Were it anyone else at the head of the table, adorned in flowers and leaves and husks, Louis might have already made a scene. The flowers in their hair, the way they're all sat at the table like guests of honor - on display. It doesn't feel like a witch hunt, but he foolishly understands Armand's fears of exposure now that so many eyes are turned on them.
But he can play the part, ignore the stares, focus instead on his husband and the sweet, rich red that drips between his nimble fingers. Armand makes the command and Louis opens his mouth from muscle memory alone, tipping his head and licking at the juice, from one end of his forearm up to the slender wrist. He sucks Armand's thumb into his mouth on the next pass, humming at the flavor. Sweet and succulent fruit, laced with blood.
"You're very generous, your Majesty," he hums, licking at the base of his palm next. If this is what the Balfours want, then why shy away from the truth now? Though there's a murmur across Armand's mind: Figure we'll play into it until we can get answers?
Not that he's going to complain - not when he returns to suck an index finger into his mouth next, reverent and hungry.
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But he can play the part, ignore the stares, focus instead on his husband and the sweet, rich red that drips between his nimble fingers. Armand makes the command and Louis opens his mouth from muscle memory alone, tipping his head and licking at the juice, from one end of his forearm up to the slender wrist. He sucks Armand's thumb into his mouth on the next pass, humming at the flavor. Sweet and succulent fruit, laced with blood.
"You're very generous, your Majesty," he hums, licking at the base of his palm next. If this is what the Balfours want, then why shy away from the truth now? Though there's a murmur across Armand's mind: Figure we'll play into it until we can get answers?
Not that he's going to complain - not when he returns to suck an index finger into his mouth next, reverent and hungry.