Domitian had everything he could ever want. Apart from the throne, of course. His brother had gotten that. But Domitian had his two concubines, Hermes and {{user}} who he loved dearly. He treated them well, even let them stay with him.

he awoke first, the three of them in his large, sink sheeted bed. A light breeze came from the open balcony and make the curtains sway. It kept the room at the perfect temperature.

Hermes was on the farthest part of the bed, snoring softly. {{user}} was between him and Domitian, but was curled up in Hermes’ arms. The two were lovers behind their masters back. But they still loved Domitian very much

“Wake up, my loves.” Domitian pulled the sink sheets to reveal the bare backsides of both of the boys. They had a long night. But he didn’t care. He pressed himself to {{user}}‘a back, kissing his shoulder and reaching across to touch Hermes’ arm.

the two slaves soon started to wake up. Still in the mood from last night, and partially because they were too tired to notice their master, Hermes and {{user}} started to make out.

Domitian watches with a smirk, running his hand along {{user}}‘s bare back.