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Adam wasn’t aware that what he could be doing could be considered rude or out of line; Adam just wanted to help the guard. Adam carefully led Christian to the couch and eased him down, his brow furrowing slightly once he realized this was about as far as his knowledge went for dealing with someone who was drunk. Adam chewed on his lip for a moment before going a retrieving Christian a cup of cold water. “Here….” Adam offered it to Christian, forcing his eyes to stay on the other’s and away from that noticeable bulge in his pants. “I-I don’t know any tricks to help you sober up…so this is the best I got…”

"The help I needed was never about sobering up," Christian clarified and slowly rearranged the erection in his pants. The slower his fingers moved, the more uneasy he was making the boy, which pleased a sadistic side of Christian he didn't know he possessed. He did take the water and drank a sip, but frowned at the taste. The only liquids he had taken for months were variations of alcohol. 

Christian stayed in place at Adam's first pull, but decided to amuse himself and let the slave lead him into his office and down the couch. He remained silent, waiting to see how far the boy intended to go, before a smack across the face reminded him who was in charge. His eyes stayed on the human's face, curious and hazy, thanks to the alcohol, but focused. 

Adam flinched slightly at the other’s snapping tone, his shoulders rolling up slightly like he was expecting to get hit before he relaxed only a few moments later with a soft, barely there ‘sorry sir’. Adam worried his lip, wondering if it was a blessing that Leon had yet to truly fuck him or if it was a curse…as of right now Adam was feeling like it was a curse. He was so desperate for any sort of connection from anyone that would give it to him that he could possibly find himself in a dangerous situation. “He-he is straight…” Adam tried to explain oddly, his voice soft and almost embarrassed. “…my owner…I-I don’t think he is interested in me…” Adam glanced down the hall once again, looking back up at Christian. “…are you sure you don’t want to lay down?”

"I'm sure," he confirmed, crossing his arms before his chest. "If your master allows it, I can fuck your pretty brains out. But he will have to be there." It was the only way to assure his wolf half wouldn't get possessive, not when the true owner was there, eyes on his property. He did sympathize for the kid being claimed by someone who didn't have any interest in using him the way Adam clearly wanted to be used. "You have hands for a reason, boy. Use them."

The guard’s comment caught Adam’s attention, making his eyes widen and his cheeks bloom in an embarrassed blush. It wasn’t because he was blind to Christian’s aliment at the moment, but because that was exactly what Adam would want as well as craved. Adam swallowed thickly, blinking and looking down quickly to hide his blush as a sharp spike of arousal twisted his gut.

"Don't get hot for me, boy," he cut the other, after smelling his obvious desire. "Shame you're not taken care of, but I have a personal rule to avoid getting intimate with claimed slaves. I'd hate to break it when it hasn't even been a month since I decided on it."

Adam’s face grew more worried, his eyes never leaving Christian’s as the other stepped closer. “Wh-what? Are you ok, sir?” Adam moved closer, standing on his tip toes to try to get a better look at the other’s face. Adam’s worry was making him painfully blind to the other’s obvious arousal as he caught the whiff of alcohol. “Um…lets-lets get you laying down…” Adam tried to suggest, glancing down the hall to try to find the direction for the other’s office. 

Christian raised an eyebrow. "You like to do the riding? Hm. And here I thought you'd enjoy being manhandled and tossed around till I filled up your little firm ass with werewolf seed."

Mm...

Mm...

Adam continued to look worried at the guard, not realizing that the flushed face could be anything else other then the guard being drunk. “Do….do you not want help?” Adam asked, knowing the other didnt exactly react well when Adam referenced drinking.

Christian pushed himself off the wall and turned to face the slave, erection visible in his pants, even in the dim light of the Chateau at night. He walked closer to the boy, looking at him with a lifted chin, eyes hazy from the alcohol. "Good offer, but I don't get involved with claimed slaves.."

Adam watched the other from afar, chewing on his lip nervously before speaking. “Um…ex-excuse me?” Adam called out, stepping closer to the other as he fiddled with his bracelet with a worried look on his face. “Do you need help with that?”

Christian looked up, face feeling feverish from the rush of blood down his cock. "Do you realize what you're offering, boy?'

Mm...