[ He wouldn't dream of stopping, won't leave this place between Lyney's legs until he's undone and trembling. Slowly he falls into a rhythm with his hand and mouth, the circle of his fist following the lead of his lips, never leaving Lyney wanting. He wonders what Lyney thinks of with each movement, what's going through his head right now. Just pleasure? Some pride for getting the Duke on his knees? Maybe his darling Lynette?
He opens his eyes, looks up at him from his place at the ground, never pausing his ministrations. He wonders if he can tease from him the answer to his question--wonders if he can make Lyney think only of him. ]
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He opens his eyes, looks up at him from his place at the ground, never pausing his ministrations. He wonders if he can tease from him the answer to his question--wonders if he can make Lyney think only of him. ]