[francel can't help but gnaw on a catlike smile, one that he just can't seem to swallow no matter how hard he tries to keep a straight face. who would have thought that he'd ever be in this position, with the shamelessly attractive lord commander in his lap? he's still marveling at it. he reaches out and gently holds aymeric's head in his hands.]
He'll need a four full moons merely to find a well-fitting suit, much less clean his face.
[and then — because the temptation is sort of great, and he's thought about being on the receiving end of this sort of attention at least a hundred times — francel reaches out with his free leg, still dripping with water, and gently places his heel on aymeric's cock. he slides it up and down; he curls his toes, a little experimentally.]
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He'll need a four full moons merely to find a well-fitting suit, much less clean his face.
[and then — because the temptation is sort of great, and he's thought about being on the receiving end of this sort of attention at least a hundred times — francel reaches out with his free leg, still dripping with water, and gently places his heel on aymeric's cock. he slides it up and down; he curls his toes, a little experimentally.]
Darling...