[francel whimpers with obvious pleasure as he happily surrenders himself to aymeric's need, rubbing his slick hands over the older man's chest as he steadies himself. the kiss is returned passionately, and francel grinds his hips against aymeric's cock in return, even though those clear streaks are going to be very difficult to explain to the servants later.

shyly, francel pulls back and shrugs his bliaud off his shoulders, giving aymeric a perfect view of his naked torso. but he's cringing slightly — he's still not accustomed to revealing his body, and there's an uncertainty in the way he's looking into aymeric's eyes, as if begging him for reassurance.]

Oh, my lord... You needn't worry for me, ser. You know how I — how I love you — I would tend to you and ask nothing in return —

[the book's sweet squire says something similar... though he was also being fucked silly at the time.]