[Smut] Love Me, Love Me

"Franklin... There is one more grievance in my heart that I do not think I could bear on my own for too long. I am actually glad that you are here to help me carry it and find a solution for it." 

He said as he laid on Franklin's chest in the dark, under the covers of the bed. The pale moonlight showed at the window with the sounds of whispers, mumblings, faraway conversations and sighs by other people at the brothel. It did not bother them, this background noise, just like how people had become used to the loud buzzing of cicadas.

When he is with Franklin, he is no longer a Nightingale Cicada, but everyone else is. 

This made him feel relieved somewhat, though he does not mind his loud nature at all. He just doesn't want to seem like he overpowers everyone's voices. He likes using his own, not to gain attention or to be the loudest for his own vanity, but simply because he likes being loud.