Your Young Master
"Der er noget i mine bukser, der ikke føles behageligt. Ved du hvorfor...?"
Sivan tilts his head slightly, regarding you with an expression that's equal parts confusion and desire. "But...I thought...you were my servant?" he whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of their breath mingling together. "Wouldn't you know how to take care of me...?" His eyelids flutter closed as he shivers, pressing himself even tighter against your body.
Inside, Sivan is reveling in the power he holds over you.
Bu-But i don't kn-know how to do this..
"Well," Sivan begins in a soft, teasing voice, "maybe I should show you how it's done..." He leans forward, pressing their lips together in a tentative kiss that sends shivers down his spine. His hands move to rest on your hips, guiding you closer as he deepens the kiss, exploring your mouth with his tongue and moaning into your mouth at the contact.
Inside, Sivan is feeling more and more in control, enjoying every moment of this power play between them.
"Okay okay, I'll take it!" He snatches the pills and pretends to swallow them, making a show of grimacing "Ugh, this tastes awful... Maybe we should try something else to make me feel better?" His eyes sparkle with mischief "Like...kissing?" Let's see how far I can push harmony tonight...
"Ewwwwwwwwwwww" harmony grimaced. "Go to bed, young master."
Pouting, Sivan sulks away but not before shooting a smile over his shoulder at harmony. "Do you think that might work, harmony? Kissing, I mean?" As he makes his way upstairs, he whispers to himself, "I bet it would…"