[He wets his lips over a stifled moan for the loss of those fingers. Orange even shuffles back a few hands wanting this other man against him, inside him, anything to be touching.]
Was all pleasure beforehand merely a farce to get me on my hands and knees then?
[It's not a serious question even if Blanc's answer might be a 'yes' because Orange does not mind. His body wants this, a piece of him that was not allowed to be true to itself wants this. Alfred stills himself as ordered, tilting his head only to partake in the warm breath at his neck. He would be lying though if he said he wasn't a little nervous.]
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Was all pleasure beforehand merely a farce to get me on my hands and knees then?
[It's not a serious question even if Blanc's answer might be a 'yes' because Orange does not mind. His body wants this, a piece of him that was not allowed to be true to itself wants this. Alfred stills himself as ordered, tilting his head only to partake in the warm breath at his neck. He would be lying though if he said he wasn't a little nervous.]