[it's too much. too fast. all at once, the hunger rouses in francel: aymeric's hands are touching his neck, aymeric's fingertips are tickling his sensitive ear, and aymeric's warm, bloodstained shoulder is so close, so close that all he has to do is just lean forward —
he was already relaxed from the healing; it only takes another moment to surrender to his instincts. suddenly, francel's warm mouth is pressed hungrily against aymeric's skin, his hot tongue working in long strokes at the trail of blood that runs from shoulder to sternum.
he seems... unlikely to stop. as a matter of fact, he continues lapping at aymeric's skin long after all the blood is cleared. it doesn't even appear as though he's heard aymeric's command.
if aymeric has learned one thing, perhaps it's that... he's tasty?]
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he was already relaxed from the healing; it only takes another moment to surrender to his instincts. suddenly, francel's warm mouth is pressed hungrily against aymeric's skin, his hot tongue working in long strokes at the trail of blood that runs from shoulder to sternum.
he seems... unlikely to stop. as a matter of fact, he continues lapping at aymeric's skin long after all the blood is cleared. it doesn't even appear as though he's heard aymeric's command.
if aymeric has learned one thing, perhaps it's that... he's tasty?]