<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br/>That the drow didn't say anything about his gaze having lingered before following the order given had him wonder, but only slightly and only shortly. This season wasn't meant for thoughts too deep and Myrrdin wasn't even able to now he was naked, on his knees and very much to be taken. The moment the bed moved and he felt the drow's bodyheat close by had him think even less. For one, the train of thought Vesz'tyrr was on was followed in his own mind as well; the druid wasn't exactly feeling any longer that he was in control, that he was the one paying for a service.<br/><br/>The press of hips against his backside had him groan quietly and press back, only able to correct himself after a moment and keep still, even if short shivers ran through him hinting he wanted the elf closer still. The half hardened length rubbing him didn't help, nor the suddenly tight and painful grip to his hair and being pushed into the sheets. Fingers dug into those same sheets when his mind registered just what kind of picture he was now making with his ass in the air, quiet moan passing between his lips at the feel of the hand exploring him. His own length firmed quite quickly, having been half hard already the druid was on his way to a full and raging erection within seconds.