[His breath catches as those slick fingers slide over his cock and delve between his thighs to whisper against his balls and converge on his hole. The heady herbal scent rising around him pulls him back to that long gone afternoon on the settee, when Cardan had cracked open for him a world of possibilities he'd never considered. Again, he brings him somewhere new. This sharp edge of anticipation is familiar, but the coaxing of Cardan's fingertip against his hole, the muscle giving way to his probing — this is a thrill unknown until now. With a soft groan, Nikolai braces himself against the window by the clasp of his bound hands.
At Cardan's warning, his eyes land on the approaching figure. His heart and stomach are a fluttering clash of so many invisible wings. A turn of the head and this stranger would see him, all of him, on display. But all Nikolai says, twisting to look at Cardan over his shoulder, is:]
Let him wish he were in here with us.
[Because for him, it's not a wish at this point — it's a need.]
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At Cardan's warning, his eyes land on the approaching figure. His heart and stomach are a fluttering clash of so many invisible wings. A turn of the head and this stranger would see him, all of him, on display. But all Nikolai says, twisting to look at Cardan over his shoulder, is:]
Let him wish he were in here with us.
[Because for him, it's not a wish at this point — it's a need.]