"I believe I'd broken at least two of your ribs," Armand muses, and yet, he still believes his beloved boy would do exactly that. Rest on his knees to prove his worth. And yet, Armand shouldn't push, but he wonders:
"What would you have told yourself after?" he asks, breathless already as he rocks his hips forward. "After you'd taken me deep, after I had come in your mouth," he's narrating at this point, "After we had disposed of you, after Louis had convinced me not to drain you, would you have returned home and thought of me? The taste on your lips? Perhaps I would have let you keep that memory."
His rambling isn't to say Daniel isn't doing a wonderful job. He's absolutely amazing, but Armand has extensive practice focusing.
"And who was it before me?" he murmurs. "Whose cock was last in my beloved boy's mouth?"
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Date: 2024-09-21 12:01 am (UTC)"What would you have told yourself after?" he asks, breathless already as he rocks his hips forward. "After you'd taken me deep, after I had come in your mouth," he's narrating at this point, "After we had disposed of you, after Louis had convinced me not to drain you, would you have returned home and thought of me? The taste on your lips? Perhaps I would have let you keep that memory."
His rambling isn't to say Daniel isn't doing a wonderful job. He's absolutely amazing, but Armand has extensive practice focusing.
"And who was it before me?" he murmurs. "Whose cock was last in my beloved boy's mouth?"