[He was willing to wait; he thought he'd just tease Francel with the sight of him, so when he takes ahold- he's surprised, though pleasantly. He melts into the seating, his breathing growing heavier. He slips out of Francel's grasp to turn over, pulling him on top of his body to kiss him. He ruts against Francel's pant fronts, leaving streaks of precome.]

But of course, my charge. You're very talented as well. The best available I'd wager. And what sort of mentor would I be to leave you uncared for?