather getting used to having another in such an intimate hold. The position of his arms were not where they habituated. He could not help but remember how small and cute Riki fit against him, unlike Raoul's larger frame. Still it was not uncomfortable and his thoughts quickly returned to the kiss they were sharing.
Gentle soft lips pressed up against his own willingly, again making the memory of Riki's resistance or reluctance flicker in his mind. It was a comfortable lull, one which made him distracted before realizing what Raoul had done. Feeling that brush of tongue, Iason refocused, eyes opening and narrowing at his pet's comment. His pet's initiative took him off guard once again and their lips met. Iason could not help but bite lightly at Raoul's lips, remembering how glossy and plump they were. "So do you."
Iason found himself enjoying Raoul, whose willing affection was like sweet honey to Riki's sharp alcoholic taste. As much as he loved teasing his pets, Riki's pure distaste of him at times had grated on his nerves unshown on his face. It was what made knowing when Riki could not resist the pleasure satisfying. But for Raoul, a Blondie who should not indulge in pleasures, to be doing so with him was another kind of satisfaction, one which felt indulgent to him.
Deepening the kiss, the master of the two took reins of the pace once more, keeping it slow and sensual. The shadow of desire lurked at the edges, making itself known to Iason how close he was to being aroused again. It was not in his plans to get more intimate for their first night, and so he kept tight control of their kiss, taming Raoul whenever he sought for more faster than he liked.
Raoul held Iason's gaze with stony-faced calm. The lie was out and he could not take it back without losing face in front of Iason. Raoul had no doubt that Iason was aware of his attempt to cover up his true desire, the only question was whether or not he would let him get away with it. To all appearances, Iason seemed to have accepted his excuse, and Raoul's lips turned up at the corners as he watched Iason rise and approach him. He handed the hairbrush over to his master and folded his hands primly in his lap.
Raoul's shoulders relaxed and drooped and his skin tingled pleasurably at the soft brush of Iason's fingertips. He glanced to the side to watch their reflection in the tall floor-to-ceiling windows that lined one side of Iason's penthouse, providing him with a visual image to accompany the soothing strokes of the hairbrush. Just as he was sinking into the tranquility of the moment, Iason descended on him like a hawk on a mouse. Outwardly, Raoul remained stock-still. Inwardly, his circuits stuttered at the casual possessiveness of Iason addressing him as his pet.
The silence that followed was heavy and uncomfortable. "A good pet should never ask for a favour from its master, but be content with what it is given," Raoul replied after a moment in a half-hearted attempt to deflect Iason's question. Of course, this did not stop masters from spoiling their pets rotten, turning them into capricious little divas that terrorised furniture and other pets. Raoul considered such behaviour incredibly bad form. "However, if I were to ask a favour of you, it would be something small and humble, like a drink or having my hair brushed." Iason had provided him with an opportunity to undo his lie while letting him keep his pride intact, and Raoul, after a quick appraisal of the situation and its possible outcomes, decided that he did not want to risk angering his friend and spoiling the mood between them. "Or perhaps a kiss or two," he added quietly. "Nothing that would inconvenience my master."
Iason continued to brush Raoul's hair through the silence, with all the patience of a hunter. His pet's initial answer was dissatisfactory, raising a brow from the cyborg. But then Raoul continued, and his dissatisfaction dissipated. The other Blondie understood him well enough to know what pleased or angered him. Iason smiled, the edges of his eyes curving with affection before he leaned down to nibble on the rim of Raoul's ear.
"There's no such thing as a perfect pet, and pets are meant to burden their masters. Otherwise they would not be so helpless." A low timbre coaxed softly by Raoul's ear, before Iason straightened and set the brush aside, having completed his task. He then took Raoul's hand in his own, leading him lightly to his seat, and pulling his pet onto his lap. One thing Raoul was right about, he did enjoy having his pets on his lap and in his arms. The intimacy was very comfortable for the Blondie, when he acknowledged said pet.
"You've behaved very well. And it's of my opinion that good pets should be spoiled." Iason's hand caressed the side of Raoul's face, before bringing him in closer to kiss. His pet's admission moments ago was adorable and Iason was more than willing to indulge Raoul's request. With a hand keeping Raoul's head from moving away and an arm around that waist to support and also hold him close, trapping his pet within his range, Iason savored the slow tender kiss between them.
