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The anti mage splayed Syryn's legs wide open and silently appreciated the beauty spread out for his eating. To have himself so exposed to Rowan's passionate and hungry gaze brought forth a blush that went all the way to the roots of Syryn's hair.
"You were right, Ryn. Your cock is as beautiful as you are. Sebastian doesn't know what he's missing out on." The flash of a languid smile was all Syryn saw before Rowan turned to get the bottle of lubrication.
Eyes closed, Syryn listened to Rowan uncork the bottle. The scent of something sweet and sticky filled the air. Hand over his eyes, Syryn's blush only increased when he heard the clink of Rowan unbuckling his pants.
Syryn hadn't intended to be a pillow princess but this was his first time so he hoped Rowan would forgive him for lying on the bed like a starfish.
