Only then did he break the kiss, lingering against the man's lips, nipping, biting lightly. For a split second he couldn't help but wonder if there was a servant on the other side of the door he had his beautifully scarred butterfly pinned against. It would be quite entertaining to let others hear. Even if this was a brothel, the Master of the House didn't take anyone to his bed all too often, let alone Atticus who, indeed, was quite desired. The slightest hint of a smile played around his lips, invisible to the other man due to being so close.<br/><br/>"I'm going to fuck you, Louis," he purred against the man's lips, his hand, teasingly slow, stroking his full length, enjoying so greatly how hungry the man was for this. "I'm going to fuck you.. and I'm not going to take it easy on you," he said, then bit the man's lower lip. Hard. Hard enough to break the skin.<br/><br/>Then he pulled back, hand only raising a little to grab a hold at the waistband and drag the other man behind him when he walked to the door leading too his bedroom, opened the door, and raised his other hand to point at his bed.<br/><br/>"Undress," he said, even lower then he had before, tone of voice contradicting itself in being both detached and smouldering.<br/><br/>"Undress and hand me your belt."