[But his hand continues to cradle the back of Haurchefant's head as he resumes his efforts, stroking soft locks of hair and the curve of his scalp as that clever mouth settles back into working Aymeric over. A flush rises in his cheeks despite his better efforts; though he does a fair job of holding back from crying out, he can't smother all the noises that escape him, until soon Haurchefant is coaxing out a steady stream of breathy gasps and faint pitched whines.
Interest stirs between his legs, until soon even his permissive cloth trousers are tight, and it's all Aymeric can do to keep from squirming in search of friction that simply isn't there. Haurchefant's hand is so light, so gentle as to be feather-light, and it's almost too much in how it isn't nearly, nearly enough.]
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[But his hand continues to cradle the back of Haurchefant's head as he resumes his efforts, stroking soft locks of hair and the curve of his scalp as that clever mouth settles back into working Aymeric over. A flush rises in his cheeks despite his better efforts; though he does a fair job of holding back from crying out, he can't smother all the noises that escape him, until soon Haurchefant is coaxing out a steady stream of breathy gasps and faint pitched whines.
Interest stirs between his legs, until soon even his permissive cloth trousers are tight, and it's all Aymeric can do to keep from squirming in search of friction that simply isn't there. Haurchefant's hand is so light, so gentle as to be feather-light, and it's almost too much in how it isn't nearly, nearly enough.]
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