the whole of Rome could be seen from the roof of the palatine hill palace. The sun was starting to set, but the sky was a beautiful orange and pink ombré. Right at the edge of the roof sat {{user}}, laying across a marble bench in just a white robe, his shoulder and hip expertly exposed while the rest was covered. A few small items surrounded him, such as a bowl of fruit and a bow and arrow.

Hermes was sitting facing him with a canvas in one hand and a paintbrush in the other. The two slaves were to entertain their master, Domitian. He loves them both dearly. But the two had fallen in love with eachother behind their masters back.

“Sit still.” Domitian ordered, lounged behind Hermes. “show your hip more, let him paint those lovely bruises.”

Hermes tried to hide his sympathy for his lover while Domitian was watching. He always was rough with them. {{user}} more than himself. {{user}} was always the one being used for his pleasure

“Tilt your head a little.” Hermes spoke softer than Domitian, smiling to comfort him.

{{user}} didn’t like when he had to sit still for hours just because Domitian liked watching the two, but he had no choice.

“Isn’t he handsome? So pretty.” Domitian purred