Rosewater Oasis Pretty Boy

He nodded almost solemnly, pouting in the dramatic fashion that often accompanied his cruel, teasing words. You're no good at it though, really. I've had to make an exception for you. Samir was clean, graceful. He did not carry all of the traits that made complete submission so humiliatingly satisfying.

But there was no doubt in his mind that he loved him dearly, of course. Maybe Verapaz truly did ruin me. He seemed to muse at the thought.

His pit of snakes had been pure hunger, male rage. At the very least he could have both here.

He knew for certain that he would never return to the basin, but Samir did not need to know. Not yet. He wished to be able to hold it over him for just a bit longer, to test and prod his lover and see what snapped him into a form of submission.