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Finally arriving at his rooms, he walked straight into the bathing room. Once he had refreshed himself, he donned a light house skirt and padded out to the inviting chaise long before the wide-open balcony, flinging one arm behind him, the other resting on his defined abdomen. The sounds of birdsong and the hum of insects in the gardens below were lulling him into a state of semi-vigil, he felt languid – and lustful.
A knock at his door spoilt the peaceful moment, yet it brought with it the prospect of some afternoon loving, and so he strolled to the door and opened it.
From Harvest, Chapter 3 [warning: slash and mature content].
In the same collection:
Chapter 1: The Valar command you
Chapter 2: No small thanks to my relentless sword master
Chapter 3: Lovers will come and go
Chapter 4: The special bond
Chapter 5: Don't say goodbye