[zephirin's focus, the singleminded persistence with which he explores francel's body — his sheer intensity sets the lordling's pulse aflutter, and francel cannot get enough of it. he closes his eyes, swallows hard on a sharp hungry pang of saliva in his mouth; his throat bobs against zephirin's lips. he craves these touches with agonizing need.
francel's ilms and ilms of skin are buttery-smooth, softened by warm water. his many sensitive reactions are varied and deliciously minute. the ghost of a breath along his jaw makes his shoulders twitch; a single lingered moment along his collarbone leaves his thighs squirming with greed once again. the only part of him that is still are his wrists held in zephirin's hands — proof of his surrender, of his consent, that he wants this, that he will not struggle.
no subject
[zephirin's focus, the singleminded persistence with which he explores francel's body — his sheer intensity sets the lordling's pulse aflutter, and francel cannot get enough of it. he closes his eyes, swallows hard on a sharp hungry pang of saliva in his mouth; his throat bobs against zephirin's lips. he craves these touches with agonizing need.
francel's ilms and ilms of skin are buttery-smooth, softened by warm water. his many sensitive reactions are varied and deliciously minute. the ghost of a breath along his jaw makes his shoulders twitch; a single lingered moment along his collarbone leaves his thighs squirming with greed once again. the only part of him that is still are his wrists held in zephirin's hands — proof of his surrender, of his consent, that he wants this, that he will not struggle.
still further proof is his whispered plea:]
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