My rp partner: The northerner’s arms bent behind him to hold himself up, long legs wrapping tightly around Ysmaine’s waist to draw him deeper inside. It was a visual shock; a lean, muscular man with a body that spoke of the scars of battle, his eyes covered, teeth and lips violated by a ball strapped across his face, and bound cock oozing and straining as he was fucked by an elegant man in the finest jewels and most delicate trinkets.

Me: The queen smirked, he’d always liked that particular contrast, made him feel a bit like strength out of the tarot deck.  He fucked him a bit harder at the thought as he caught sight of them in one of the mirrors he’d had brought along.  His deceptively slender frame, milky skin unmarked by scar contrasting quite beautifully with his bound vision of particularly beautiful manly perfection.  It was a bit like catching sight of a fairytale princess schtupping her heroic knight, he fucked him really quite a bit harder at that latter thought