[They always fall out of character eventually, but Aymeric is always pleased when Francel at least tries to keep it up. His fingers find Francel's entrance, and he presses in, but allows his young lover to do the movement. He knows how fast he can go at this, but he lets it draw out. After all, he's trying to memorize the wonderful view.]
[he pushes his middle finger in as far as it'll go, starting to wiggle it inside him.]
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[he pushes his middle finger in as far as it'll go, starting to wiggle it inside him.]
Is that alright, boy?