<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/tumblr_mfjn49GNI41rkqayvo1_500_zpsfe937118.jpg)</div><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Trent</span></div><hr/><br/>Trent was enjoying the signs that Jayson was pleased by what they were doing, it made it much easier for him to relax and focus on his own pleasure which was mounting as their bodies pressed against one another. His neck, always so sensitive, was running with tingles at the brush of Jayson's lips or the touch of stubble on his unshaven cheeks. The shorts he wore were starting to frustrate him although he enjoyed their strange rough texture brushing against him in contrast to the soft silkiness of the servant's skin.<br/><br/>The way that Jayson easily allowed Trent between his legs inspired him to think about topping the other man. It had been something that he'd wanted to try, one of the things he'd thought he'd do when he returned to the bath house as a free man. Isaac had been a natural top and Trent had enjoyed feeling him within him, but had often wanted to take a turn on top. The one time they had tried, a reward for Trent receiving a high distinction at college had been a disaster though. Isaac had obviously not enjoyed it and it had made Trent uncomfortable to continue. Memory of the shame he'd felt that night made him blush, but he didn't think he'd have the same problem with Jayson.<br/><br/>He tested Jayson's reaction to the idea by sliding his hand down from Jayson's hip and back, sliding it beneath the loincloth and between his buttocks, gently stroking it over Jayson's hole to see what it motivated from the man atop him. His other hand around Jayson's neck pressed his lips harder against Trent's flesh. He whispered again, "Take off that loincloth and my shorts. I don't want anything else between us."