[With his clean hand, he gives Francel's ankle a kind squeeze.]
There is no terrible rush. I shall bring you a towel. [He makes his way over with a wobbly gait. He doesn't bother putting any clothes on for this endeavor. The sound of water is heard a room over as Aymeric washes his hands (and probably his cock). He returns with a damp towel, his leg muscles having regained their strength now for him to walk normally. His cock is still reddish and half hard between his legs, though it seems to be calming still.
He half-sit kneels onto the chaise, bringing the warm cloth up between Francel's legs. He pulls Francel's pants out o the way a bit so that he can see better as he dabs away lube and come.]
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There is no terrible rush. I shall bring you a towel. [He makes his way over with a wobbly gait. He doesn't bother putting any clothes on for this endeavor. The sound of water is heard a room over as Aymeric washes his hands (and probably his cock). He returns with a damp towel, his leg muscles having regained their strength now for him to walk normally. His cock is still reddish and half hard between his legs, though it seems to be calming still.
He half-sit kneels onto the chaise, bringing the warm cloth up between Francel's legs. He pulls Francel's pants out o the way a bit so that he can see better as he dabs away lube and come.]
How does the theater sound to you today, my Lord?