[in all their months of play, francel's never heard aymeric sound that gruff, that sweet — and it makes him hunger for the man like never before.
he wants aymeric so badly at this point that he barely even needs to be told to shake his hips — he does it of his own volition, swaying them side to side with the skirt lifted so that aymeric can see every damn thing. it's a pity they didn't turn on the orchestrion for a little music. francel makes up his own rhythm, swinging his hips this way and that to let the golden chains on his skirt catch the ceiling light.
when aymeric's hands make their way between his legs, francel can't help but let out a desperate, keening moan. he shakes his hips more vigorously, forward and backward this time, pressing aymeric's fingers more insistently where he wants them to be.]
Oh, please, that's so good —
[he's the one breaking character this time; hastily he pulls himself together, trying to look seductive yet demure again.]
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he wants aymeric so badly at this point that he barely even needs to be told to shake his hips — he does it of his own volition, swaying them side to side with the skirt lifted so that aymeric can see every damn thing. it's a pity they didn't turn on the orchestrion for a little music. francel makes up his own rhythm, swinging his hips this way and that to let the golden chains on his skirt catch the ceiling light.
when aymeric's hands make their way between his legs, francel can't help but let out a desperate, keening moan. he shakes his hips more vigorously, forward and backward this time, pressing aymeric's fingers more insistently where he wants them to be.]
Oh, please, that's so good —
[he's the one breaking character this time; hastily he pulls himself together, trying to look seductive yet demure again.]