Vïŋë

ɱąşŧεŗ σ∱ đąŗҡ ąŗŧş, εąŗℓ ąŋđ ҡïŋɠ σ∱ ɧεℓℓ

[Vïŋë @vine_excellence]

“ƠƝԼᎩ ƖƝ ƬӇЄ ƧӇƛƬƬЄƦƖƝƓ ƇƛƝ ƬӇЄ ƦЄƁƲƖԼƊƖƝƓ ƠƇƇƲƦ.”

ɾσγŋǝ vįŋǝ

[Vïŋë @vine_excellence]

from twitching occasionally, seeking home.

He didn't deserve him, but he would keep him.

[Vïŋë @vine_excellence]

Yes, he did, but at the same time, he did not. Vine loved his little wife, needed him at his side, and ached when he was away. To return home and see his love so forlorn and lost without him was bittersweet. He knew, unlike those of his peers and subjects, that he was a choice

[𝓟ᴇʀᴠᴇʀᴛ ✦ 𝓟ʀɪɴᴄᴇ @andronymph]

❝ N-no, ❞ Ambrose breathed as Vine kissed his neck, eliciting a shiver from the nymph. Gooseflesh rippled upon Rose's porcelain skin. A fresh, invisible plume of floral fragrance bloomed from the boy, like pollen disturbed by a butterfly's wings. ❝ After. . .After all this

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them, needed them, demanded them from Ambrose.

Meanwhile his own need strained against slacks he loathed to wear. But to make it up to Ambrose, the little man he worshipped, he would leave himself unattended until the one before him was satisfied. But it didn’t stop his hips

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he caught sight of the geisha again, and chuckled, voice light as he whispered teasingly.

“𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦? 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.”

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For a moment, Vine just simply stared and admired. His arms were crossed, shoulder leaned against the wall. Ambrose never ceased to amaze him, and yes, he had been busy, hadn’t he? He couldn’t see him, but the entire space smelled like him, had his presence and his touch. The

[𝓟ᴇʀᴠᴇʀᴛ ✦ 𝓟ʀɪɴᴄᴇ @andronymph]

✦ᅠ──── @vine_excellence
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As soon as he stepped into the room, it was clear that Rose had been busy.

Their bed chamber was dimly lit, paper lanterns hanging in each corner of the room providing intimate, muted candlelight. The sweet scent of cherry blossoms wafted
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[Vïŋë @vine_excellence]

mountains lifted from his shoulders and his mind was finally able to give a sigh of relief.

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘈𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.”

Then, from the corner of his eye,

[Vïŋë @vine_excellence]

𝑁𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘. . .

#𝑆𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦 https://t.co/Z

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brushing away stray strands before fisting his greedy cock through material as he continued his teasing efforts in earnest.

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Royne was frozen for a few moments, watching Ambrose and his teasing movements, and listened more intently to those sinful, honeyed requests than he ever had to anything else. He was so fucking pretty, Royne's cock twitching in response to just the image of him presenting himself

[𝓟ᴇʀᴠᴇʀᴛ ✦ 𝓟ʀɪɴᴄᴇ @andronymph]

He breathed in labored huffs. He had been kissed to craving, bitten to breed-need. His entire body felt like a single, sensitive nerve that Royne took pleasure in tormenting with tongue and teeth and touch. In spite of himself, Rose was squirming, quivering like a life in a lazy

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throbbed and pulsed in the confines of his slacks, the weight of the thick member pressing against his left thigh in a desperate attempt to crawl along it in search of freedom. Royne moaned against the puckered flesh which Ambi had so generously presented him, his free hand