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[peacetalks]

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

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[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.

[finalsteps]

Mhmm...

[ He makes sure that Aymeric can hear every single groan, every single noise, every single thing he's doing.

He wants him turned on, wanting. ]

[peacetalks]

Oh... very good. You sound lovely.

[there's a rustle of fabric as aymeric gives in and palms himself through his trousers before slipping his hand inside]

[finalsteps]

[ he sighs out happily. He will moan around his fingers again and breathe right through his nose. Making sure aymeric can hear every bit of it. He does want to make sure his beloved is enjoying this after all. ]

Mmm, ‘meric...

[ He muffles around his fingers, a little bit of longing behind that. Estinien is far certain that this is going to cause them to want one another more. ]

[peacetalks]

Seven hells.

[he's so aroused like this, unable to stop himself from stroking his erection]

If I--if I were there at your side, I would not stop at having your mouth. I would enjoy it thoroughly, to be sure, and then I would press you down while I slick open your arse with my fingers.

[finalsteps]

[ Estinien so badly wants to stroke his as well, but he’s more focused on making sure Aymeric can hear him sucking on his own fingers like he’s got a cock in his mouth.

He takes a breath, shaky, and puts those fingers to the back of his throat like he has taken his lover all the way. Gods does he want to take him all the way right now.

He makes an inquisitive noise, what next? What would the other do to him next? ]

[peacetalks]

[starting to pant, his voice breathy]

I would take my time to prepare you properly. I'll not rush such a delicate matter, though I shan't lie and say I wouldn't enjoy feeling you writhe impatiently in the meanwhile.

[chuckles]

And when you're plenty stretched and slick, I would press you into the bed--mayhaps on your front, with your hips in the air and your head resting on a pillow, so I can slide into you perfectly deep. What do you think, beloved?