[ Magnus takes a step back so he can get a good view of Remus, lustfully taking in the sight like a man starved. He's familiar with the young man's body by now; it's not as if they've been shy around each other since they started this aspect of their relationship. But he's always admiring, always entranced. It's a mixture of possessiveness, lust and, yes, a little protectiveness. But mostly, he likes to indulge in the fact that that thin, lithe body is his to indulge in. Remus may not think much of himself, but Magnus does. ]
Sit down. [ He nods towards a nearby plush armchair. ]
I want to watch you touch yourself first. Touch yourself like you want me to touch you.
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Sit down. [ He nods towards a nearby plush armchair. ]
I want to watch you touch yourself first. Touch yourself like you want me to touch you.