[Fic:] Not a Change, just an Adjustment Chapter 19
Title: Chapter 19 El Intermideo III
Author :
smirkingcat
Rating: NC-17
Word Count : 2.820
Notes: this chapter and i... let’s just say we had a rough time, thats why there is this huge delay - though i am not passing the opportunity to put parshial blame on my beta’s weather, which was melting her; bad weather!
find part one
lj,
dw
still all the thanks and gratitude to
themightyflynn for the beta, even during heat-wave!
used for
hp_bunintheoven May prompt 2: Balloons
Summary: What happens in Spain, does not stay in Spain. Part Three
Warnings: fluff, flangst, mpreg, D/s- subtext, OOC, heavy future angst planned this chapter: present tense
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 19 El Intermideo III
To my insolent pet,
Since you fear the wrath of your mother more, than my disappointment about the loss of our time together, I think I am perfectly well within my rights to demand some reparations.
Your departure, after all, did disrupt my plans.
To that end, I have taken the liberty of providing you with an observer crystal. These are mainly used to guard something that cannot be guarded with magic. They are charmed to take in everything that is happening around them.
Tonight, before you go to sleep I want you to put on a show for me, so that I can enjoy myself. I want you to get all hot and bothered, and you will describe what you are feeling.
However, since you have abandoned me, you certainly do require some form of punishment. As such, you shall be on the brink of orgasm, but you are not allowed to come.
And Boy, do not think you can fool me, I know you and your body, and I know what you look like when you are ready to come.
I expect the observer crystal back tomorrow morning.
Severus Snape
Blaise stares first at the letter then at the observer crystal. This is quite some impressive magic, and certainly not at all easy to come by. One should never underestimate Severus.
The letter on the other hand is... before he can put his feelings into words, he notices the upwards tuck at his lips.
He feels claimed, and taken care of. Even with a continent between them, his Master makes sure that he knows to whom he belongs. It is such a relief. And for certain, this also means that, in a way, Severus will have forgiven him when he comes home.
As his eyes skim over the letter again, certain phrases jump out to him. He likes to put a show on for Severus; that is how he managed to seduce the older man in the first place. But until now he was always able to see Severus’ reaction, and that was what made it hot for him.
The worrisome thing is that he is not allowed to come. Certainly, they have played around with orgasm denial, and it is hot, but usually at the end of the night, Severus would allow him to come in the most satisfactory way. But that is not what ultimately has to be tonight, given when Severus expects to have the crystal back.
Oh, he has to set wards. Not that he thinks his mother will come looking, but there is no need to worry about such things, especially when his Master wants him talking. Something he is rather bad at, and tries to get out of as often as he can. It just feels weird. And compared to Severus, he certainly doesn't have all the right words. With a heavy sigh, he puts the letter and the crystal observer in his nightstand drawer for later. He now has to unpack and then socialise with his mother. Though, he tries to focus on what he is doing, and dressing as he should, his thoughts always drift back to the letter, and what Severus wants from him. And how he could use it to drive his Master a bit mad as well, just for the fun of it.
Later that evening, when he returns alone from the outing with his mother and a lavish dinner with Flaminio, he makes his way to the library.
Flaminio, as far as his mother's conquests go, is a pleasant, sharp-minded man, and Blaise enjoyed the dinner a lot. He can see why his mother is drawn to Flaminio. And, though Flaminio had tried to hide it, he certainly is aware of his mother's reputation and acts accordingly. Behaviour Blaise approves of, especially as the man is a fascinating conversationalist. It might actually take a few years for his mother to get bored and rid of the man. Blaise might even come and visit Flaminio again.
In the library, Blaise searches for a book that can tell him how one uses an observer crystal, since he has not come across such a thing before, and Severus refused to put instructions in his letter. Most likely to annoy him that tiny bit more. Not that he is complaining, because it proves that Severus cares as well.
When he finds a book that, at a glance, seems rather helpful, he takes it with him back to his room. Entering his rooms he sets some strong privacy wards just to be sure. His mother sometimes has rather odd interpretations about privacy and manners. And for tonight, he doesn't want to be disturbed.
