In Too Deep

To say he was relieved to not be left behind was an understatement and Lucian was already planning on offering himself to them in whichever way that they felt necessary. There wasn't anything he hadn't already done before; servant, toy, punching bag... He'd done it all. This man would certainly deserve something for his trouble, and he'd let him have his pick. If he knew any better, he'd probably say this kind man was saving his life from this storm. Repaying the man with that life seemed like the best course of action, and whatever he wanted to do with him along the way was included. Whether the man wanted him around for a while or just a night would be his own decision though. He was used to not getting a say, and frankly he wasn't even sure he could formulate his own opinion anymore.

Suddenly, he was draped over the others back and instructed to hold on. A bit in shock from the action (not to mention the storm), it took the small man a moment to catch on to what he was told to do. Another mistake, probably, but as soon as he caught on he was quick to grip the man that was helping him. The storm drowned out most of their scents, but as he buried his face into his mans neck to shield himself from the sharp, dagger-like raindrops, he could've sworn the scent deep inside seemed familiar. He didn't get much time to think about it, however, as the man beneath him began to move. Lucian held on tightly, though his weak limbs could only do so much. The storm was powerful and he would feel himself start to slip as the man's shoulders and hips shifted though the strong wind and slippery rain weren't helping either, causing him to have to fix his positioning every few seconds to stay on.

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