<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Captain's Quarters.<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Christoph.</div>There was pause enough between his shifting position that caused Lucas to glance back to catch the blouse casually being tossed in the direction of Chris' jacket. His eyes widened ever so slightly in a subtle show of surprise at the muscle tone revealed; there seemed to be much more to the man that met the eye, and Lucas was all too happy to discover as much as he could that night. "Mm... You look good; considered not wearing so many clothes more?" He offered, tone playful as he ran his tongue slowly over his lips before then turning back to the bedsheets below him in anticipation of the next few lashes he hoped he'd receive.<br/><br/>"Tch. Why would anyone want you to go easy- Ahh!" His tutted response to the (in his opinion) bizarre idea of holding back was interrupted with a sharp cry of pain as the whip cracked hard across his cheek. There was no pause between the three lashes and the boy groaned hotly as he felt the prickling sensation of blood welling over the angry red lines, his hips writhing slightly as if to relieve the delicious pressure. "Nngh... Oh, God..." He panted heavily, hands gripping the sheets tightly as he was offered a brief pause in the proceedings, again glancing back over his shoulder.<br/><br/>His gaze was much more heated than before, and while his eyes might have held the shimmer of unfallen tears, there was no denying the pleasure he felt. His gaze drifted down to the pants noticeably unfastened, the clear outline of the hand moving over hardened flesh beneath drawing a lustful moan from the whore's lips. "Ahh, don't do that..." He purred quietly, shifting his hands to turn the upper half of his body back round slightly. "I can make you feel good; its what you pay for..."<br/><br/>His tongue snaked outward to again drag across flushed lips, this time in a slow, sensual movement heightened by Lucas' eyes fixed upon Chris'. "If I ask nicely do I get a taste...?"