Sylvaris lay there on the bed, utterly exposed, his body still hard from their teasing. The maids hesitated for a brief moment, their hands trembling, before forcing themselves to act professional, though their gazes lingered longer than propriety allowed. They pulled soft, dark pajama pants up his muscular legs, their fingers brushing against his thighs with hesitant, almost reverent touches. One of them, despite herself, accidentally grazed his semi-hard cock, and Sylvaris felt it twitch violently at the contact.
He clenched his jaw but said nothing, determined to keep his respect for Klaus intact, even when he caught one of the maids biting her lip, her brown eyes glued shamelessly to his pride and joy, her chest rising and falling faster with every shallow breath. If she had been given permission, she would have already thrown herself onto him, devouring and riding him without a shred of shame until nightfall, or perhaps even until the next morning.
