<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">"I can do many things, but I likely possess no more ability to carry a tune than you do," Altair admitted softly. It would likely have been more help to Cygnus than it was to him, and many Dusanian slaves were taught songs, and how to wield an instrument. Altair's body was his own instrument, and though he lacked a pretty singing voice, he was still a well tuned instrument. Neglected and ill tended in that moment, but still possessing the skill that helped to keep them mostly in step. Cygnus wiggled their hips closer, despite Altair's subtle tried at keeping them apart.<br/>
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Altair lost his balance and he wasn't sure how he was going to be rewarded for his clumsiness. He never knew with Cygnus what he was going to get. Altair still hoped he'd be pleased enough with him that he'd leave him alone, but all the dance had served to do was rile the slightly shorter man. Altair was aroused in no way, shape, or form. When Cygnus proposed what they were going to do, Altair felt nauseas. Never had he felt so opposed to the idea of having sex with someone. He was aching, sore from the rough fucking he'd earned before, and he felt sluggish from the rest of the injuries that followed. Altair had slept with people he didn't care to in the past, but it was easy to pretend he was with someone who inspired desire within him, but with Cygnus, he could not pretend. The man had impressed upon him his nature too many times. Altair stared when Cygnus took hold of his chin, his other hand cradling his neck. His lips were pulled into a thin line as he decided what his options were. <br/>
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Again, Cygnus set him up for few. If he refused, Cygnus would hurt him and take what he wanted anyway. If he complied, Cygnus was likely to still hurt him anyway, but maybe not as badly with Altair controlling some aspects of their detestable coupling.<br/>
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"Very well," he decided with little emotion, allowing Cygnus to take him over to the bed. Once the Captain laid back, Altair slid a long leg over him to settle over hips, feeling Cygnus' growing need beneath his clothing. He knew what damage that cock could do, and he didn't wish to feel it's wrath a second time. He knew it wouldn't be comfortable no matter how he went about it. He only hoped Cygnus was feeling lazy and merciful with him.<br/>
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Altair only undid what was necessary to free Cygnus' cock from his trousers, working it to full hardness with his fingers. He was trying to decide how he might tackle the task to keep it bearable, and so he lifted his hand to wet his palm with his tongue before returning it back to Cygnus. He was watching the captain's face as he did so, expression still blank and uninterested. He would not pretend like he wanted this. He only resolved himself to the task, though his actions were still erotic. He sucked two fingers of his other hand before reaching beneath himself, to slide them inside. He didn't waste much time, thinking Cygnus not a very patient man.<br/>
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Carefully, Altair positioned himself over Cygnus' engorged flesh and let himself slide down on it. He exhaled as he did so, but the spit wasn't enough to keep the discomfort at bay. No arousal was present to chase it away either. Instead, Altair curled his shoulders forward and tried to keep himself relaxed. He didn't want to move. He didn't want to finish this, and his skin was crawling at the thought that he was complying with Cygnus' demands.<br/>
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"Is.. is there any oil?" Altair decided to request, wondering if Cygnus might at least grant him that small mercy. He fell to flattery, as he might have done if a master was hasty with him. "You are large and I am still sore from before."</span></span>