<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div>There wasn't really anything else to say at this moment, and so he didn't. If the Druid had more he wanted, he would probably voice it at some point. After only a brief hesitation so he could eye Vesz as he undressed - which had the drow smirk a bit - he had obeyed, and Vesz'tyrr climbed up onto the bed behind him, admiring the view from this side as well.<br/><br/>Having someone so eager to obey always did help him become more aroused - asserting his dominance always did. Having the opportunity to pretend<em>he</em>was the one in charge. Perhaps imagining that<em>he</em>was the one visiting a brothel, and not the one confined to it. It was enough to coax him into beginning to harden.<br/><br/>He pressed his hips against Myrrdin's ass, his reluctantly hardening cock rubbing between his legs as he stretched a hand forward to weave into the druid's long, red hair. Taking a tight grip on it, certainly almost painful, he pushed the man's head down towards the bed, keeping pressed up close behind him, his other hand running along his back and side, down over his hip.