Still not quite ready to submit, Lysander reached between them and grabbed Nicasi's cock, pulling him closer with the tight clench of his fingers so that their bodies were flush against each other.
Nicasi's grip in Lysander's hair loosened when Lysander slid his hands behind his ass and dug his fingers into the flesh, pinning his hips in place so their erections rubbed against each other. Nicasi loved that intimate and natural feeling of being aroused as one, and Lysander knew it.
A quiet voice brushed against the side of Nicasi's neck. "I'll earn your forgiveness. In whatever way you like. For as long as you like."
The words sounded like a cool assertion rather than any kind of surrender, as if Lysander would still be the one claiming the victory and the prize that went along with it no matter what.
