The room wasn’t like they had expected. Surely, with the horror-like hallway, they had thought that the room would be painted in black with bloody magic circles on the walls. However, the room was quite simple, entirely made of a light wood. A window with closed curtains faced them directly as they entered. The room wasn’t small, but it also wasn’t big. It was good enough for two. Maybe the inn owner only wanted to scare away the weak minded before they could enter their room…

On their right stood a bed, large enough for both of them to squish in, with brown sheets and two beige pillows. On each side of the bed was a small nightstand, if you could call a log placed vertically that. On the left side of the room, the men could see a nearly closed door, surely leading to their bathroom. In a corner had been placed a dark dresser.

Adam cursed at the greedy inn owner for the gold coin he wasted on this room.

Evan put the knight on the bed as gently as he could with his bulging muscles flexing on the way down, Adam mumbling a quiet thank you, still sulking about the price. The slave looked at his master with hopeless eyes, not even realizing the indulging tone he took as he tried to cheer up the man.

“Master, don’t be upset. I’m sure the price comes with some unsaid benefits.” Evan said while helping Adam take off his cape. The knight hissed as his bruised muscles protested, making the slave hesitate to continue. Adam paused as he heard Evan’s toe-curling voice. The vocal cords seemed to have been unused for some time, making a slight scratching sound. The timbre was low with a baritone style. It could be compared to someone smoking many cigars each day. He hadn’t had time to fully enjoy the sound when they were at the slaves’ market, but now it was a different matter.

“You have a nice voice, you should talk more.” Adam said before even thinking about what he was saying. Looking at Evan’s confused face, like a lost puppy, the knight immediately regretted it. It was cute how the huge man titled his head to the side, but it was quite an inappropriate comment that he just made. Normally, slaves aren’t allowed to talk or express their opinion, so maybe Evan had suffered from various torture in the past. It was better not to touch such a topic in the future. 

The slave concerned wasn’t offended, contrary to what Adam feared. He only wondered how his master came to this conclusion instead of commenting on what he said. He had never been told that his voice was nice to listen to. Since his childhood, he had never been one to talk, he preferred to keep silent and observe others. When he was made a slave, he completely shut himself, disconnecting from reality to endure his situation better. Hearing his new master compliment him, Evan couldn’t restrain the corner of his lips from curling up, but he quickly suppressed it before Adam could see.

How many years had it been since he last smiled?

Too many.

“Erhm… Anyways, you are right, maybe there will be some surprises for us later. For now, let’s wash ourselves and sleep. Tomorrow will be a busy day.” Adam tried to disperse the awkward atmosphere by changing the subject. He thought he had succeeded, but he was once again faced with a huge crisis as Evan started to take off his clothes. Adam tried to stop him, but his strength was still lacking from the earlier fight. He could only powerlessly let the slave take his master’s clothes off.

Once completely naked, Evan looked with dark eyes as the young man’s body. The dark skin was covered in marks, both from his hits and from past torture. The slave’s eyes raked the man’s body up and down, eyes lingering on the beautiful muscles, strong waist, and thick thighs and chest. Adam’s face started to take a reddish tint as he felt Evan’s burning gaze. He quickly turned his head, his hand coming to hide his visage, his palm facing Evan as he tried to turn his back to him.

The brown-haired giant looked at his shy little master, wanting to laugh at the useless act, contrasting with his master’s normally tough appearance. He instead protected Adam’s fragile pride, choosing not to comment. It was rare for him to be attracted to anyone, plenty of men and women had tried to use him as a sex slave in the past, but he had never been able to get hard. He found their body and soul disgusting. But now, looking at his little tomato, Evan felt a sort of attraction to his body. He wasn’t completely head over heels and didn’t feel like he could get hard yet, but he felt like it was a beginning. He felt like Adam’s soul was the purest he had ever seen, but not in the innocent way.

Maybe it was the way they had bonded. How their bodies had gotten acquainted with each other as they fought. Or the fact that Evan could relate to Adam’s experience. They understood the other, they were two men against the world, ready to take revenge, but unwilling to let their inner demons ruin their life.

Evan looked thoughtfully at his still hiding master.

Seeing the late hour on the clock just beside the bed, the slave skillfully dug out his master from the bed, taking extra care not to get hurt by his struggling hedgehog. His body still had some trace of the battle they had a few hours ago. It was a first, getting this injured. It was nearly all healed, thanks to his superior genes, but he could vividly remember the way the knight had sent powerful kicks and punches his way, not letting him rest. There was still some hesitation here and there, showing his novice experience, but his willpower was strong, and Evan admired that. 

Few were those that would have been able to get up after one of his punches, and Adam had been able to do it, many times.

Looking down at the fiery eyes that seemed to want to burn holes into his face, Evan only raised a brow at the young man covered in thorns. Adam huffed, crossing his arms on his chest, making the muscles bugle deliciously. Evan licked his lips, wanting to take a bite of the two buns with two small dark cherries. The slave blinked, astonished at his thought.

Evan’s perverted thoughts came to a halt as they entered the small bathroom. He carefully put his struggling package on the sink, his hands lingering on Adam’s plump bottom before retracting them to prepare the bath. There was only one bathtub in the bathroom, along with a sink and a toilet. The space was small and Evan bumped a few times on Adam’s knees as he waited for the water to get hot, each time lingering in place to enjoy the contact.

When the tub was finally filled, Evan looked back at his master who was slightly shivering from being naked on the porcelain sink. Seemingly not one to forgive easily, Adam avoided looking at Evan as the slave undressed. He got down by himself from where he was perched and headed toward the bath, still with a sulking but shy face.

With one leg already inside the tub, Adam couldn’t struggle as Evan sneakily scooped him back in his arms. He took him down with him in the bath, his back to the giant’s hairy chest and his bottom between his long powerful legs. Adam hissed his displeasure at the close contact and tried to get out by taking support on Evan’s legs, only for a low groan to leave the latter's lips as his master’s hand came into contact with a hot cylindrical thing instead of his muscular thigh.

Adam immediately froze as he felt the thing he was holding twitch.

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