"We will see." Jamie may be confident, but so is the Chevalier. He kisses Jamie's leg again and, with a slight pull, unties the ribbon. He carefully rolls the stocking down Jamie's leg, then the other, before putting his hands in the gathered fabric of Jamie's chemise and lifting.
"Off." He wants to see the young man he's been touching this evening.
He bites his lip, watching as the Chevalier removes each stocking. It takes nothing to get out of his chemise and he's left bare for the Chevalier's inspection. He's lithe, like a dancer. But he is a young man beneath all those layers.
"Am I to your satisfaction?" he asks, feeling a bit exposed with the Chevalier still in his robe.
The answer is yes, but the Chevalier doesn't give approval so easily. He hums thoughtfully, eyes raking over the young man as he leans over him. He waits until he's seen plenty, then kisses him, giving his thighs a nudge so that they spread for him.
Jamie leans up into the kiss. He spreads his thighs to make room for the Chevalier between them. Then he kisses the man again, one hand sliding through his golden hair to brush it back over his shoulder.
As his hands slide down again, he pushes at the Chevalier's robe, hoping to coax it off.
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"Off." He wants to see the young man he's been touching this evening.
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"Am I to your satisfaction?" he asks, feeling a bit exposed with the Chevalier still in his robe.
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"Time will tell..."
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As his hands slide down again, he pushes at the Chevalier's robe, hoping to coax it off.