Warning: This scene contains mature themes intended for adult readers. Read with discretion.
The hotel room hummed with warmth and low murmurs, the air thick with expectation. Charles sat at its center, a still authority in his smile. Two men were seated beside him on either side, their bodies wedged against his. His arms lay across their shoulders, as if they had been there all along.
Around them, the room throbbed with intimate tension—kisses snatched between shadows, hands wandering with unspoken hunger. One of the men standing next to Charles leaned in, his lips tracing over Charles's neck in soft, slow strokes.
"Master," he breathed, voice thick with adoration. "How old are you? Are you married?"
Charles laughed, turning his head to provide the man with better access. "I'm forty," he replied smoothly. "And yes—I'm married."
