It's not the first time he's heard it from Armand's lips, and here, as he kneels and gulps messily around Armand's twitching cock, he preens about it. In this moment, he can't find any doubt in him that it's meant, that Armand loves him.
Whether or not his throat has been too shredded to talk about it doesn't matter. He can give Armand something apparently no one else has, mind-bogglingly enough: his devotion.
So he swallows until he can't, and doesn't move, looking up at Armand with eyes that reflect the color of his own.
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It's not the first time he's heard it from Armand's lips, and here, as he kneels and gulps messily around Armand's twitching cock, he preens about it. In this moment, he can't find any doubt in him that it's meant, that Armand loves him.
Whether or not his throat has been too shredded to talk about it doesn't matter. He can give Armand something apparently no one else has, mind-bogglingly enough: his devotion.
So he swallows until he can't, and doesn't move, looking up at Armand with eyes that reflect the color of his own.