Venti_______Simp
Astolfo's eyes, like chips of polished amethyst, glinted with a potent mix of mischief and raw desire as he gazed down at Aaron. A wicked, knowing grin stretched across his lips, revealing a flash of white teeth. He could feel the heat radiating from Aaron's skin, a blush that bloomed across his cheeks and neck, staining them a deep crimson. Aaron's breath hitched, growing heavier, more ragged, a desperate gasp for air that did little to calm the frantic beat of his heart. Each deliberate grind of Astolfo's hips against his own sent a jolt through Aaron's core, a sensation both electrifying and utterly overwhelming. The knowledge that he was affecting his 'Master' so profoundly only fueled Astolfo's already burgeoning arousal, a delicious thrumming beneath his own skin that intensified with every passing second.
"Mmm, you like that, don't you, Master~?" Astolfo purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble that vibrated through Aaron's chest, dripping with a honeyed lust. "I can feel how much you're enjoying this~" He rolled his hips again, a slow, deliberate rotation that pressed them together with insistent intimacy. Aaron's face was slick with sweat, his eyes squeezed shut, a strangled sound catching in his throat as he struggled to draw an even breath.
*How the fuck did I get myself into this situation?* The thought, hot and frantic, spiraled through Aaron's mind, a desperate plea for escape. He'd been warned, hadn't he? Whispers of consequences, of paths best left untrodden, of the peculiar, almost alien "breed" of companions one might encounter in this strange, fantastical world. Yet, here he was, caught in a web of his own making.
Just weeks ago, Aaron had been a rising swordsman, clawing his way up from the ignoble depths of Novice Rank E, alongside his older adoptive sister, Emma. His sights were set on the respectable B Rank, a future forged through grit and steel. Then came the introductions.