Between the warmth of the fire and the delightful feeling of Laertes' nails on his back, Lucien is practically boneless as he attempts to snuggle still closer. "I do, mon cœur," he says, quiet but grinning all the same. He does rouse himself enough to stretch for a soft, mostly gentle kiss.
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Date: 2024-01-04 02:21 am (UTC)