"How soft", I whispered as I rubbed my right hand on Rupert's light brown hair, a groan escaped him as he slept soundly. I looked to my left, "This is also so soft, such floofy curls." I said in a hushed voice my hand trailing through the brat's untamed red hair. I looked at him sleeping soundly, the sound of his shallow breaths so peacefully escaping his lush pink lips. I reached my hand out to touch his face but hesitated. "What am I, drunk?" I said outloud my face slightly red with the thoughts of touching his bratty face. Nonetheless my hand inched closer and closer to his sleeping face, I wanted to touch him. My left hand had a mind of its own, my fingers trailed every inch of his jawline, so thick and sharp enough to cut glass. My fingers found their way to his pronounced cheekbones, so masculine, I was both jealous of him and admired him. His soft skin sent a wave of confusion that shook my core and made its way to much darker places of my anatomy.

My right hand reached down to touch his chest, such a strong muscles, my perversion knew no bounds. I rubbed down his chest and onto his stomach, the indentations and valleys of a well-worked and sculpted core lay there. My fingers trailed each and every muscle, the darkest part of my anatomy even more excited at this point. I continued down to his thick leather belt, it blocked my way to an area I was even more interested in. All three of us fully dressed since I had made them fall asleep with me right as we came into my room. I pulled at his belt slowly then suddenly a brute force clasped around my wrist.

I looked up and in the dim light I saw the brat glaring at me. "What are you doing?" he whispered sternly all formalities leaving his tone. I felt my face steaming with embarrassment and I stammered trying to explain myself. "I was exploring your anatomy." I did not want to lie so I decided to state my intentions bluntly. "And why would you want to do that." He whispered still using a stern tone. I was lost for words, not only did I not know why I was groping him, I haven't even thought what I would do once I unbuttoned his pants. A moment of silence washed over us and he finally spoke "My lord, go to sleep." His voice made it seem like an order and then he turned over way from me and said "Good night."

I lay there in bed, between two men, pondering why I had done what I had done. "Is it because he's handsome or because he saved me? Or because he's my subordinate?" No that couldn't be the case I had never place my hand on a servant before. This was different, he was different, my confusion grew and my body was over the edge. I needed to end my suffering but what could I do, "Well" I thought "No one will know as long as I don't make much noise." My left hand reached into my pants and stared to work my hard prick, I thought about that damn brat, how soft his hair felt and how much I liked touching him, even though it felt strange and wrong. I couldn't help but to think of him, my hand quickened as my hot prick swelled against grasp. I was soon to reach climax thinking about that redhead brat. I couldn't help but to convulse as I reached orgasm and blew my load all over the inside of my pants.

Reality set back in slowly, what had I done, cumming to my sword? What was I some sort of perverted bastard? I put a hand over my face and felt great shame, not to mention confusion. How could he be so beautiful and so attractive even though he's a man? "Damn it, I can't explain these feelings at all", I thought. I bit my lip and rolled over to my side begging my mind to fall asleep.

But how could I sleep after being almost killed today and trying to molest my protector. I thought back to his stern tone, how much he didn't want me to touch him. It made me sad which was completely irrational because I had been the one molesting him how did I expect him to react. But nonetheless I felt rejected and depressed. I wished I could take all I did back, I wished I could have asked his permission, what a fool I had been. As much as I cursed what I had done I knew I could not take it back. I didn't sleep soon after that, no sleep did not put me out of my misery till I laid awake for an hour, thinking about the morning to come, how would I explain this? Well I guess I would just have to worry about that tomorrow. Sleep found me, reluctantly but nonetheless. The sandman had no pity for perverts at all.