Rook snorts again. Ulysse is far too invested in making things even and fair. It must be a personality thing...
He funnels a little bit of magic through his fingers, crooking one of them at the bottles that have been left on a little shelf by the tub. There are some salts and oils for the bath, and one that looks clean enough that he is willing to explore the contents of it. It's knocked off the shelf as if a wind blew to it, but it carries a little too far, ending just near enough on the bed that Rook can grab it.
"Stop worrying about it," he tells Ulysse, breathing the words beside his ear. "You look and sound like a lazy queen right now," he teases while he works the bottle open and some of the oil only his palm. It ends up neatly on his cock soon after. "I like it." The last is whispered against Ulysse's jawline as Rook smears the rest of the oil on the crack of his ass and then spreads him open to push his dick in there. He doesn't make a fuss about it, knowing that he stretched Ulysse open earlier enough that he can slide inside him fairly comfortably.
But instead of moving, he settles like that, his hard cock buried inside Ulysse, their bodies pressed together, relaxing, Rook's arm loosely wrapped around Ulysse's middle, his other folded under both of their heads as a pillow.
"Were you a whore before?" he asks quietly while his fingers trace idle patterns on Ulysse's chest. There's no judgement in his voice, just curiosity.
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He funnels a little bit of magic through his fingers, crooking one of them at the bottles that have been left on a little shelf by the tub. There are some salts and oils for the bath, and one that looks clean enough that he is willing to explore the contents of it. It's knocked off the shelf as if a wind blew to it, but it carries a little too far, ending just near enough on the bed that Rook can grab it.
"Stop worrying about it," he tells Ulysse, breathing the words beside his ear. "You look and sound like a lazy queen right now," he teases while he works the bottle open and some of the oil only his palm. It ends up neatly on his cock soon after. "I like it." The last is whispered against Ulysse's jawline as Rook smears the rest of the oil on the crack of his ass and then spreads him open to push his dick in there. He doesn't make a fuss about it, knowing that he stretched Ulysse open earlier enough that he can slide inside him fairly comfortably.
But instead of moving, he settles like that, his hard cock buried inside Ulysse, their bodies pressed together, relaxing, Rook's arm loosely wrapped around Ulysse's middle, his other folded under both of their heads as a pillow.
"Were you a whore before?" he asks quietly while his fingers trace idle patterns on Ulysse's chest. There's no judgement in his voice, just curiosity.