[ If having Louis behind him wasn't always in itself so unbearably wonderful, Armand would almost have to mourn the fact they're no longer facing each otherβ that he can't watch Louis's eyes as they glitter darkly with his building lust.
Breathing in and out, he grinds his hips back against Louis's body and then rocks them forward again in rhythmic motion, seeking the touch from both sides. An angel with black wings, indulgent and unashamed. ]
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[ Armand turns his head to meet Louis's gaze, if only briefly; his own eyes are glassy and lustful with adoration, and something like regret, as if he knows tomorrow this intimacy will be put back on the shelf in favor of the interview. ]
We could stay like this, you know, [ he says gently, allowing a soft gasp as Louis's cock, beneath the silk, becomes more and more apparent against him. ] Just the two of us within an Eden of our own making.
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Breathing in and out, he grinds his hips back against Louis's body and then rocks them forward again in rhythmic motion, seeking the touch from both sides. An angel with black wings, indulgent and unashamed. ]
Louisβ
[ Armand turns his head to meet Louis's gaze, if only briefly; his own eyes are glassy and lustful with adoration, and something like regret, as if he knows tomorrow this intimacy will be put back on the shelf in favor of the interview. ]
We could stay like this, you know, [ he says gently, allowing a soft gasp as Louis's cock, beneath the silk, becomes more and more apparent against him. ] Just the two of us within an Eden of our own making.