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[peacetalks]

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

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[finalsteps]

[ 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—!

[peacetalks]

[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...

[finalsteps]

[ He too is breathless, taking one breath in and one breath out. Gods, how would he survive until this was over anyways? ]

You sound incredible.

[peacetalks]

... as do you, my love.

[sounding out of breath but so, so fond]

[finalsteps]

Did it help?

[ You know, talking like that!! ]

[peacetalks]

More than you know.

[chuckles softly, elated and post-coital]

... I love you.

[finalsteps]

And I love you. Know that I will be right here, and I will do this as oft as you please.

Have you slept, beloved?

[peacetalks]

Not yet. I daresay I shall soon enough, after that. And you?

[finalsteps]

I could try, if you will.

[peacetalks]

Shall we make it a pact? I shall try to sleep, and dream sweetly of you.