[Claude wants to devour those little hands that are trying to push him away. He wants to suck each delicate finger and swallow those tiny bones. But he doesn't. For now, he's satisfied. As a reward, he pulls himself out of his Master, yet keeps holding him close to himself, trapped in his arms. His naked chest is pressed against Alois' small, trembling back, and his arms are both around his tiny waist.
Right now, Alois is hurt and agonizing just like a fragile butterfly with a ripped wing would be. But he will be alright, well wrapped up in Claude's web, unable to fly anywhere.]
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Right now, Alois is hurt and agonizing just like a fragile butterfly with a ripped wing would be. But he will be alright, well wrapped up in Claude's web, unable to fly anywhere.]
Yes, Master?
[He nuzzles Alois' bruised neck.]