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“My lord.” Ogier whispers, heaving in between his words as he sits within Sylvester's crotch, within his dorm room where no one dares to enter—unless with his permission, of course. Ogier whimpers as the fair set of hands explore his body with languid motion, tracing every line, dotting every freckle, most of all hovering just around his sensitivity—the Keeper sure knows how to tease. He turns to Sylvester, rest upon his back, pouting, “My lord, please… Haste your pursuit.” And he only needed that, a permission, a request to continue before spiraling down into such debauchery.