It takes him only about twenty minutes to figure out how to use the observer crystal for his purpose. It fascinates him more than he expected. Observer crystals are not only expensive because it is made out of pure rock crystal polished to perfection, but also because of the massive amount of spells inlaid in the crystal. These things take over five years to be created, and there are only two manufacturers in the world. Rare does not even describe them. Especially due to their unfortunate weak point of taking in too much magic. So, over the years it will break them. It's apparently a side effect of the quartz and interacting with some of the observing spells.
He certainly would look deeper into observer crystals tomorrow, but for tonight he has an order to fulfil. And, when he sets the book aside to go to his nightstand and get the crystal, his nerves start to flare up. This is different than having his Master in the room with him. Sitting in his chair, watching every move Blaise makes, teasing Blaise with his presence but not allowing to be touched.
This will just be him. Alone. Not exactly the mood that makes him want to have some sexy time. But then, it isn't about his comfort. It is about an order his Master gave him, and putting on a good show, which could almost classify as revenge.
With a flick of his wand, he makes the observer crystal hover over the bed, before he activates the inlaid spell which is supposed to focus on the caster. He can only hope that it works, otherwise his punishment will be one he is going to remember.
He then tries to ignore the crystal which is floating over the bed a bit like a see-through balloon, and instead thinks about Severus. He imagines Severus sitting right across the room watching every move he is making with his intense eyes.
Blaise never found it difficult be naked in front of others, to be looked at, since he has always been told how beautiful he is. And Severus himself has on occasion remarked on Blaise’s beauty.
Still, this is a bit odd. And he can‘t put his finger on it, but his nerves seem to be getting the better of him. Not that he will allow that to show. He has a revenge to enact and he will make it good.
His lips move into a cocky smile, as he thinks of all the ways he can tempt his Master, who will be utterly unable to touch him.
He starts with opening the buttons on his shirt, letting his fingers every so often caress his skin beneath before moving to the next one. After he opens the last button on his shirt he continues with the button on his trousers and slowly moves down the zipper.
He isn‘t hard yet, as he has plans, and tries hard not to think about the effect his plans may have on his Master, while at the same time following them. Though, in a show of defiance he just lets his shirt drop to the floor and does not spell it on a hanger, as his Master prefers he does. His Master is not here... and most likely he will pay for it later, which is a bonus.
After the shirt, he removes his trousers, and his socks, letting them join the shirt on the floor. Getting on the bed in his pants is the easy part. Figuring out how he wants to position himself on the bed, on the other hand, is hard. Does he want to lean against the head rest? Would Severus enjoy it more if he were on his knees, chest to the mattress? In the end he decides to lie down on top of the bed for two reasons: first it would be comfortable. And if he had ever learned anything from his mother, then it was the fact that being comfortable and confident multiplies your sex-appeal. The other reason is that it would show off his body better than any other position. And Severus has told him often that his body begged to be touched, which he doesn't deny, but at the same time is not certain what it means.
There is a twitch around his lips, which is hard to fight for him. Though, no matter how amused he is, it doesn't help the fact that Severus ordered him to talk. That is not scary, but it makes him feel a bit stupid. There is a difference between talking to someone who can hear you, or talking to an empty room and a flying crystal. However pondering the difference is highly unlikely to help him now. So he cuts off that train of thought, and focuses more on the here and now.
The mattress is not too soft but also not too hard below him, his sheets are the finest quality of silk available, and there is a soft breeze coming in from the windows. Even as he has tried to stay as relaxed as possible, tension has seeped into his body. So he closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths, letting his fingers slowly slide over his sides and chest. Sometimes down to the naval, sometimes higher to his throat.
"I wish I were with you - and don't frown, I know you are. I do not mean it in the cliché sense of the sentence. What I mean is that being in a room with you, hearing you breathe, watching you watch me, there is tension there, but the good kind, the one that makes my skin tingle and the anticipation grow," Blaise starts simply, letting his thoughts be clad in words.
He imagines the searing heat that grows in those sharp, dark eyes. Not removing the sharpness but adding to it. The best part about Severus getting aroused, though, is the colour that moves into his skin, making him a soft pink all over, except for his erection. As a Master, Severus likes to keep his trousers on, or lose them at the last moment. It’s a habit that Blaise rather enjoys, because Severus looked good erect in his trousers. And, as an added bonus the times they are both naked is all the more special, feels more intimate, softer.
