Gareth could feel the lust building in Anel, as he ran his lips over the boy's chest he could feel the pounding of his heart, and as he glanced downwards he could clearly see his erection straining and twitching under all of the sensations he was bombarding him with, and it only enhanced his own. He really shouldn't be doing this, and he did have a chance to stop himself, to simply ungag the whore and abuse his mouth as he usually did... but Gareth was distinctly sick of waiting for the bidding to end.<br/><br/>He was<em>going</em>to win. There was never a question in his mind, and there likely wasn't a question in Ryan's mind. It was simply a question of exactly how much money he was going to get - and Gareth could certainly find a suitable amount to throw at him to make up for what he was about to do.<br/><br/>"Relax," Gareth murmured against Anel's skin, not really a command or a suggestion, not even really considering if he could hear him or not. It was just an expectation he voiced, and he growled softly, biting hard into the upper left part of Anel's chest, directly over his heart, leaving a deep bite-mark shaped bruise at the exact moment he forced his middle finger into Anel's entrance, pressing in deeply.<br/><br/>Releasing his teeth slowly, a wide grin on his face as he watched the completely helpless boy beneath him, he murmured again, as the finger began to thrust in and out of him deeply, firmly, violating the boy in a way he'd never been violated before.<br/><br/>"...Relax."