[Oh, hearing that makes it feel as though suddenly his own blood is on fire, licking through him and thrilling him. The idea of Aymeric on top of him, riding, that forms a hunger anew.

He shivers and gives a light nip to Aymeric's throat.]

I would beg for another occasion, then. To know this instead of being a mere fantasy to me, else I will never rest. You tease, my dear Lord Commander.

[But pampering he still wishes to do. Haurchefant would worship Aymeric with his all, to make sure he feels properly adored and unable to question it. Shoving his hands under Aymeric's shirt, he pushes up so he can start peppering kisses down his chest proper, stopping only so he can drag his tongue down over his stomach.]