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[peacetalks]

"Pray speak your piece, and I shall return it anon."

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[peacetalks]

I can certainly imagine it.

[chuckles softly]

And then... if you would allow it, I would brush your hair. You look quite handsome with your hair tied up, but just as much so with it down. And I do so enjoy running my fingers through it.

[finalsteps]

Ever the romantic you are. You would spoil me as I would like to spoil you.

If you would allow it I would also run my fingers through your hair, and kiss your temples.

[peacetalks]

Of course I would spoil you, my love. I can think of few others who deserve to be spoiled as much as you.

[sighs, almost dreamily]

Oh, how nice that would feel... to lie with you and kiss you, with our hands in one another's hair.

[finalsteps]

You make me think of it, you know. Kissing you, holding you. Being with you.

[ it pains him that they can’t, really. ]

I promise to give you whatever you require whenever we can get close again.

[peacetalks]

[softly, almost a whisper]

And I you. I would shower you with kisses, given half a chance. Your lips, your cheeks, your brow, your ears.

[with an audible grin]

And that spot on the back of your neck that makes you shiver, of course.

[finalsteps]

Now I think you are just trying to lead me into telling you how much I desire you right now.

[ Chuckling into the phone. ]

Was that the goal?

[peacetalks]

[

there's a pause that's long enough to be conspicuous, and aymeric clears his throat]

Not... intentionally.

[finalsteps]

Did you know you make the most irresistible sound when I nibble right below your ears?

[peacetalks]

[laughs softly]

Spoken as though you're not the same. Ever the plight of the elezen, these ears of ours.

Is that what you desire, then? To nibble my ears?

[finalsteps]

I don’t make quite as handsome noises.

[ Smiling a little. ]

When I go from your ear to your jaw is the most handsome noise.

[peacetalks]

[rumbles, low]

Between you and Megumi, you've left a number of marks on my neck I fear will never quite vanish... for when they fade, the two of you see fit to renew them.

[idly unbuttons his tunic and places his hand over his neck]

That is not a complaint, mind you.

[finalsteps]

If your neck was in front of me now, why, I would see it fit to unbutton your high necked shirt and have my way.

You should leave your neck more accessible, love. You could very well show those marks off, aye?

[peacetalks]

Such sights ought to be for your eyes only...

[swallows, running his fingertips along his neck]

And I fear if I left my neck bare you would ravish me at every possible opportunity. Can you deny it?

[finalsteps]

Given the opportunity I would absolutely ravish you at any time.

[ There is a low purr into the receiver, draconic but with no fear of nidhogg. ]

[peacetalks]

[sucks in a deep breath and lets it out, audibly shaky]

Pray tell me more. How you would ravish me.

[finalsteps]

[ ???? Aymeric likes this ???? ]

I would start at your ears and make my way to your jaw, and then I would follow it to your neck.

I am not a patient man…but for you, aye.

[peacetalks]

[there's absolutely a low growl in aymeric's voice, making him sound husky]

And after my neck? Would you leave me wanting? Gods know by that point I feel weak in the knees already.

[finalsteps]

Nay, I would give you what you like. My mouth would spend a considerable amount of time pleasing your chest, my teeth would find your sides. Gods, Aymeric. I would certainly have you writhing below me.

[peacetalks]

[there's a soft gasp from aymeric, and the sound of shifting fabric]

I've no doubt you would. Simply the thought of it is making me long for you, far more than I already did.

[finalsteps]

[ he heard that shifting mister! ]

Do you long for me enough you would pleasure yourself?

[peacetalks]

[another shaky inhale]

... aye. For you, aye.

[finalsteps]

…touch yourself for me then.

[ Purring into the phone again. ]

[peacetalks]

[swallows hard, unbuttoning his shirt further so he can drag his hand along his chest and sides]

Estinien...

[his voice sounds breathy, plaintive]

[finalsteps]

[ Estinien’s own clothes rustle. ]

That’s good, isn’t it? You feel a lot better imagining it’s me, aye?

[peacetalks]

There is no substitute for the real thing, but... yes. It feels good. Are you doing the same, my love? Imagining my hands on you?

[he bites his lip as he works on unbuttoning his trousers]