When Saix began to rub against him, their cocks growing hard with the friction, he had lost. He was going to make Saix bottom the best he could, but there was no sense in fighting when he got what he wanted. His lances disappeared as he grabbed Saix's collar. "Let's make this good." He growled out, moving in to force him into a hard kiss.
The lances disappeared and while Xaldin pulled him into a rough kiss, he put his claymore away. It was a rather arousing kiss, but Saïx was not about to let him take the upper hand with it.
He slid his hand up along his neck, then across his cheek before grabbing his jaw in a vise grip. "I didn't say you could kiss me. You do something without my permission again and my claymore will be the least of your worries. Understand?"
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He slid his hand up along his neck, then across his cheek before grabbing his jaw in a vise grip. "I didn't say you could kiss me. You do something without my permission again and my claymore will be the least of your worries. Understand?"