Benard sat astride Lucas, repeatedly rubbing against little Lucas.

"When...?"

"When what?" The sword wielder asked, a brow lifted while still gyrating slowly.

"When will you stop your teasing, hm?" The blond had to ask.

His dick yearned to lodge itself in its rightful home once more. But, for about...an eternity now, that hadn't taken place.

Instead, Benard seemed to find fun in teasing him and repeatedly giving him false hope.

Damn it.

"You're so effing restive, darling. I haven't even done this for long, you know," the brunet responded, smiling impishly.

"If I say you've done it for too long, just accept it that way," Lucas insisted.

"What will...