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

[aymeric growls, low and draconic and hungry, but loud enough estinien will unmistakably hear it]

Pray believe me when I say I should like naught more than to swive you until you cannot walk for a full sun. You'll get no relief from me 'lest you beg for it. I want to hear you howl and scream for me while I take you, Estinien. Will you do that for me?

[ That definitely went straight to his dick. The moment he sees Aymeric in person? Oh, it’s on. ]

I would do anything for you should you promise to swive me until I can no longer walk.

I would do anything for you regardless of that, too, you should know.

[ The growl he returns is heavy, and his own hand wraps around his cock to pump it firmly. ]

[aymeric is doing the same, hips writhing against the bed, his grip on the phone growing tight, moaning shamelessly into the receiver now]

I know. I know, oh, Fury, Estinien, I love you so much. I can barely stand it for how much I want you...!

Edited 2022-03-21 20:52 (UTC)

[ There are a few heavy breaths into the phone now, his own hips rising off the bed a few times. He is nearly breathless but he has a little bit of control here, he thinks. ]

Let me hear you come for me, aye? [ A deep growl from within his chest. ]

Let me hear how much you want me.

Yes!

[aymeric nearly sobs, his hand jerking himself off quickly, toes curling as he rapidly reaches the edge and spills over his fist, crying out with relief]

[ That was incredibly hot. He groans a little louder and pumps his fist a little faster. Crying out when he spills over his fist as well. ]

Gods damn, Aymeric—!

[panting, breathless and dazed, gasping softly as he listens to estinien come, and groans from how his spent cock still feels a slight pang of heat]

Oh... gods...