[Claude's not sure what brings more heat to his face-- Lorenz's soft lips pressing to his knuckles, or how quickly he acquiesces to Claude's request. Some teasing remark about how easy it would be to trick Lorenz here sits on his tongue but he swallows it back-- Lorenz undoubtedly knows, but he's trusting Claude anyway.]
I'd never, it's a lovely skirt! [He says instead, gently squeezing Lorenz's hands. He's careful leading him over the sand, and it's very slow-going until they figure it out, but it's not too much longer until Claude is situating him right in front of his little picnic set-up.
There's a faint worry that it's not going to live up to all the build-up but as always, Claude can only feign complete confidence in his plan. He releases Lorenz's hands, stepping to the side and sweeping his arms out in a grand gesture.]
Alright, you can open your eyes!
[Anise chirps from on top of one of the cushions, then flies off, having done her solemn duty in guarding the spot. (In typical DTF fashion, she doesn't go far, but she'll leave them be for their ~intimate acts~)]
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I'd never, it's a lovely skirt! [He says instead, gently squeezing Lorenz's hands. He's careful leading him over the sand, and it's very slow-going until they figure it out, but it's not too much longer until Claude is situating him right in front of his little picnic set-up.
There's a faint worry that it's not going to live up to all the build-up but as always, Claude can only feign complete confidence in his plan. He releases Lorenz's hands, stepping to the side and sweeping his arms out in a grand gesture.]
Alright, you can open your eyes!
[Anise chirps from on top of one of the cushions, then flies off, having done her solemn duty in guarding the spot. (In typical DTF fashion, she doesn't go far, but she'll leave them be for their ~intimate acts~)]