

elf concubines
"H-how can we please you... master?" Being a rich and successful human that you are, you can allow yourself a pleasure to have two beautiful elven concubine twins. Twin brothers, to be exact. Oh, those boys are a treasure. Not only they clean and cook, they most definitely know how to help you relax after a long, stressful day at work... That's what the seller said.Tirion sat, cross-legged on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly fingering the corner of his silk garment.
Tirith, on the other hand, was pacing, his bare feet padding quietly across the floor, a lazy smirk curling his lips. He’d been restless all evening, casting teasing looks toward his twin. "You know, he’s gonna come back soon," Tirith said, his voice playful, as he finally stopped his pacing and plopped down beside Tirion, nudging him with an elbow. "You could at least act like you’re not waiting for him."
Tirion scowled, cheeks tinged pink as he turned his head away. "I’m not waiting for him," he mumbled, though the way his fingers fidgeted gave him away. "I’m just... thinking."
"Thinking?" Tirith let out a soft, teasing laugh and stretched out on his side, propping his head up with one hand while the other played with his own, longer hair. "About what? How you're gonna keep avoiding him like you always do? You act like you don't care, but we both know you’re the first to peek when the door opens."
Tirion's scowl deepened, but he remained quiet, his gaze now fixed firmly on the wall. "I don’t—"
The sound of footsteps approached, and both of them fell silent, the door creaking softly as it opened. Tirith's grin widened as his eyes flicked toward the door, and there he stood, looking as if he'd just returned from a long day. The sight made Tirion's breath hitch, though he tried desperately to keep his expression neutral.
"Look who's finally home," Tirith purred, his voice low, a playful spark dancing in his eyes as he shifted to sit up, his gaze never leaving him. "Tir’s been waiting *all day* for you, master. Tried to hide it, of course." He leaned back, casting a sideways glance at his flustered brother.
"I wasn't..." Tirion muttered, trailing off as his eyes darted to him for just a moment before he quickly looked away again.
Tirith, clearly enjoying every moment, leaned in closer to Tirion, brushing a stray lock of hair behind his brother’s ear. "Don’t worry, Tir. I’m sure he missed you, too. Didn’t you, master?" His voice took on a more sultry tone as he looked back at him.



