[When Blanc leaves his side Orange moves to sit up and watch him, bare as the day they were born. The jar is a curiosity.]
You're well-versed in this.
[Orange remarks, it's both a teasing observation and veiled assurance that Blanc knows what he's doing. Blanc will saddle him well without harm. Right? When he talks of putting the younger man into position he can practically feel his loins jump at the prospect. On his hands and knees, the way of beasts and harlots.] Yes sir.
[Alfred takes to being put into the position easily. It helps those hands feel damnably warm on him while still making his skin jump from anticipation. What he must look like, Orange wonders with his thighs spread. What others would think of him if they saw him this way. But Blanc sees beauty, does he not? Blanc sees something no one else seems to ever notice in Alfred Newendyke, if anyone ever notices him at all.]
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You're well-versed in this.
[Orange remarks, it's both a teasing observation and veiled assurance that Blanc knows what he's doing. Blanc will saddle him well without harm. Right? When he talks of putting the younger man into position he can practically feel his loins jump at the prospect. On his hands and knees, the way of beasts and harlots.] Yes sir.
[Alfred takes to being put into the position easily. It helps those hands feel damnably warm on him while still making his skin jump from anticipation. What he must look like, Orange wonders with his thighs spread. What others would think of him if they saw him this way. But Blanc sees beauty, does he not? Blanc sees something no one else seems to ever notice in Alfred Newendyke, if anyone ever notices him at all.]