He gasped, realizing he’d bitten his lip through, and then moaned long and loud as he’d unknowingly filled his lungs with the appropriate amount of air. Sex “You-you came here t-t-to…” He lowered his head in a new wave of self-loathing, living with the emotional and mentally torturous ‘masters’ had given rise to a terrible stutter. Lysander wordlessly crawled from his dog bed on the floor and came to stand before the intoxicated batarian, pulling off his own tunic and shucking his pants. “Look at this, sir! He was obviously the man in charge of the operation. “Sweet boy…come here.” Lysander Shepard jolted awake at soft calls coming from his ‘master’. Anderson smiled, Lysander wanted to look away, knowing it would turn into a lecherous one before long, but made himself maintain eye contact. Surrender, and lose yourself!” Lysander heard a soft tear, barely audible from the sounds of their lovemaking and Shamul’s hissed words of affection, and felt blood trickle into his mouth. The batarian moaned, tugging Lysander’s curls with one hand, circling his bruised hole with the other.
