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[peacetalks]

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

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[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?

[peacetalks]

Oh.

[he's surprised by how just hearing that is like levin to his arousal, and his hand moves to cover his groin through his trousers, squeezing]

Aye, just like that. By the Fury... you make me want you terribly. Hearing that would be more than enough to have me on my knees afore you.

[finalsteps]

I would tell you to let me put you into my care instead. That I would be the one on my knees afore you.

[ His hands are at his trousers, undoing them. ]

Gods, Aymeric.

[peacetalks]

[he laughs softly, husky]

Aught you desire I would happily give you, my love. Whether 'tis my mouth, my hands, or...

[there's a moment of hesitation, like aymeric is realizing just how filthy this conversation has become]

... where are your hands now?

[finalsteps]

They are at my trousers, beloved. I would think to pleasure myself from this conversation. Would you want to hear that?

[ HEH. HEH! ]

[peacetalks]

... aye, I would.

[a low growl emanates from his chest into the phone receiver]

But there is something I would have you do first. Place your fingers at your lips, if you don't mind.

[finalsteps]

[ A little shifting and he's confirming. ]

Aye? What then?

[peacetalks]

Put your fingers in your mouth--two will do--and suck on them, as you would... other things. I would hear it, as I'm not there to verify the veracity of your ministrations.

[there's a note of command in his voice]

[finalsteps]

[ Oh, and he would listen to his Lord Commander, of course. So he obliges easily. Taking the fingers into his mouth and humming around them. Deep and throaty like he would if it were Aymeric's very cock in his mouth. ]

Mmm?

[ He hums into the phone, almost asking if this is what he meant. ]

[peacetalks]

[lets out a slow, shaky breath as he listens to that]

Yes. Just like that, very good. You have them pressed deep, I can tell. This is how you would have me, is it not? Filling your mouth and throat. I can picture it perfectly.