[francel can tell by aymeric's mumbling and deeper breathing that his lover is about to fall asleep, and francel happily encourages it, continuing to stroke his hair. the pleasantly heavy weight of aymeric's body feels wonderful against his own. frankly, he can't even move with aymeric on top of him like this, and it highlights just how strong and powerful and well-built his darling lord commander is...
about five minutes later, he realizes he's made a terrible mistake:
1. aymeric came inside him again 2. he should really do something about it 3. the door is locked because he didn't want lord byron getting in 4. even if he calls for their elderly manservant he'll have to explain his clothes
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about five minutes later, he realizes he's made a terrible mistake:
1. aymeric came inside him again
2. he should really do something about it
3. the door is locked because he didn't want lord byron getting in
4. even if he calls for their elderly manservant he'll have to explain his clothes
well fuck????]
...Aymeric. Aymeric, dearest, please get up.