Thinking about Severus, about the things they share, makes his blood rush, and with every movement of his hand, he lets it move deeper. He enjoys his cock filling and getting hard, the innate knowledge that right now he is on display for his Master’s enjoyment. Fulfilling an order adds sweetness unbeknown to most.
"If you were here, you would tell me what you liked, tell me what you want to hear, talking on my own is not so easy," he says softly, his fingers tracing over his erection without really touching it.
The excitement that accompanies him wanking right now is a highlight also. It's not that he never takes time to pleasure himself, he does, but knowing that Severus will see it later, will enjoy it without Blaise actually being there. It is different and exciting.
Touching his own cock, lets his mind wander to Severus' cock. The only word he has for his Master's cock is magnificent. He likes the girth of it, but also the veining. It gives him great pleasure, when it is filling him, or when he is caressing it with his lips and tongue, worshiping his Master.
And then he remembers the order to talk. He has already used up all the defiance he has in him, when he let his clothes fall on the floor instead of putting them away, so he tries to think of what would be most pleasing for his Master.
"I am getting this hard just from thinking about your cock, from the want of having it in my mouth, tasting you. This makes me remember why I usually wank in the shower. This is a bit lonely, and I miss your scent, and your presence," Blaise whispers, a wave of longing rushing through him. "A week without being fucked by you right now feels incredibly long."
He is well aware that a week is not long. And that there are months when their schedules do not align, but at the moment, the frustration of wanting to be fucked and knowing it’s not going to happen is getting to him.
"Do not smirk at me, I know you are," he then whispers.
He can hear Severus' voice in his head, telling him how desperate he is, telling him how wanton and desperate he behaves.
"I am only this way for you, Sir," he moans, as his hand movement speeds up.
I want you to enjoy yourself, he hears in his mind. The voice low and silky, making him shiver.
"Sihir," Blaise purrs, wishing for the long, callused fingers to touch him.
Arousal is burning though his body, as in his mind he sees the heated eyes of his Master travelling over his body, admiring Blaise's beauty, but also knowing that it was all just for him. He wants to be good for his Master, he wants to earn his Master's praise.
"Your touch would feel so much better than mine. You always have a way of touching me in the most arousing way," Blaise whispered, trying to follow the order.
With every slide of his hand, the movement gained speed, and Blaise spread his legs even further.
Suddenly imagining how Severus will watch him later, will most likely pleasure himself, while watching him, it no longer feels odd; rather it feels exciting and thrilling.
He lets his other hand slowly drop lower to his balls, letting his fingers caress them ever so softly, imagining how Severus usually kisses him there so slightly, teasing him, driving him crazy.
"Would prefer you here with me"; his whispers. His throat starts to feel dry, as he can no longer hold back the soft moans.
"To hahahzy in the mind to- to - to- talk," he offers. If his Sir were here, it would ground him differently. He knows he has an order to fulfil, but at the same time he is alone, wanking. And it was in the way his Master had ordered him to do this. Blaise is certain his Sir wants him to show how he wanks on his own.
"Can't hold back much longer," he groans, as his toes curl in on themselves and his muscles contract. His breath is heavy and it takes all his self composure to stop his hand from moving. It takes even more iron will to let go of his erection and lay back on the bed. He tries to get his breath back under control while he lays on top of the bed, eyes closed.
He can see his Master’s satisfied face. He is, after all, well aware that his orgasms are no longer his own. It is what he has chosen. At the moment, however, everything in him begs him to ignore his Master’s order, and get the sweet, sweet release. So he dares not to move.
After a few minutes Blaise opens his eyes again, and looks up to the crystal.
"I hope this will be satisfactory for you, sir. And I wish you a good night." He lets his lips move into a lazy smile, before he grabs his wand and cancels the spell.
With a lot of effort, Blaise moves himself out of the bed, and goes to the window, where he calls for his owl. While waiting for it, he puts the observer crystal back into the box it arrived in. For a moment he thinks about writing a letter as well, but he is too tired to do so now. Severus wanted the crystal on the same day, but he can certainly wait for a letter for a few more hours. Especially since he is well aware of how sleepy Blaise gets after an orgasm.
After he has watched the owl fly out of sight and hopefully towards Great Britain, he goes back to bed, and drops off to sleep.
