Lord Gryeishann straightened his torso and then lifted Breitynnio against him,
The blonde wrapped his arms around his master, his gaze on the latter.
"Ride me," Gryeishann instructed.
"Yes, My Lord."
And so, gripping his lord's broad shoulders, ankles locked at the latter's posterior, he began undulating, starting slow and then picking up pace.
Alternating...