[aymeric closes his hand around the base of francel's skull. he kisses back in turn, his expression awash with affectionate lust. he glances down between them, taking both cocks into one soapy fist. he jerks them together without much fanfare- he knew they both needed to get over this hump to get on with their days anyway. he pauses mentally- it's just too funny how francel has dragged him down to his age. he had never gone truly idle, but certainly he had become less in tune with himself in recent years- ]
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Legs spread- That's how I always sit!