Careful, he bites.

“Aidan.” The Irish wolf replied easily, watching the other as he approached the bars of his cell. He leaned against one wall, arms folded loosely across his chest as he watched the guards. Aidan made sure his body language was anything but hostile, no need to send the wrong message and get a beating. “Am I going to get a walk?” He asked curiously.

"Aidan.” He repeated. It wasn’t his first guest, or tenth, but the name suited the beautiful and quiet slave in front of him. “You could be. But before the door is unlocked, I have to be convinced you deserve one. Especially with the likes of me, darling. Any chance you’d make your own case?”

“Well, I’d rather not be behind them.” Aidan answered, the wolf watching the Master curiously. He didn’t mind the way he was assessed, far too used to it, but he did some assessing of his own, just made sure he wasn’t obvious about it.

“Who would? With legs like those you should be sauntering about.” The master fingered one of the cool bars, tapping it gently while going over his options. There hadn’t been a slave to catch his attention in some while, and yet there he was. “What do they call you?” He glanced behind them, catching hold of one of the guards, just in case. 

“Sorry, you have my attention.” 

“Excellent. What’s a pretty thing like you still doing behind bars like these?” Edward spoke, eying the newest addition. There was no denying the boy in front of him won in the looks department. Hand over fist. 

“Did you want something?”

“Your attention for starters. Look how well that’s worked out for me so far.”

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“Oh you know me, lingering nearby, always hoping for some attention. I might get a bit cranky if you don’t, and we all know what happens then.. Speaking of which, I finally decided to get the hand bronzed. A little trophy for the piano. What do you think?”

“I admire the change in routine.” Edward said, winking quickly as he returned the once over. “I’m going to join you.” Not one for wasting time with foolish invitations, the master took a seat, his arms flexing once crossed against his chest. “What’ve I missed so far, darling?”

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Too hard? I don’t think such a thing exists, and if it does.. 

“Can’t a girl just sit on a bench in peace?”

“She could, but then where would the fun be in that?”

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“By minding you own business you mean watching chaos unfold, yes?”

Ben listenned attentively like a good little boy would, resisting to smirk until he felt the boy’s crotch against his. There was no denial, both men had big cocks either flaccid or erected, but Ben didn’t care at all for the size of other boys’ cock, he was more interested in their ass and tight asshole that he could breed for days. The guard shamelessly slipped his hand into Edward’s pants at the back, squeezing his ass. “Stop it darling or I’ll start believing you’re trying to impress me… Whatever you say Edward, I’ll have you bend over a flat surface with my tongue fucking you and I’ll eat that hole until you forget you’re a master…”

“Impress you? Now that’s a thought.” He prepared to continue the banter, but the assertive and strong hand stole both his words and attention as the grip of his ass forced him even closer. “-- Someone is finally catching on.” He growled, leaning forwards to snap his teeth close against the others lips, barely a nip as he let their thick builds rock together. “Though I’d hate to disappoint. It’s the best thing your kind will ever taste.” The master took hold of the guard's hand and shifted until fingertips came along the crease. “Enjoy this memory.” He said finally, moving back and freeing himself from the hold. “Maybe next time you’ll do more than play with what you could be feasting on, darling.”