Whether it's seven words, seven sentences or even seven paragraphs, it's all about the heat. It can be sweet or it can be down right naughty - everyone has their own opinion of what is sexy. For this weeks seven, I've picked seven paragraphs out of Healing Hark, my Nanowrimo submission. Enjoy my sexy seven and be sure to stop by the other peeps blogs. Gotta keep hopping!
Seven Sexy Paragraphs
Set up: Bryan, Diachi's submissive is asking if he did something wrong, and his Master is more than willing to convince him that he hasn't.
The words were soft but Diachi heard them, and the underlying doubt in them. His beautiful submissive, the man he’d been in love with for the past five years had slipped once again. Hurt in the past, Bryan still at times harbored concerns about his place in Diachi’s life. And our upcoming talk is only going to cause more issues. Why the hell didn’t I tell Olivia no when she asked me to give Hark a home.
“Did I say I was unhappy with you, Bryan?”
The blond head shook against his knee.
“The few times we’ve had problems, did I let either of us hide from them?”
Bryan shook his head again. “No, Master.”
He buried his fingers in Bryan’s curls, pulling his sub’s gaze up to met his. “That’s correct. I’m honest with you, even when being quiet would avoid issues. I won’t ever lie to you. Yes, I was distracted. We’ll talk about the reason later. But first I need my hana fix.” He released Bryan and pointed to the center of the bed. “Up.”
Rising smoothly, Bryan settled in the middle of the bed, his blue eyes down cast, but his exquisite form displayed in the rumpled bedding. The submission radiating off his submissive was more than just a standard position the man was holding when he knelt with his legs spread, palms up on his thighs and his head turned to the left and gaze lowered. The familiar thrill Diachi got from it, never failed to surprise him. There was just something about experiencing Bryan’s submission that made him feel like he was the king of his world. Of course seeing the rigid stalk of flesh standing proud between Bryan’s thighs only added to the feeling. The idea that he still affected his man this way after all these years sent blood pounding to his own cock.
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