"Oh, fuck, Armand," he moans, staring down at his pretty, pretty face, those eyes both innocent and predatory, the mouth he knows to be flushed pink from his own cock. He watches, rapt, and when he feels the wet slide of Armand's tongue along the head of his cock, he's gone, coming hard.

He keeps his eyes open by sheer will, wanting to see it, wanting his claim satisfied all over again even as he does exactly what he's told. "Look at you," he whispers, wrecked and pleased. "You're all mine."