[that warms aymeric's heart to hear, as well as his groin, and he wastes no time peeling estinien's smallclothes off and discarding them as well. carefully he curls his fingers around estinien's length and strokes it, leaning down to wrap his lips around the tip and savor the taste of him]
[aymeric's eyes hood as he glances up at estinien for a moment to catch his expression, and then he's swallowing his cock deep, moaning like he's been hungry for him, his hand working where his mouth can't quite reach]
[ Had Aymeric sensed he was being far too careful? He takes a breath once Aymeric is on his cock again and holds him firm. Leaving him only room to have Estinien's cock in his mouth and to bob his head just slightly. ]
[aymeric moans again around estinien's cock, the tips of his ears crimson. he has just enough room to breathe through his nose so long as he's careful, and swallows rhythmically around the length filling his mouth. it's difficult, but it's intoxicating too]
[his free hand grips estinien's thigh, claws digging in as he bobs his head as much as he can, encouraging estinien to fuck his mouth, his groaning unceasing as though he couldn't silence himself if he tried]
[aymeric can't exactly speak to give estinien permission, but from the way he gazes up at estinien with hooded, hungry eyes and practically shoves the entire length of him into his throat as far as he can take it sends a message--or so he hopes]
[ that. that certainly DOES send that message to estinien. so he doesnt hold back anymore, bucking his hips and absolutely fucking aymeric's throat in the process. though, he's still considerate enough to be opsitive he isn't going to choke his boyfriend. ]
[his hands grip estinien's hips tightly and he clenches his eyes shut to focus on not choking, on keeping his throat as open and relaxed as possible. despite himself, aymeric's own hips shift against the bed, needing some stimulation to take the edge off himself, so hard he can barely think straight]
[ He's going to have to take care of Aymeric in a moment, his ever dedicated boyfriend. Right now, Estinien loses himself in his release. Barely able to warn before he releases down Aymeric's throat. ]
[he definitely chokes at first, struggling to swallow, brow drawn in as he gulps at estinien's cock, so hungry for him his eyelids flutter. still he manages to take most of it, a shudder running through him as he does so. if estinien's grip on his hair loosens at all, he'll try to lift his mouth off so he can gasp for air]
[aymeric lifts himself up shakily, coughing as he swallows, and presses his face into estinien's hand instinctively, groaning--his voice sounding wrecked, husky and ragged and not a tiny bit needy]
[gasps from the first touch, hips jerking into estinien's hand, achingly hard and already dripping precome. he fumbles as he half-collapses onto estinien, pressing his face to his neck as he shudders]
[aymeric nearly sobs into estinien's neck, rutting into his fist, desperately chasing his release, and it's only a few more moments before he comes messily. he cries out incoherently, gasping with relief, entire body trembling with the force of it before collapsing]
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peacetalks) wrote2037-12-13 05:05 pm
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There is a deep rumble when his hips are given attention. And a louder one accompanied by a gasp when his dick is stroked. ]
I trust you.
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Hands finding Aymeric’s hair again and stroking, petting his hair. ]
Fury—
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Fury, gods damnit Aymeric.
[ Estinien definitely has a mouth on him when Aymeric does this to him. The hands in Aymeric's hair grip. Firm, but not too tight. ]
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I don't mind it if you hold me down.
[and he goes back down, letting estinien's cock fill his mouth with a groan]
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If this is what you so wish, beloved.
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That's good.
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Godsdamn Aymeric, good, just like that.
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Aymeric, by the Fury. I won't last.
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[his hands grip estinien's hips tightly and he clenches his eyes shut to focus on not choking, on keeping his throat as open and relaxed as possible. despite himself, aymeric's own hips shift against the bed, needing some stimulation to take the edge off himself, so hard he can barely think straight]
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Shite-!
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Deep breath, you did so good.
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Fury, yes, Estinien, yes, please touch me--
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I'll touch you all you like, all you want...!
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Handsome?
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Mmh?
[wait, did estinien just call him a pet name...]
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Do you feel good?
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