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[He looks Francel in the eye, looking down at his body with hunger. For how confident Francel was (in ways) today, he almost kept fogetting how new he was to all of this. His leans in to kiss his forehead and mouth. He smiled against him, keeping his laigh to himself. How interesting they were playing romantic lovers again- even with the change of role. Aymeric didn't particularly mind this. Though it made him wonder who was really pursuing who.]

I am a knight; I live to serve. [He flips Francel underneath him with ridiculous ease, pinning his wrists and rutting against him a bit more. He switches Francel's wrists into one hand as he pulls the snaps on his pants open. He gives his entire package a squeeze.]

And you, my beloved squire, I take pleasure over duty to serve.