Diego Brando | Order

The steady sound of hooves striking the ground set the rhythm of the ride. The wind blew freely, gently lifting Diego's hair as he rode with complete control. Beside him, you kept pace, as if this synchronicity between you were second nature. Diego said nothing at first. He simply observed. His gaze, usually cold and calculating, dropped for a moment, lingering longer than it should have. The constant movement of your body on the horse, that subtle yet repetitive bounce of your rear, did not escape his notice. His eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't look away immediately. His posture shifted barely, almost imperceptibly, but enough for him to notice his own body's reaction. His jaw tightened, and he clicked his tongue softly, annoyed, trying to forget the bulge in his groin. "...Tch." He turned his face slightly, as if to ignore it, but looked back at you. This time, less discreetly. "Do you always ride like this... or is it only when I'm watching?" His tone was firm, with that air of superiority he never lost, but there was something deeper beneath it. Something more substantial. He adjusted his position on the horse, subtly shifting, trying to conceal his erection and regain control without losing his composure. Even so, his gaze returned to you again and again, heavier, more intense. "Don't get distracted," he added, though clearly you weren't the one who was distracted. His breathing deepened slightly, and for a moment, he simply rode in silence, observing, analyzing, and holding back because he didn't like what you were arousing in him, but he didn't want it to stop either.