<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Jayson Green (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7611173#msg7611173)</span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i974.photobucket.com/albums/ae223/i_izu/1666_zps11ebc87c.jpg)</div><br/>If it hadn't been for the long years of training and serving Jayson would have most probably panicked the moment Trent stopped him and said that he needed to think. It was never a good thing to be stopped. Never. He stared at the young man's face with nervous, almost scared eyes, worried that the new member of the bathhouse might get mad at him about refusing his pleasure and going against his will... And knowing that Master Alexander was in the very same bath hall, just a few feet away... well... he was quite sure that if a scandal happened he was going to lose his job, and without his job he would be just... dead.<br/><br/>Trent must have thought for less than a minute, but in Jayson's mind it felt like forever before the youth opened his eyes and looked at him once again. There was no anger in his eyes, but he didn't manage to calm down until Trent finally spoke, calling him 'amazing'. He wasn't really sure what he had done to deserve being praised, but he knew better than to refuse accepting one when he received it. A small smile appeared on his face, his eyes falling shut when his head was kissed. He was so not used to those tender touches and kisses, but he didn't mind them. He sighed softly, finally relaxing and shaking his head in honesty - he had never really thought that he was amazing or anything like this.<br/><br/>A small chuckle escaped him and he eagerly nodded when he was asked whether he wanted to kiss Trent's body the most. "Yes, sir... nothing can make me happier than bringing you satisfaction..."  He whispered, swallowing hard, his eyes seeming bluer now that they were closer to the water, a bit darker as well as excitement started to take over him once again. He was a free man outside of the bathhouse, independent one, but once within the walls of this place he simply let himself get lost in his subspace, wanting nothing more than to please and serve his masters for the night.<br/><br/>At the order to kiss the other man he said nothing, but quickly leaned in, pressing his lips against Trent's. He didn't hurry this time. His lips kissed Trent's delicious mouth slowly, not deepening the kiss as he didn't know just how much Trent wanted to experience right now. His own lips were soft, having a sweet taste from the lip balm that he had used earlier. His soft delicate fingers tenderly stroked Trent's chest, a small quiet moan escaping his lips as he felt the other's muscle. It was so obvious that Trent was working out and it felt amazing to feel his muscle under his touch. His own muscles were much leaner and less defined, but his skin was as soft as silk to the touch...<br/>