The Sound of a Belt

Heise's fingers closed around Ru's wrist. The trembling in Ru's hand stilled instantly, pinned between Heise's grip and the crystal glass they both now held.

"One glass," Heise murmured, his breath skimming Ru's knuckles, "is enough for both of us."

Heise let go of Ru's wrist and watched as he put down the other glass.

A distinct tap resonated as the second glass was placed on the nightstand. The surface of the glass reflects the candlelight, akin to a watchful eye.

Shortly after, Heise's lusty whisper was heard.

"Come."

The mattress sighed beneath their weight as Heise guided the shared glass toward Ru's lips instead.

"Taste it first," he commanded, his thumb pressing against Ru's lower lip to part them. "A servant's duty is to ensure his lord's wine isn't poisoned."

Ru's tongue darted out—a flicker of pink against the rim—as he took the smallest sip. The wine was cloyingly sweet.

Heise watched, transfixed, as Ru's throat worked around the swallow.