Raven's Watch Her body is my canvas, painted with butterfly kisses

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Athan laid back, letting his baiatel do all the work. The small, fawnish boy covered Athan's body in kisses, rubbing his body against Athan's in a soft sensual motion that suggested experience. He watches the boy's movements with a protective, claiming pleasure knowing that, however many wolves came to experience his body, the young courtesan was his now, and no one else's. 

He felt the nimble body inching down towards his groin, his leg lifting compliantly with the gentle nudge. The strigoi's amethyst eyes open, curious as to why the boy had stopped, whining softly. When it became clear to him what he was asking, Athan smirked and simply said — Go ahead, — before lifing his leg up further.