[ There are many, many ways Armand could respond to Louis's proposal, but rather than put voice to any, he only smiles now with teeth, tilting his chin upward in an expression that somehow manages to be both beatific and cunningβ or perhaps, more simply, it could just be described as coy.
His eyelashes flutter in their practiced coquetry, an impishness coming alive within his hellfire gaze.
He rocks his hips slowly into and against Louis's stroking hand, forward and back at an unhurried pace. ]
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His eyelashes flutter in their practiced coquetry, an impishness coming alive within his hellfire gaze.
He rocks his hips slowly into and against Louis's stroking hand, forward and back at an unhurried pace. ]
And just what sort of devil does that make you?