Wolves' Wake, Flushed Faces (2)

Mikael felt the warm liquid leaking down his legs, making his flushed face even redder. Embarrassed yet curious, he hesitantly lowered his gaze, following the trail of sticky moisture in his inner thighs.

Quickly, he snapped his gaze back up towards Nicolaus, to meet the amused glint in his golden eyes.

"Your hole is a little eager, wife. I only used my fingers," Nicolaus commented in a teasing tone while he trailed his fingers through the slick residue. "Did I overfill you? You are soaking wet down here."

"…St, Stop talking li, like that!" Mikael stammered, his voice faltering from Nicolaus' unfiltered words. His ears burned even hotter; he could not help but wonder, 'Doesn't he ever feel embarrassed by the things he says?'

Nicolaus, however, felt no embarrassment in the slightest. In fact, he was captivated by the sight in front of him; his eyes were completely glued on Mikael's flushed, bare body, unable to tear them away.