[francel's breath escapes him in a sigh as zephirin's fingers press lightly against him, then slip deeper within. his own hands pin the folds of his robe against his hips, baring his view of ser zephirin the just — the most pious and devout man to be found in all of ishgard — kissing the flushed and needy tip of his erection. the young priest is not given enough time to relish this divine vision, however; in another moment, zephirin is up against his lips again.
francel's insides pull taut — but, as he opens his mouth for a deeper kiss, his tension ebbs away until his body is pleasantly relaxed, even pliant.]
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[francel's breath escapes him in a sigh as zephirin's fingers press lightly against him, then slip deeper within. his own hands pin the folds of his robe against his hips, baring his view of ser zephirin the just — the most pious and devout man to be found in all of ishgard — kissing the flushed and needy tip of his erection. the young priest is not given enough time to relish this divine vision, however; in another moment, zephirin is up against his lips again.
francel's insides pull taut — but, as he opens his mouth for a deeper kiss, his tension ebbs away until his body is pleasantly relaxed, even pliant.]