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Alain’s attempt to share a long suffering, fond glance with Jamie fell well flat. Alain was not suffering; he was only fond. His affected exasperation would be long forgotten once he had his tongue down Cuthbert’s throat. Get on with it! Then, Cuthbert might shut up.
Or, he might not.
“You should have him suck your cock more often,” Jamie whispered, “or gag him while you . . . whatever.”
Alain blushed red, but he kept smiling. “I’ll remember that.”
Tongue still wagging, Cuthbert met his telepathic lover’s eye. He twirled a bandana round one finger, grinning.
Jamie breathed a silent, thankful sigh.
