I--[Another moan bitten back. He wants to get his words out.]--I had a good...
[The grinding is like the sweetest touch of a single raspberry to a flute of champagne, filled with spirit for consuming at the end. He tilts his head back to press against Blanc's.] A good master.
[A huff of panting breath spills from his mouth again. Orange feels beyond full, figuratively and literally. At least he'll never be with child.]
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[The grinding is like the sweetest touch of a single raspberry to a flute of champagne, filled with spirit for consuming at the end. He tilts his head back to press against Blanc's.] A good master.
[A huff of panting breath spills from his mouth again. Orange feels beyond full, figuratively and literally. At least he'll never be with child.]