Warning! Read at your own risk. Adeodatus felt irritated as he felt the wet thing on his skin again, he slowly opened his eyes and saw that it’s dark in the tent room, he couldn't see a single thing. “What?” he whispered and held the thing he felt on his neck. Seconds after he realized that it isn’t a thing but a person, a head, and what he felt earlier was Horatius kisses on his neck, he held the man’s face and realized that the man isn’t wearing his mask but it’s nonsense cause it’s dark, he can’t see the man’s face. “Refrain yourself from moaning too loud, we’re not at the ship, there’s no sound that could protect your moans.” Horace whispered in his ear before claiming his lips. How am I supposed to do that? Adeodatus, half awake and still sleepy, was swayed by the man’s skill

