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"Tell me you'll stay and I'll make sure your supplication is well rewarded."
The words stuck in his throat as if they were barbed and sharp at their edges. His legs fell apart wider as Ormund fucked against him, forcing punched-out sounds of pleasure from his heaving chest. Gwayne's neck felt wet with spit and the moisture of Ormund's breath, his skin crawling and burning where his cousin palmed over his stomach and hips as if he were a woman Ormund intended to fill with his babes- already dizzy with the thought of planting his seed.
"I'll stay," Gwayne choked out. "With the boy, and with you," came as an added afterthought and clarification: he would not be here to be Ormund's bedwarmer alone. There existed some honour to be claimed in that detail, he told himself.
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ormund tells gwayne of a plan, though not the one he wished to hear.