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Gascon does want that general of his to come looking. Wants to see what a fit of jealousy would look like on his worry-lined face. Would Reynard set aside his damned propriety and his gentle touch and finally, finally just fuck Gascon senseless like he wants?
It’s why they’re here at all, Roche stroking him mercilessly and rumbling threats into his ear. He’s teetering on the edge, about to give up and spend himself all over the Temerian’s sword-calloused fingers when he hears the door of the adjourning bedchamber swing shut.
Gascon frees his mouth from Roche’s hand and howls.