Padding quietly down the hallway in his bare feet, he paused at the doorway of what passed for a living room on this ship, peeking into it. Master Muldane was alone, sitting on the couch. He hesitated, not wanting to intrude, but some sense of being watched must've overcome the man, who turned, spotting him.
“Yes?”
Caught, he sighed with relief. The choice of whether to go in or not had been taken from him. He went to him, his steps light and quick, slipping to his knees before the man. He slid into the posture that was instinctive now, after the trainers' hard work with such a lowly creature as him. Back straight, legs open, face lifted but gaze lowered, his blond hair flowing along his back and shoulders—he only regretted that he was wearing too many clothes, not presenting himself properly. He knew he was not pleasing enough like this. Perhaps that was why Master Muldane had shown no interest in keeping him for himself; he'd been fully clothed in his presence since arriving on this ship.
Not that he believed himself so irresistible. But maybe it would have helped. One open display, after he'd been used by other men and while Master Muldane had been distracted by his own abduction, did not really count.
“What is it?”
He could recognize even the slightest edge of impatience in an owner's voice. His back straightened more, if that were possible, trying to avoid displeasing him. “I washed and pressed your coat, sir.”
“Ah, good,” the man said, and his chest warmed at the approval. “Where is it?”
“I can bring it to you, sir,” he said, struggling to hide the eagerness from his voice.
“Sure,” the man said, and from his puzzled tone he realized he hadn't entirely succeeded. “Bring it here.”
Rising to his feet with what he knew was perfect, hard practiced grace, he reveled in the feel of Master Muldane's eyes upon him. These other owners on the ship confused him, asking him so many difficult questions, but this man expected only his obedience. That he understood.
As he moved to the door, he felt the man's attention drift away from him. He mourned its loss.
When he returned, kneeling and holding the coat up, the man took it from him. He examined it for a moment, then reached out, brushing his blond bangs back from his face. “Looks good.”
He thought his heart might seize on the spot, from both the praise and the contact, brief as it was. “Thank you, sir.”
Even being dismissed a minute later couldn't dim his happiness.
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Date: 2010-07-06 10:31 pm (UTC)Padding quietly down the hallway in his bare feet, he paused at the doorway of what passed for a living room on this ship, peeking into it. Master Muldane was alone, sitting on the couch. He hesitated, not wanting to intrude, but some sense of being watched must've overcome the man, who turned, spotting him.
“Yes?”
Caught, he sighed with relief. The choice of whether to go in or not had been taken from him. He went to him, his steps light and quick, slipping to his knees before the man. He slid into the posture that was instinctive now, after the trainers' hard work with such a lowly creature as him. Back straight, legs open, face lifted but gaze lowered, his blond hair flowing along his back and shoulders—he only regretted that he was wearing too many clothes, not presenting himself properly. He knew he was not pleasing enough like this. Perhaps that was why Master Muldane had shown no interest in keeping him for himself; he'd been fully clothed in his presence since arriving on this ship.
Not that he believed himself so irresistible. But maybe it would have helped. One open display, after he'd been used by other men and while Master Muldane had been distracted by his own abduction, did not really count.
“What is it?”
He could recognize even the slightest edge of impatience in an owner's voice. His back straightened more, if that were possible, trying to avoid displeasing him. “I washed and pressed your coat, sir.”
“Ah, good,” the man said, and his chest warmed at the approval. “Where is it?”
“I can bring it to you, sir,” he said, struggling to hide the eagerness from his voice.
“Sure,” the man said, and from his puzzled tone he realized he hadn't entirely succeeded. “Bring it here.”
Rising to his feet with what he knew was perfect, hard practiced grace, he reveled in the feel of Master Muldane's eyes upon him. These other owners on the ship confused him, asking him so many difficult questions, but this man expected only his obedience. That he understood.
As he moved to the door, he felt the man's attention drift away from him. He mourned its loss.
When he returned, kneeling and holding the coat up, the man took it from him. He examined it for a moment, then reached out, brushing his blond bangs back from his face. “Looks good.”
He thought his heart might seize on the spot, from both the praise and the contact, brief as it was. “Thank you, sir.”
Even being dismissed a minute later couldn't dim his happiness.