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[peacetalks]

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

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[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]

[finalsteps]

Of course I am. Your hands feel strong, secure.

[ His shirt is open at least. ]

[peacetalks]

I do so love to touch you... I cannot but admire your physicality, the strength of muscle you've obtained from years of devoted practice. Even your scars are beautiful to me; they only serve to highlight how incredibly strong you are.

[can't help but sound overly fond]

I love to kiss your neck and your chest. I love to kiss your scars and your ticklish spots. I love to kiss your skin and make it rise with goosebumps. I love to tease and play with your nipples. Oh, the sounds you make when I do that...

[finalsteps]

[ He wishes Aymeric were next to him, that would make the completely flushed look on his face a lot better perhaps. His hands draw over every place he speaks of, and stops to pay extra attention to his nipples, sighing soft and making those noises Aymeric so loves to hear. ]

Like that, aye?