Chapter 20: on lj | on dw This entry was originally posted at https://smirkingcat.dreamwidth.org/116109.html comments will be seen sooner over at @lj
Author :
smirkingcat
Rating: NC-17
Word Count : 2.820
Notes: this chapter and i... let’s just say we had a rough time, thats why there is this huge delay - though i am not passing the opportunity to put parshial blame on my beta’s weather, which was melting her; bad weather!
find part one
lj,
dw
still all the thanks and gratitude to
themightyflynn for the beta, even during heat-wave!
used for
hp_bunintheoven May prompt 2: Balloons
Summary: What happens in Spain, does not stay in Spain. Part Three
Warnings: fluff, flangst, mpreg, D/s- subtext, OOC, heavy future angst planned this chapter: present tense
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 19 El Intermideo III
To my insolent pet,
Since you fear the wrath of your mother more, than my disappointment about the loss of our time together, I think I am perfectly well within my rights to demand some reparations.
Your departure, after all, did disrupt my plans.
To that end, I have taken the liberty of providing you with an observer crystal. These are mainly used to guard something that cannot be guarded with magic. They are charmed to take in everything that is happening around them.
Tonight, before you go to sleep I want you to put on a show for me, so that I can enjoy myself. I want you to get all hot and bothered, and you will describe what you are feeling.
However, since you have abandoned me, you certainly do require some form of punishment. As such, you shall be on the brink of orgasm, but you are not allowed to come.
And Boy, do not think you can fool me, I know you and your body, and I know what you look like when you are ready to come.
I expect the observer crystal back tomorrow morning.
Severus Snape
Blaise stares first at the letter then at the observer crystal. This is quite some impressive magic, and certainly not at all easy to come by. One should never underestimate Severus.
The letter on the other hand is... before he can put his feelings into words, he notices the upwards tuck at his lips.
He feels claimed, and taken care of. Even with a continent between them, his Master makes sure that he knows to whom he belongs. It is such a relief. And for certain, this also means that, in a way, Severus will have forgiven him when he comes home.
As his eyes skim over the letter again, certain phrases jump out to him. He likes to put a show on for Severus; that is how he managed to seduce the older man in the first place. But until now he was always able to see Severus’ reaction, and that was what made it hot for him.
The worrisome thing is that he is not allowed to come. Certainly, they have played around with orgasm denial, and it is hot, but usually at the end of the night, Severus would allow him to come in the most satisfactory way. But that is not what ultimately has to be tonight, given when Severus expects to have the crystal back.
Oh, he has to set wards. Not that he thinks his mother will come looking, but there is no need to worry about such things, especially when his Master wants him talking. Something he is rather bad at, and tries to get out of as often as he can. It just feels weird. And compared to Severus, he certainly doesn't have all the right words. With a heavy sigh, he puts the letter and the crystal observer in his nightstand drawer for later. He now has to unpack and then socialise with his mother. Though, he tries to focus on what he is doing, and dressing as he should, his thoughts always drift back to the letter, and what Severus wants from him. And how he could use it to drive his Master a bit mad as well, just for the fun of it.
Later that evening, when he returns alone from the outing with his mother and a lavish dinner with Flaminio, he makes his way to the library.
Flaminio, as far as his mother's conquests go, is a pleasant, sharp-minded man, and Blaise enjoyed the dinner a lot. He can see why his mother is drawn to Flaminio. And, though Flaminio had tried to hide it, he certainly is aware of his mother's reputation and acts accordingly. Behaviour Blaise approves of, especially as the man is a fascinating conversationalist. It might actually take a few years for his mother to get bored and rid of the man. Blaise might even come and visit Flaminio again.
In the library, Blaise searches for a book that can tell him how one uses an observer crystal, since he has not come across such a thing before, and Severus refused to put instructions in his letter. Most likely to annoy him that tiny bit more. Not that he is complaining, because it proves that Severus cares as well.
When he finds a book that, at a glance, seems rather helpful, he takes it with him back to his room. Entering his rooms he sets some strong privacy wards just to be sure. His mother sometimes has rather odd interpretations about privacy and manners. And for tonight, he doesn't want to be disturbed.
