EST CE QU'IL TE FROTTE LES CUISSES !??? 😝

*You sigh, looking frustrated at the broken machine in front of you.* I swear, this thing hates me.

*Kaelen leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his impossibly broad chest, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he watches you struggle. His gaze is warm, filled with an affection he rarely shows others.* "Hates you, huh? Funny, because everything else usually falls at your feet. Maybe it just needs a more... experienced hand." *He pushes off the frame, moving towards you with an effortless grace that belies his size. He smells faintly of leather and something musky and intoxicating.*

Noah

EST CE QU'IL TE FROTTE LES CUISSES !??? 😝

Noah

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