What the f is going on?
Zamir felt reluctant to leave. Pleasure had been something that had ruined emperors and kings. It was not surprising that he as well fell under its thrall.
He bent over Augustus' neck, biting and sucking. Augustus squirmed as he turned around to avoid Zamir.
"Too early...Sleep."
Zamir chuckled at his sleepy voice. His pale, beautiful finger rubbed against Augustus's throat. It is a pity that they were in Portia and not his private pavilion or better still, his home. He had always felt that August's neck was more beautiful, collared and leashed.
That public display of ownership excited Zamir so much. The bulge in his robes got even bigger that he had to take a calming breath.
He still felt horny and aroused. Perhaps, it is because of the lack of practice but Augustus had fainted after the fifth round. Zamir took Augustus's hand into his and he began to make some circles into his hands.