Kiron was far from stupid, even though he was all too happy to reinforce that assumption. Right now, though, he was quickly trying to decide whether it would be better to act on what he presumed were Reeve's wishes, or better to wait until he was ordered - both of which technically fell under his programming.
In the end, he decided that there were only two real things that Reeve could want, right now.
Both required a bare back.
So his fingers started working - quickly, efficiently, in stripping himself of his clothes.
"Forgive me, Master," he whispered, carefully pulling his shirt off and letting it slip to the floor before going for his trousers. The flush that had made his cheeks glow continued down his throat, and spread across his freckled shoulders. "Please, punish me for my failure. It won't happen again."
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In the end, he decided that there were only two real things that Reeve could want, right now.
Both required a bare back.
So his fingers started working - quickly, efficiently, in stripping himself of his clothes.
"Forgive me, Master," he whispered, carefully pulling his shirt off and letting it slip to the floor before going for his trousers. The flush that had made his cheeks glow continued down his throat, and spread across his freckled shoulders. "Please, punish me for my failure. It won't happen again."