It takes him only about twenty minutes to figure out how to use the observer crystal for his purpose. It fascinates him more than he expected. Observer crystals are not only expensive because it is made out of pure rock crystal polished to perfection, but also because of the massive amount of spells inlaid in the crystal. These things take over five years to be created, and there are only two manufacturers in the world. Rare does not even describe them. Especially due to their unfortunate weak point of taking in too much magic. So, over the years it will break them. It's apparently a side effect of the quartz and interacting with some of the observing spells.
He certainly would look deeper into observer crystals tomorrow, but for tonight he has an order to fulfil. And, when he sets the book aside to go to his nightstand and get the crystal, his nerves start to flare up. This is different than having his Master in the room with him. Sitting in his chair, watching every move Blaise makes, teasing Blaise with his presence but not allowing to be touched.
This will just be him. Alone. Not exactly the mood that makes him want to have some sexy time. But then, it isn't about his comfort. It is about an order his Master gave him, and putting on a good show, which could almost classify as revenge.
With a flick of his wand, he makes the observer crystal hover over the bed, before he activates the inlaid spell which is supposed to focus on the caster. He can only hope that it works, otherwise his punishment will be one he is going to remember.
He then tries to ignore the crystal which is floating over the bed a bit like a see-through balloon, and instead thinks about Severus. He imagines Severus sitting right across the room watching every move he is making with his intense eyes.
Blaise never found it difficult be naked in front of others, to be looked at, since he has always been told how beautiful he is. And Severus himself has on occasion remarked on Blaise’s beauty.
Still, this is a bit odd. And he can‘t put his finger on it, but his nerves seem to be getting the better of him. Not that he will allow that to show. He has a revenge to enact and he will make it good.
His lips move into a cocky smile, as he thinks of all the ways he can tempt his Master, who will be utterly unable to touch him.
He starts with opening the buttons on his shirt, letting his fingers every so often caress his skin beneath before moving to the next one. After he opens the last button on his shirt he continues with the button on his trousers and slowly moves down the zipper.
He isn‘t hard yet, as he has plans, and tries hard not to think about the effect his plans may have on his Master, while at the same time following them. Though, in a show of defiance he just lets his shirt drop to the floor and does not spell it on a hanger, as his Master prefers he does. His Master is not here... and most likely he will pay for it later, which is a bonus.
After the shirt, he removes his trousers, and his socks, letting them join the shirt on the floor. Getting on the bed in his pants is the easy part. Figuring out how he wants to position himself on the bed, on the other hand, is hard. Does he want to lean against the head rest? Would Severus enjoy it more if he were on his knees, chest to the mattress? In the end he decides to lie down on top of the bed for two reasons: first it would be comfortable. And if he had ever learned anything from his mother, then it was the fact that being comfortable and confident multiplies your sex-appeal. The other reason is that it would show off his body better than any other position. And Severus has told him often that his body begged to be touched, which he doesn't deny, but at the same time is not certain what it means.
There is a twitch around his lips, which is hard to fight for him. Though, no matter how amused he is, it doesn't help the fact that Severus ordered him to talk. That is not scary, but it makes him feel a bit stupid. There is a difference between talking to someone who can hear you, or talking to an empty room and a flying crystal. However pondering the difference is highly unlikely to help him now. So he cuts off that train of thought, and focuses more on the here and now.
The mattress is not too soft but also not too hard below him, his sheets are the finest quality of silk available, and there is a soft breeze coming in from the windows. Even as he has tried to stay as relaxed as possible, tension has seeped into his body. So he closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths, letting his fingers slowly slide over his sides and chest. Sometimes down to the naval, sometimes higher to his throat.
"I wish I were with you - and don't frown, I know you are. I do not mean it in the cliché sense of the sentence. What I mean is that being in a room with you, hearing you breathe, watching you watch me, there is tension there, but the good kind, the one that makes my skin tingle and the anticipation grow," Blaise starts simply, letting his thoughts be clad in words.
He imagines the searing heat that grows in those sharp, dark eyes. Not removing the sharpness but adding to it. The best part about Severus getting aroused, though, is the colour that moves into his skin, making him a soft pink all over, except for his erection. As a Master, Severus likes to keep his trousers on, or lose them at the last moment. It’s a habit that Blaise rather enjoys, because Severus looked good erect in his trousers. And, as an added bonus the times they are both naked is all the more special, feels more intimate, softer.
