"A-ah... What?" Kire was confused by the unexpected wishes of the imperious guest.
"What are you afraid of? I want to touch you!" He patted his strong thigh, covered with the thick fabric of dark trousers, invitingly.
Such an insistent demand again sent sharp shivers down the young man's spine. Did the Overlord himself desire him? This powerful black-winged vampire with a hunter gaze... What to do? Run without looking back? Useless…
"Touch me!?" Kire asked tensely.
"Just a squeeze," Rohen explained with smile. "Don't be afraid! I won't scratch or bite you! Don't be so constrained by my request. Relax…"
"Is this... so necessary for you?" Kire widened his eyes, fully aware that this man, taller by a head and larger in size, would definitely not limit himself to stroking.
Young Duke was clearly seen as a toy to please and no saving solution has come to mind.
"Yes... very. Comfort me!" Rohen's words sounded like an order.
