The Master [MxMxM+]

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Pierre got in when he heard the Master from the other side.

The man had a grim expression on his face when he eyed the plate as Pierre made his way to him.

"On the bed," he said and Pierre sensed something. It came really sharply, only for it to disappear in an instant. It was almost like need in his voice.

Pierre complied with no questions.

"Take up that fork, and feed it to me." Pierre certainly wasn't expecting that.

"W-what?"

"You didn't hear me?" The Master cocked an eyebrow.

"I- I... no," Pierre held a forkful to the Master's mouth, and then his sexy lips closed around it, taking in the piece of cheesecake.

He chewed... really slowly. Pierre was uncomfortable because his eyes roamed all over him. His hands tightened on the plate as he looked down.

The Master nodded then swallowed. "Put the rest on the table."

Right after Pierre obliged, he found himself on his back before he could understand what was going on. He only looked up to see the devil and understand that he was being held captive with his hands pinned on either side of him.

"Why did you?" he asked, giving Pierre no chance but to answer with the way he didn't stop looking at him.

"I was just-"

"Did you think this would earn you more points? More favor? Or... a better chance to win?" A knee found it's way between Pierre's thighs.

That sort of accusation angered him. The Master was reducing him the sort of person he wasn't. He tossed Pierre's efforts out the window without even a chance. That was really annoying.

"Connard! How can you think that?" Pierre lashed out. "I made that for you! And you were clearly stressed out earlier so I thought this was the best time."

Again, the Master's calculating eyes found his. He stared like Pierre was a picture, one that was very hard to understand and just required the keenest of observations.

"Pierre... what exactly is your deal?"

"I don't understan- ahh..." the Master let his knee rub up against Pierre's hardening sex.

"You don't understand what?" The Master calmly asked.

"Y-you... I d-don't... merde!" Pierre couldn't even understand what he was trying to say.

The Master's hand had replaced his knee, earning a curse word when it had closed around him. His lips drew closer to Pierre's.

Despite how cruel they had looked just a while ago, the Master's lips were soft against his. Pierre's eyes closed the moment he felt them on him. They were soft, but not gentle in the least bit.

His own lips had been sucked, nipped and opened up. The Master tasted of heat, wetness and cheesecake. His tongue clashed with Pierre's, the warmth of their mouths becoming one.

Pierre's cries were muffled in the onslaught of his mouth. The Master squeezed his hardness and he writhed almost uncontrollably. He pulled away to study the man beneath him as his hand rubbed again.

Then his lips were back onto his, dragging out his moans and yet muffling them at the same time. Pierre had never been kissed like that. Like his own lips aroused the other person so badly like they did now.