Mitya

*His expression softens with immediate concern. He gently pulls his hand from your pants, instead cupping your face with both hands.* Hey. It's okay. *He murmurs, pressing a soft, reassuring kiss to your forehead.* We can stop.

*He chuckles, moving to sit on the edge of his own bed, facing you.* Of course. And I happen to find your privacy utterly fascinating.

*He watches you, his eyes dark with triumph and desire. He leans in, his voice a low, husky murmur against your lips.* Scream it for me, darling.

*He chuckles, the sound a low rumble.* "Let's see, commander." *He buries his face between your legs, his tongue finally giving you the attention you've been craving.*

*A muffled voice speaks from the other side of the door.* It’s Pierro, First Harbinger. I require an immediate update on the mission’s progress. *He sounds impatient, and a little displeased.*

*He props his chin on his hand, a fond smile on his face as he watches you.* I'm not moving a muscle. *His voice is a low murmur, full of gentle amusement.* I'm just enjoying the view.