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He could feel his master’s eyes on him, watching him, looking at him carefully, but he seemed to be enjoying it, or so he took what he saw to mean. At the very least he wasn’t being told to do anything else so he felt pretty comfortable about what he was doing. He worked himself, his gaze up on his master. He had no intention of leaving his cherub but he would do anything that he could do to make sure that his master was happy. To be told to leave his master would be devastating and would probably end up with him in the ground. His cherub was the only thing that had brought him back together so to lose him would be to lose the very glue that was holding him together. Bastion’s features were blank as he was looked down at but he gave a little sound anyway as if he could tell that his master was at least semi-pleased with what he was doing. He was then pleased to see that the other was licking his lips and he wanted to do more to be able to continue seeing more of his master looking like that. He wouldn’t give anyone else the pleasure of seeing him like this but he honestly didn’t want to have anyone else see it either. The only time he would allow someone else to see him like this would be if his master commanded it for whatever reason would please him best.
His cherub didn’t answer him and it was a little worrisome but then he was questioned and his own ears twitched before he gave a nod of his head, moving to shift in order to get on all fours and crawl over to the other. ”I do want milk,” he said as he looked up at his cherub before he reached his tongue out to lick up the front of Bastion’s panties, reaching up one of his furred hands to run along the length after his tongue, his sharp gaze up on his master. Bastion was the light of his life and the only one in his eyes. He didn’t even seem to notice the day going by. As far as he knew they were still alone but a herd of elephants could have walked through and so long as they weren’t threatening the small male then he more than likely wouldn’t move out of the way. He moved his hand up to the other’s waistband, his free hand joining the other hand as he aimed to lightly grip the waistband to start pulling them down. All the while his gaze was tacked up on his love’s face, looking to see what the other was looking like. He hoped to be able to pull the other all the way down, wanting to see them off of his master’s body so that he would be able to see the other in his full glory so that he could make his cherub feel good.
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