[francel is still cradling aymeric's head, so he only needs to bend down to whisper into his long, lovely ear; he fingers it as he talks, rubbing the tip of aymeric's ear with his warm fingers.]

I would love for you to grind me beneath your heel and look down upon me like filth.

[really, he's not expecting anything in return for the services he's providing right now, but all the same, francel stiffens as he imagines aymeric coming beneath his feet. the hand around his ankle doesn't deter him; he'd want the safeguard too.]

You fill me with all sorts of impure thoughts...