O, Apple of His Eye - Ch11

Raphael is writing letters when Harlap gets bored and suggests they engage in bedroom activities. Harlap tries to entice Raphael with explicit descriptions but is ignored. Harlap decides to pursue their own pleasure. Raphael becomes angry when he realizes Harlap had been with someone else. Raphael storms out, leaving Harlap alone in the bedroom. O APPLE OF HIS EYE BY A TRUE NEUTRAL CHAPTER 11 BEDROOM FUN PART 1 Raphael was penning his first letter at the vanity when Harlap decided they were bored. When Raphael began to write his second letter, Harlap decided they wanted to quell their boredom with the only activity that ever came to mind—bedroom fun. They seductively announced their intention to strip out of their harness while they were halfway out of it, and less than a handful of seconds later, Harlap was posed on the bed with a throbbing, veined, and rigid cock on display. At the start of the third letter, Harlap decided their hand wasn't anywhere as fun as fucking a certain hole, so they attempted to lure their master with a wonton plea that vividly described how they should be put to use. By the fourth letter, Harlap decided they had had enough of their needs being ignored. They left the bed intent on pestering until their brat caved to their whims and sauntered over to where their mortal-appearing and too-business-minded master was scrawling missus. Master, come play with me. Harlap purred while standing behind the ornate and velvet-upholstered stool Raphael was perched on. He glided a red, clawed hand from his shoulder down his front, but it was swiftly flung aside without a breath or word of acknowledgement. Raphael's attention was fully engrossed in the words he was writing. This would not do. It was an insult to be ignored for so long, but then Harlap's pout slowly morphed into a fiendish smile. Very well. If that was how their master wanted to play, then let the brat be insulted that he was not the first to feel, taste, and fuck his latest obsession. What a delicious treat she was, too, the little thief. Harlap copied the movement Raphael had just rejected, but this time, this time, new hands appeared down their master's front after a near-silent flash of red transformed their body. Raphael did not look up from the current letter, and Harlap was quick to bring their mouth to the shell of his ear before they could be denied again. Please, master, Raphael became still as a statue. I need you. They won the moment their master's gaze flicked to the image reflected in the gilded vanity mirror they were positioned in front of. Raphael's little mouth draped upon his shoulders wearing nothing but a lascivious expression. Their master's eyes were an instant storm of desire until understanding and rage converged in depths of brown. Raphael's face twisted with bubbling fury and the infernal quill snapped. When was she here? Why was she here? Harlap's teeth gently tugged on their master's earlobe. Who cares? She came, which is all that matters. More than once in the very bed we should be in right now. Their arms fell away when Raphael forcefully stood with a snarl. He rounded on them with a budding erection and Harlap let a smug smile take over their face as Raphael took the briefest moment to appreciate their newest glamour before storming out the boudoir. Harlap chuckled. Off their master went, letters forgotten, to pay his latest obsession a raged-fueled visit. They strolled back over to the bed and prepared themselves for fun. What was to happen if Raphael's confrontation included an equally flustered, moaning, orgasming little mouth? Yes, it was time to see what made this form tick.