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I feel the contact, and something uncontrollable pulsing beneath the fabric of his trousers. I look at him, and his face is a mixture of turbidity and tension, his slightly reddened ears betray what his body cannot hide.

I remain motionless, unable to react immediately, unable to pull my hand away, unable to avert my gaze from that grey that has decided to consume me.

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Crapaud Réveillé

Evander

Dorian’s breath remains ragged beside me, I feel his cock pulsing between my fingers.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Before pulling away from him, I squeeze it.

His eyes fly open, surprise and something indefinable flicker through his gaze.

“You may release your poses, gentlemen. It is done. The light was generous, despite the mist. Guillaume, run! To the tent, at once!”

I withdraw slowly and take a step to the side.

“Thank you, Monsieur Viande.”

I exit the gazebo, sensing Dorian following me. I watch him wrap his cloak around himself quickly, his face still flushed, his shoulders tense.

“You surprise me continually, Viscount.”

The last word escapes him as a huff. “Who the devil taught you to behave so indecently?”

“You chose the wrong person to play with.”

He moves to my side, matching his stride to mine.

“I am not playing, I tell you again. Pochemu ty tak zatsiklilsya na etom?”

“Cela vous donne cette nuance de rouge,” I say as quickly as possible.

He looks at me, perplexed, while adjusting his collar. “What did you say?”

“What did you say?”

“Don’t answer a question with another question.”

I ignore him as we reach the spot where the others await. Agnes observes us with curiosity.

“Well, Viscount, what do you think?”

“It is a bit uncomfortable to remain still for so long.”

“It is only a few seconds.” Isobel offers a slight, not entirely natural smile.

I try to return the smile, but I feel the muscles of my mouth are taut.

Since when have I begun to harbor such unpleasant feelings toward her?