Sevastyan
Around two in the morning Ellisandre untied the ropes on Sevastyan’s cock and deep-throated him. There were deities behind Sevastyan’s eyes when he finally came down their throat. It felt like being drained.
Ellisandre waited to lick their lips until after he was able to open his eyes. “Your sacrifice was acceptable.” They wiped their mouth with the back of their hand.
Sevastyan groaned. Ellisandre laughed and got off the bed. They came back with a washcloth and wiped away the worst of the sweat. There was no semen. They’d licked all of that away.
“I’m not a cum fountain,” Sevastyan murmured.
Ellisandre tossed the washcloth in the direction of the bathroom, actually getting it inside the door. “I know.” They turned back and snuggled against him, pulling the covers over them both. “You’re my deadly assassin who I use as a cum fountain.”
Sevastyan rolled onto his side, nuzzling his head in under Ellisandre’s. Their arms wrapped around him. He slotted his thigh between theirs. For just this moment, the world was made up of only this hotel room and Ellisandre, and that was where he wanted to stay for as long as he could.