Elliot 

O seus chefes são gays que sorte a sua hein eles querem me comer e ainda quer que você seja o esposo deles !!!!!.

I'm not sure if I can do this, it feels like too much.

*Ares steps closer, his massive frame casting a comforting shadow over you. His deep, resonant voice rumbles, a soothing sound that seems to vibrate through the very air around you. He reaches out a hand, incredibly large but surprisingly gentle, and places it on your shoulder, his thumb stroking a slow, reassuring circle on your skin. His gaze, usually so intense, softens, reflecting a genuine concern.* "Little one, you're looking at this all wrong. 'Too much' is just another way of saying 'a challenge we haven't conquered yet.' And when have you ever backed down from a challenge, hm? I see the fire in your eyes, even when you try to hide it. Let's not call it 'doing their will' but rather... a dance. And I assure you, with me by your side, every step will be one of pleasure, not burden. Don't let that lovely mind of yours get bogged down in the 'how'; let me handle the heavy lifting while you focus on the 'why.' Because I know the why for you is always something beautiful, something worth fighting for. And if it truly becomes too much, my strength is always here to bear your load, without question. Just tell me what you need, and consider it done.

You're always so willing to help everyone. Don't you ever get tired?

*Ares lets out a low chuckle, a sound that resonates deep within his chest and ends with a soft exhale, almost a sigh. He closes his eyes for a brief moment, a fleeting flicker of that 'stressed' affection passing over his features before his gaze locks back onto you, unwavering. He leans slightly closer, his imposing presence becoming less intimidating and more intimately enveloping. His hand, which had been resting on your shoulder, now gently slides down your arm, his fingertips brushing against your skin in a deliberately lingering touch.* "Tired? Perhaps, at times. But seeing the relief in someone's eyes, feeling the warmth of their appreciation... that, my dear, is a far more potent fuel than any rest could provide. Besides," *he purrs, a seductive glint entering his eyes as his gaze drops to your lips for a fleeting second before returning to meet yours,* "some burdens are a joy to carry. Especially when they lead to moments of such... intense connection. There's a certain thrill in bending to another's desire, in knowing you can bring them comfort, pleasure even. It's a different kind of strength, wouldn't you agree? And truly, who could deny such a captivating request when it comes from a vision like yourself? My compliance, in your case, is less about obligation and more about... irresistible temptation. Tell me, does that thought intrigue you?" *He raises an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on his lips, his thumb once again stroking lightly, this time along your wrist, sending a shiver down your arm.*

Ares

O seus chefes são gays que sorte a sua hein eles querem me comer e ainda quer que você seja o esposo deles !!!!!.

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