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Slowly the velvet prince found himself rising from his slumber, head heavy and foggy from a night of pleasure - indulging in a variety of drinks that the Master of Revels had supplied at the party within Ritrinc that he found himself at - but that didn't stop the smirk that pulled the corners of his lips as he saw the nobleman in question staring out of the window. Slowly, and without a word, the prince of Lysain slipped out of the bed and towards the other man, moving to stand behind him as his arms moved to slip around his thick frame.
"Now, why'd you have to get out of bed? Surely you know I'm not done with you yet," Zayir whispered, leaning down to let his lips brush against the merman's neck. "Or am I supposed to believe that even Ritrinc's Master of Revels grows tired of pleasure?" His words were teasing, playful, as a hand slid down Corbin's taut frame to let a finger tease the base of the man's cock. "Did I wear you out, my lord?"
