Alben's house.
Alben's kitchen was filled with the low hiss of the gas stove and the scrape of a steel spatula against the pan. The room was modern, bright, and completely clean.
Nero stood in front of the counter, completely naked. His tall body was hunched, his shoulders slightly rounded from the continuous confinement of the past week.
A leather collar wrapped tightly around his throat, the brass buckle locked firmly at the nape of his neck. His soft hands carefully plated a fresh portion of grilled fish and seasoned vegetables.
Alben sat at the nearby table, entertaining himself by watching the live cooking. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows as he watched the entire process with a satisfied expression.
His eyes traced every inch of Nero's skin as the man moved. Sometimes he smiled as he looked at the cock hanging between Nero's legs. Such a beautiful sight.