Thinking about Severus, about the things they share, makes his blood rush, and with every movement of his hand, he lets it move deeper. He enjoys his cock filling and getting hard, the innate knowledge that right now he is on display for his Master’s enjoyment. Fulfilling an order adds sweetness unbeknown to most.
"If you were here, you would tell me what you liked, tell me what you want to hear, talking on my own is not so easy," he says softly, his fingers tracing over his erection without really touching it.
The excitement that accompanies him wanking right now is a highlight also. It's not that he never takes time to pleasure himself, he does, but knowing that Severus will see it later, will enjoy it without Blaise actually being there. It is different and exciting.
Touching his own cock, lets his mind wander to Severus' cock. The only word he has for his Master's cock is magnificent. He likes the girth of it, but also the veining. It gives him great pleasure, when it is filling him, or when he is caressing it with his lips and tongue, worshiping his Master.
And then he remembers the order to talk. He has already used up all the defiance he has in him, when he let his clothes fall on the floor instead of putting them away, so he tries to think of what would be most pleasing for his Master.
"I am getting this hard just from thinking about your cock, from the want of having it in my mouth, tasting you. This makes me remember why I usually wank in the shower. This is a bit lonely, and I miss your scent, and your presence," Blaise whispers, a wave of longing rushing through him. "A week without being fucked by you right now feels incredibly long."
He is well aware that a week is not long. And that there are months when their schedules do not align, but at the moment, the frustration of wanting to be fucked and knowing it’s not going to happen is getting to him.
"Do not smirk at me, I know you are," he then whispers.
He can hear Severus' voice in his head, telling him how desperate he is, telling him how wanton and desperate he behaves.
"I am only this way for you, Sir," he moans, as his hand movement speeds up.
I want you to enjoy yourself, he hears in his mind. The voice low and silky, making him shiver.
"Sihir," Blaise purrs, wishing for the long, callused fingers to touch him.
Arousal is burning though his body, as in his mind he sees the heated eyes of his Master travelling over his body, admiring Blaise's beauty, but also knowing that it was all just for him. He wants to be good for his Master, he wants to earn his Master's praise.
"Your touch would feel so much better than mine. You always have a way of touching me in the most arousing way," Blaise whispered, trying to follow the order.
With every slide of his hand, the movement gained speed, and Blaise spread his legs even further.
Suddenly imagining how Severus will watch him later, will most likely pleasure himself, while watching him, it no longer feels odd; rather it feels exciting and thrilling.
He lets his other hand slowly drop lower to his balls, letting his fingers caress them ever so softly, imagining how Severus usually kisses him there so slightly, teasing him, driving him crazy.
"Would prefer you here with me"; his whispers. His throat starts to feel dry, as he can no longer hold back the soft moans.
"To hahahzy in the mind to- to - to- talk," he offers. If his Sir were here, it would ground him differently. He knows he has an order to fulfil, but at the same time he is alone, wanking. And it was in the way his Master had ordered him to do this. Blaise is certain his Sir wants him to show how he wanks on his own.
"Can't hold back much longer," he groans, as his toes curl in on themselves and his muscles contract. His breath is heavy and it takes all his self composure to stop his hand from moving. It takes even more iron will to let go of his erection and lay back on the bed. He tries to get his breath back under control while he lays on top of the bed, eyes closed.
He can see his Master’s satisfied face. He is, after all, well aware that his orgasms are no longer his own. It is what he has chosen. At the moment, however, everything in him begs him to ignore his Master’s order, and get the sweet, sweet release. So he dares not to move.
After a few minutes Blaise opens his eyes again, and looks up to the crystal.
"I hope this will be satisfactory for you, sir. And I wish you a good night." He lets his lips move into a lazy smile, before he grabs his wand and cancels the spell.
With a lot of effort, Blaise moves himself out of the bed, and goes to the window, where he calls for his owl. While waiting for it, he puts the observer crystal back into the box it arrived in. For a moment he thinks about writing a letter as well, but he is too tired to do so now. Severus wanted the crystal on the same day, but he can certainly wait for a letter for a few more hours. Especially since he is well aware of how sleepy Blaise gets after an orgasm.
After he has watched the owl fly out of sight and hopefully towards Great Britain, he goes back to bed, and drops off to sleep.
Chapter 20: on lj | on dw This entry was originally posted at https://smirkingcat.dreamwidth.org/116109.html comments will be seen sooner over at @lj