Normally, Samir had an excellent poker face. Both natural skill and years of training himself to hardly respond - it was rare that something could crack it, much less cause him to drop it entirely. Still, there were tells for those who had managed to learn the him under the facade; Devero was one of them, as while Samir maintained a certain decorum even with his slave, he did allow himself to relax and, occasionally, indulge in the lack of pretending.
But that was willing. As he stepped in to his quarters, face pale and lips pressed in to a line so thin they were hardly perceptible?...this was not willing. This was a matter of him getting to safety as quickly as possible, as whatever had just happened was nearly impossible to keep a straight face against.
"Devero." His firm voice had the barest hint of shakiness in it as he called for the other man. "Finish up whatever you're doing, now."
tmw the first thread here will have another character take over that's just mood for samir tbh
But that was willing. As he stepped in to his quarters, face pale and lips pressed in to a line so thin they were hardly perceptible?...this was not willing. This was a matter of him getting to safety as quickly as possible, as whatever had just happened was nearly impossible to keep a straight face against.
"Devero." His firm voice had the barest hint of shakiness in it as he called for the other man. "Finish up whatever you're doing, now."
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