[As though Alcryst would not immediately be determined that Fogado should feel as good as he does, if not better. He presses into Fogado's hand, shame momentarily discarded in favor of need as his own strokes match Fogado's pace.]
You're beautiful. [That's not the right word to describe a prince, but it's what comes to Alcryst's lips now. He'll apologize later.]
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You're beautiful. [That's not the right word to describe a prince, but it's what comes to Alcryst's lips now. He'll apologize later.]