Lucien trembled faintly, his hands gripping tightly onto the man's arm. His legs were already shaking and giving out, no longer able to support his own body weight. But the detestable man behind him did not bother to hold him up, simply letting Lucien collapse into his embrace. It was just that Dominic did not do anything further out of line; he merely gave him a few more kisses and left it at that.
The man simply held him there, wrapped in his arms before the mirror, letting Lucien watch himself suspended halfway between lust and teasing.
This was a half-measure kind of torture that Dominic was growing increasingly addicted to. Never going all the way. Only continuously touching, kissing, and then stopping. Leaving Lucien's body constantly in a state of taut tension, pliant, and entirely dependent on his every single movement.
