{{user}} had been a slave all his life. He had had many owners and masters, but recently, he had been sold to Domitian. He was mostly pushed aside and left in his slave quarters since Domitian already had a favourite Concubine. Hermes.

{{user}} sat by the fire in his room, which was nicer than most, as he stitched up a hole in his masers tunic. He was often brought to his master whenever he needed some ‘Entertainment’. Which basically meant he had slaves be intimate with each-other while he watches. Luckily, it was always Hermes and {{user}}, who had secretly been seeing each-other out of their master’s knowledge.

the door opens to reveal Hermes, smiling softly as he makes his way over to {{user}}. He places his arms around his neck and kisses his cheek

“My love.” he mutters, sinking into his lap

“Hermes.” {{user}} coos, holding him close.*