[aymeric may turn back to find francel gaping at him with his mouth slightly ajar; if left to his own devices, he would probably start drooling. francel is weak to mens' bodies in general, of course, but seeing a well-defined torso particularly arouses him — for a moment, he's so stunned by aymeric's physical attractiveness that he completely forgets how to think.
no good. no good. and anyway, aymeric is so much more than just his pretty face (and fantastic body). francel shakes his head and approaches the chaise, kneeling before his knight and inwardly praising halone for allowing him the blessing of aymeric's spread legs.]
Allow me to remove your boots, ser, and after that, I shall ease your tensions in any way I can.
[he takes his sweet time unbuckling aymeric's white shoes and placing them to the side. something about being able to handle a beautiful man's shoes excites him; he takes them off with the solemn dignity of a man at worship. in this position, it's tempting to ask aymeric to step on his cock and make a mess of him — but today aymeric is his knight, and francel the squire is determined to bring his lord some comfort.
there is a little drawer on the bottom of the chaise that would be almost impossible to spot if one didn't know to look for it. in days past, francel kept more innocent trinkets there; now, the drawer carries a respectable bottle of lotion that is generally used in less-than-respectable ways. francel takes this up and rises to his feet, pouring a generous amount of lotion into his hands.]
Would you prefer to have your massage lying down or sitting upright, Ser Aymeric?
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no good. no good. and anyway, aymeric is so much more than just his pretty face (and fantastic body). francel shakes his head and approaches the chaise, kneeling before his knight and inwardly praising halone for allowing him the blessing of aymeric's spread legs.]
Allow me to remove your boots, ser, and after that, I shall ease your tensions in any way I can.
[he takes his sweet time unbuckling aymeric's white shoes and placing them to the side. something about being able to handle a beautiful man's shoes excites him; he takes them off with the solemn dignity of a man at worship. in this position, it's tempting to ask aymeric to step on his cock and make a mess of him — but today aymeric is his knight, and francel the squire is determined to bring his lord some comfort.
there is a little drawer on the bottom of the chaise that would be almost impossible to spot if one didn't know to look for it. in days past, francel kept more innocent trinkets there; now, the drawer carries a respectable bottle of lotion that is generally used in less-than-respectable ways. francel takes this up and rises to his feet, pouring a generous amount of lotion into his hands.]
Would you prefer to have your massage lying down or sitting upright, Ser Aymeric?