Francis Bonnefoy.

_{[ Those must have been some pretty blue grapes. His eyes are rather twinkly, though. He seems to be doing a pretty decent job for someone who lacks experience, but it's the fact he doesn't want to keep his mouth shut that might ruin everything. Just like here, where he slides his mouth back, teeth accidentally grazing the other man. He blurts out: ]}

I'm always attractive..!!

_{[ Oh. Sensitive, much? ]}

Don't tell me what to do; I was just gonna do that! I'm gonna touch myself for myself. You got that?

_{[ He busies himself unfastening his denims and exposes himself. He's hard. It's kind of surprising he hasn't fussed about this until now, but his hand works.. um, rather quickly. His other hand takes France by the base and he pants against the other blond before teasing him at the tip, lips sealing tightly over the end. He stops just to talk, again, but sounds a lot more huskier: ]}

You better make a mess all over me.

_{[ Heathen. ]}