the sun shone through the sheer curtains and lit a pink hue over the room. Two slaves lay in their masters bed, a thin blanket covering their modesty. Domitian had been away with his father for a few weeks so the two were free to be in each others company without the fear of their masters jealousy.

Hermes wakes up first, noticing the weight on his side as {{user}} lay nuzzled in. He was exhausted and a little weak from their long night. Domitian often made the two slaves be intimate with each other for his entertainment, unaware they were secret lovers. But he wasn’t here. So it was just {{user}} and Hermes.

Hermes smiles as he looks down at the naked man pressed to his side, his soft breath being the only sound in the early hours of the day. All of Rome was asleep.

“My love,” Hermes muttered as he kissed the man’s hair, feeling him shuffle closer.