...“I’m back,” a voice said meekly. “Can I pour your tea?”

Ross opened his eyes. Aconic. Come here. Touch me. This house…is haunted by your smile. “Take off your clothes and get into the tub with me.”

Sand looked like he was about to say something but Ross didn’t give him the chance. “Don’t argue. Now!”

The tub was large and round, plenty of room for two, or three really. He watched as Sand pulled the tunic over his head. He was slender, and his sun-kissed skin perfectly smooth, like…his…like Aconic’s. He swallowed hard and felt his cock stiffen involuntarily.

Sand stood there shaking, his hands self-consciously in front of his genitals.

“Don’t do that!” Ross snapped. “Take your hands away! Put them behind you.”

Sand’s face changed colours. He slowly pulled his hands back.

His genitals were perfect—a nice cock, larger than he expected for a young man his size, but not too large. He was nicely muscled and toned, a result of working in the woods. “Take your hair out of the braid.”

Ross’s own hair was to his shoulders, longer than it should be for a man of his status. He loved the fact that the Grey Desert men never cut their hair. He used to adore touching Aconic’s hair. He’d even brush it while Aconic slowly stroked him, sending shivers straight through his very soul. His cock leapt remembering, and he moved his hand between his thighs to squeeze it as Sand slowly unwound the long, thick braid.

“Turn around!” Ross demanded, his voice soaked with a strained passion.

Sand slowly turned.

“Hands up, behind your head.” His breathing became shallow as Sand folded his hands behind his neck. Ross closed his eyes, tongue wetting his lips as he contemplated running his hands over the round, hard globes of Sand’s perfect ass.

“Mercy,” he grunted. “You are beautiful.” He sounded more animal than human at that moment. Oh, to loose oneself in passion, total, savage unrestraint, to feel what he’d felt in Aconic’s arms. “I want to bury my cock in your ass.”

There. He could taste it already. Dare he? Sand was his, body and soul. He could do as he liked. “Turn around.”

Sand glared at him, his hands still pinned across his neck. “Does it excite you to know you have complete power over another human being?”

“Yes,” he whispered, his gaze sweeping over him. “And from the size of your cock, it appears that it does you as well.”

Sand’s eyes widened as he glanced down at himself, then away. “It’s physiological, no more.”

“As is mine,” Ross replied. “Come.” He motioned with his hand. He thought only with his cock now, what he needed at the moment. If he was going to slowly waste away inside a passionless marriage, he would indulge his needs as opportunity arose.

Sand shuffled closer.

“Get into the tub.” He met Sand’s gaze.

Sand lifted one leg, then the other into the tub. He stood before him. Ross spread his legs. “Closer.”

Sand obeyed, his body stiff.

With wet soapy hands, Ross moved his hands up Sand’s thighs. “Stay perfectly still. Don’t say anything. Don’t move. Keep your hands where they are.” Ross’s fingers splayed on Sand’s well-muscled thighs, then his fingertips lightly brushed the head of his cock.

Sand audibly sucked in some breath.

Ross smiled faintly. He reached out and smoothed his thumb over the head of Sand’s erection. Tiny droplets of pre-cum coated it. “What is this?”

He didn’t answer.