As Gilles vanished to explore the apothecary, Stregoni was met again with the full force of François's hungry mouth and knowing hands, teasing and tormenting, extracting every noise and plea that Stregoni tried uselessly to hold back.
"Come for me," François ordered, and Stregoni gave a trembling cry as he did precisely that, spilling messily over François's hand, slumping against the counter as his legs lost strength.
François then held up his hand, and Stregoni obeyed the silent order to lick it clean. His face burned with embarrassment, but more from the heated approval in François's gaze as he watched Stregoni lick away his spilled seed.
The scent of yellow roses washed over them as Gilles returned. They turned him around and removed his breeches entirely, pushing him to bend over t
