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[peacetalks]

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

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[finalsteps]

Yes, Aymeric?

[ nibbling it gently. ]

[peacetalks]

[inhales quickly, shifting under estinien, his fingers at his ass squeezing it]

You, ah... flatter me overmuch... I am, ah, always astounded, by how handsome you are.

[finalsteps]

[ purring a little bit into his ear, very nice. ]

There is not an onze of flattery if I am just telling the truth.

[peacetalks]

[a hard shiver runs down aymeric's spine and he's unable to suppress it]

When you... ah, say it like that, how am I to argue...?

[finalsteps]

[ Ah, but... ]

I very well can't rile you up right now, can I?

[peacetalks]

[growls softly]

My dearest Estinien, I daresay you already have.

[finalsteps]

But we can't in this nest, can we?

[ HEH. ]

[peacetalks]

Nay, we cannot. You will have to be good, for now. Otherwise there will be consequences.

[lightly swats his ass, for emphasis]

[finalsteps]

And what could those consequences be?

[ Taking note of that ass slap.

But also nibbling down to his neck. ]

[peacetalks]

A scolding, for one, and a lecture on manners, for two.

[aymeric isn't stopping him, though. not yet. he swallows and tilts his head to offer more of his neck to estinien]

[finalsteps]

You wouldn't scold me, would you?

[ Hmm, finding a point on his neck to worry his teeth on. Yes, he is leaving a mark. ]

[peacetalks]

--ah!

[aymeric lets out a soft gasp and his fingers at estinien's ass dig into it]

Oh, I... just might, if you keep this up.

[finalsteps]

[ This is so fun for him. He’s humming happily and leaving more than one mark. ]

But this looks so good on you.

[peacetalks]

Menace.

[he lets out a rumble-growl-purr, not displeased]

Whatever am I to do with you...?

[finalsteps]

Accept me for the misbehaved menace I am, or don't.

[ Nipping his ear. ]

[peacetalks]

[groans softly]

I... will always accept you, though I may be forced to enact discipline soon.

[leans in by estinien's ear to speak]

Arise, and accompany me to my room.

[finalsteps]

I've doubts you could discipline me.

[ He laughs fondly. Pulling himself up, and Aymeric. ]

We should go before I tease you much more.

[peacetalks]

[aymeric looks flushed, breathing a tad hard, and watching estinien with hooded, hungry eyes]

You mean to test me, I see.

[he gets up and carefully adjusts his clothes before heading towards his room]

Come. Do not dally.

[finalsteps]

[ YEAH HE SURE DOES. His tail wraps around Aymeric's wrist as they walk back to his room. His own eyes are narrowed, hungry, wanting. ]

I do mean to test you, beloved.

[peacetalks]

[as soon as the door is shut aymeric is shoving estinien up against it, pinning him bodily to the door and slamming his elbow against the door next to estinien's head. his eyes are bright, glowing softly in the dim light]

Tell me now if you do not wish for me to be rough with you, Estinien. After this, I shall not ask again.

[this is mostly posturing; if estinien ever expressed dismay during sex, aymeric would stop immediately and tend to him. he mostly wants to communicate his intent to ravage estinien more than anything else]

[finalsteps]

[ oh, oh shit yeah. this is what he likes from aymeric. that cool dominant side of him. that collected and calculating glance he has. he can deal with this. he can also handle it, knowing that if he tapped out aymeric would listen. ]

I wish for it, beloved. Show me just how rough you can be with me.

[ s m i r k. ]

[peacetalks]

[aymeric lets out a breath and matches that expression with a grin, before kissing estinien hard and biting at his lip, lining his hips up with estinien's and rocking forward, grinding against him]

[finalsteps]

[ his lips part with a gasp, and his hands curl at Aymeric’s hips as he grinds back against him. Meeting him with each rock.

He’s never sighed happier. ]

[peacetalks]

[it's tempting to just rut like that until they're both breathless and trembling, but aymeric has other plans. he pulls back reluctantly and grabs estinien by the waist to flip him so he's facing the door, pressing up against his backside. he murmurs into estinien's ear]

Lift your arms and place them above your head.

[finalsteps]

[ He moves without an argument, eyes narrowing with curiosity as he’s given orders. No one tel anyone Estinien may actually like being give. Orders like this.

He raises his arms, putting them above his head asked. ]

Twelve and Halone be damned.

[ he lets out a breath. ]