[zephirin's response is perfectly innocent, calm, and composed — all things that francel, currently, is not.
the young lord is beyond all thoughts of sin and shame. he shifts his weight on the bed, baring himself for zephirin to see; the lines of his body are open to zephirin's touch. keenly he is still aware that zephirin is sick and feverish, that the knight should rest, but he wants one thing, he tells himself, just one thing...]
...Help me.
[it is a command, but a plantive one, a humble plea. francel begs as if for mercy, as if zephirin has been torturing him with the sweet and gentle ear massage he has so generously provided — indeed, perhaps that is exactly what he has been doing. whimpering, francel moves his body closer towards zephirin's pillow, so that his lips are mere ilms from the temple knight's mouth. his hand pumps his throbbing erection with hopeless desperation.]
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the young lord is beyond all thoughts of sin and shame. he shifts his weight on the bed, baring himself for zephirin to see; the lines of his body are open to zephirin's touch. keenly he is still aware that zephirin is sick and feverish, that the knight should rest, but he wants one thing, he tells himself, just one thing...]
...Help me.
[it is a command, but a plantive one, a humble plea. francel begs as if for mercy, as if zephirin has been torturing him with the sweet and gentle ear massage he has so generously provided — indeed, perhaps that is exactly what he has been doing. whimpering, francel moves his body closer towards zephirin's pillow, so that his lips are mere ilms from the temple knight's mouth. his hand pumps his throbbing erection with hopeless desperation.]
Kiss me...?