[aymeric flushes beneath his helmet. he wants to take him unreservedly, yet he had to bear in mind that francel had less muscle and bruised more easily than most men. yet it would be a shame to insult him. He would soothe his wounds later.]
[he gropes francel's body through his clothing, rutting against his ass. somewhere in the back of his mind he's annoyed with himself for going with accuracy rather than practicality. he would have to undress most of the way to even fuck him. would it spoil the fantasy?
At least he was hard enough that he was sure francel could feel him through the layers.]
That's more like it. Why hold false pretenses when you know what you truly enjoy?
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[he gropes francel's body through his clothing, rutting against his ass. somewhere in the back of his mind he's annoyed with himself for going with accuracy rather than practicality. he would have to undress most of the way to even fuck him. would it spoil the fantasy?
At least he was hard enough that he was sure francel could feel him through the layers.]
That's more like it. Why hold false pretenses when you know what you truly enjoy?