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The servant shivered and whimpered a bit, not in fear or pain but pleasure. Which, honestly, was just as foreign to him. Sure, the king was nice to him, but he was just like any other guy -- there came a point when kindness was overruled by ferocious need.
He kissed him deeply, his lust being kept under control by his will to follow the slaves command and not upset him, it wasnt that he wanted to be ruled over but that he wanted to please the other.
Joseph awoke at the crack of dawn as usual, surprised he had removed his shirt in last nights events, hoping Livi wouldnt question what the thick ink was. He slipped into the tub in the other room and dipped all the way in leaving only what was above his nose out of the water to breathe. He wanted to let Livi sleep and he wanted to not have the ink shown as usual.
The servant hummed, rolling over. His naked legs brushed against the nice sheets of the bed and he sighed softly, burrowing deeper into the covers. They were warm... He missed warmth... The only time he could ever get warm was when- He stopped, blinking his eyes open. His heart hurt again, so bad that he clutched at his chest. Damn it, why do I always have to think of him? He thought to himself bitterly. It was always the king. No matter how hard he tried, it always was. Maybe because his father was the first one to treat him right. Maybe because he really had fallen for his flesh and blood.
It took him a while to convince himself to get out of bed, but as soon as he did he didn't understand why he hadn't earlier. He was extremely hungry, to the point of feeling nauseous.
He bowed his head in gratitude and took it with shaky hands, staring down at it. "...that's a lot." He murmured, sounding almost sick to his stomach at the thought of that much food. "Even when it was the king, he would only give me a little."