[It's difficult, the way they're positioned; with Haurchefant still upright and himself lying stretched on his cot, there's no good way for Aymeric to reach and touch him without moving up and out of his repose again, which would both ache and likely draw a chastising from his friend besides.
He settles, then, for a soft noise of discontent, pacified only slightly by the kisses pressed against his skin, desirous of so much more.]
Pray have mercy on me, and do not bid me languish without your warmth for long.
[So forward, Lord Commander. How very scandalous.]
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[It's difficult, the way they're positioned; with Haurchefant still upright and himself lying stretched on his cot, there's no good way for Aymeric to reach and touch him without moving up and out of his repose again, which would both ache and likely draw a chastising from his friend besides.
He settles, then, for a soft noise of discontent, pacified only slightly by the kisses pressed against his skin, desirous of so much more.]
Pray have mercy on me, and do not bid me languish without your warmth for long.
[So forward, Lord Commander. How very scandalous.]