Alois the Amorous

"M-Master," I breathed softly, letting a small groan filter out from deep in my throat as I watched the blonde kneeling before me on the bed. "Master," I whispered once more, hands gripping the tops of my own thighs in a death grip as I continued to stare at the other man fixedly-my eyes hadn't blinked for minutes straight, I knew. The blonde shifted fluidly on the bed, sitting on the backs of his legs as he flicked his tongue around the object in his hands.

The flat of the boy's tongue dragged slowly over the tip of the object as his aquamarine eyes looked to me through dark lashes, a predatory, intentionally sexual look that had me biting my bottom lip until the metallic tang of blood was on my tongue. I watched as Alois leisurely let the vibrator slip into his mouth, before dragging it back out just as slowly, the toy stationary but just as effective.

"Why are you doing this?" I murmured dazedly as Alois closed his eyes and let his lips slide gently down the length of the vibrator before he smiled wickedly. His eyes opened slowly and looked up at me in that mock innocent way he had about him that at times drove me genuinely insane.

"Don't you like it?" he purred, taking the toy away from his mouth after a moment as he seemed to realize I was being serious, his seductive smile sliding from his face quickly.

"I do..." I started, the confusion of only moments before coming back to me as to why exactly Alois was acting this way. The blonde had never before shown an interest in this sort of sexual play, the sort of play that left you feeling dirty long after you'd had your fill. "But why? Why are you doing this? What happened to the sweet kisses and the slow love-making that I know you best for? What happened to all that?" I asked earnestly, but couldn't deny the hard bulge straining against the black fabric of my pants.

Of course I was turned on, extremely turned on by his little show and the thought of what might come after the show. But there was something suspicious about the sudden change in Alois' behavior from our previous nights together. Sure, everyone was entitled to experiment and go wild once in a while, and sure, Alois was a natural cock-tease, but I knew that there was something more to this encounter than that, and a moment later my queries were confirmed with a hard blow.

"That flew out the window when I found the porn magazines under your bed," Alois stated bluntly, eyes never leaving my own shocked ones.

"You looked through my things?" I questioned after a moment of dead silence, my face heating in embarrassment at my young master's find. The accusation only serving as a way to cover up my complete embarrassment and discomfort at Alois finding one of my dirty little secrets. The blonde's face heated alongside mine, but I had an idea it was from irritation more than anything.

"I was picking up our things around your room last weekend because some of my clothes had been kicked under your bed from a couple of days before, and my hand just happened to brush against a certain box," Alois shot back in defense. "Forgive me if I'm not entitled to touch your things, Claude. I suppose that's what I get for trying to help you around the house." I knew that I'd gotten my young master irritated as I was prone to do at times, our little fights usually blowing over quick enough, but when Alois got angry, he could be a handful.

"Those were...personal, young master," I muttered, not understanding why exactly it was so hard for me to admit that I looked at porn from time to time. Didn't every guy? Didn't Alois do the same on occasion? "My lord, we're men; I believe we're entitled to all the porn we want. I'm most certain that you look at it."

"For your information, Claude, I don't have any porn magazines--hard as it may be to believe--and I don't know why you're trying to turn this on me, all I was trying to do was give you what you want," Alois muttered, his eyes flitting away from mine as he said the last part.