[francel allows aymeric a long moment to admire his lips before he starts nipping at aymeric's thumb -- mischievously at first, but then he takes it full into his mouth, sucking slowly and sensually on aymeric's fingers in an effort to evoke other things he could be sucking on. he hums softly as he pulls himself off aymeric's thumb, leaving it warm and wet from the heat of his mouth.
how did it come to this? they were having an innocent conversation only moments before. and yet, try as he might, francel doesn't feel guilty in the least.
(this way, this way, he doesn't have to think about haurchefant.)
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how did it come to this? they were having an innocent conversation only moments before. and yet, try as he might, francel doesn't feel guilty in the least.
(this way, this way, he doesn't have to think about haurchefant.)
his voice is husky and breathy when he whispers:]
I adore you. I would gladly worship you.