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Words were blending together as his pleasure heightened, making it impossible to tell where French started and English ended. “You are si bon,” he breathed, hips rolling back with a louder moan as he impaled himself further. Every movement had him mewling out and searching for any part of the Irishman to hold onto, the excitement made all that much more by the darkness of the room. Most sun-faring folk were making their way to work while Brant was making his way to an overpowering orgasm. With Nicky’s help, naturally.

He hoped they could hear him as they passed outside, their supposed envy making him chuckle before a gasp interrupted. “Nicky, so belle… Si belle.” Fingers snared the older man’s chin for a bruising kiss, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh with a growl.