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Thinking about his head resting on top of the lap of luxury, the heat of his Lord's thigh leaving pleasant tingles on his cheek, of his nose tucked towards the other man's groin where the Lord's scent is thickest

Thinking about the pillows that cushion Duncan's knees. Silk stuffed with goose feathers, a softness provided by his Lord, a law set in stone if they were to continue with Duncan's game

Thinking about fingers burrowing into ginger hair, the gentle tug of small knots getting caught, the slight sting of nails on the scalp, the small whimpers of pleasure muffled into trousers

Thinking about Duncan's shivers as his Lord's touch becomes true petting. Open palm smoothing over Duncan's head, loosely gripping at his nape, and massaging in-between his shoulders

Thinking about the moan that slips through Duncan's lips as his Lord drags the blunt side of fingernails along his neck, and under his chin, and behind his ear

Thinking about a snap of fingers that brings Duncan's gaze up, already vibrating in excitement, and the sight of a finger pointing down at his Lord's leg

Thinking about him following the silent command with the enthusiasm of any good hunting hound and humping against the side of his Lord's calf, never breaking eye contact

Thinking about Duncan stuttering at the first rut, an unexpected cool patch already formed in the front of his braies, and flushing bright red in shame at finding that he'd been unknowingly drooling like a dirty mutt

Thinking about how he openly pants with his tongue sticking out, and every noise openly thrown out into the air, and tears openly flowing because there's too much friction but not enough at the same time

Thinking about how quickly he comes, how his prick had been begging for attention for what feels like forever, how it only takes a few minutes of frantic thrusting to find euphoric relief