[He could perish as a happy man now, listening to all of the noises he's managed to squeeze out of Aymeric. They're soft and held back, and he wonders how he might truly sound if he were to cry out without restraint. Would Aymeric bless him with another chance to find out? Oh, Fury, he hopes so.
The plea does not escape him. Haurchefant pulls back, letting the hardened nipple pop out of his mouth before he nuzzles against Aymeric's chest.]
How could I dream of refusing such a sweet call?
[He sits up, if only so he can adjust his position. Light as ever, his palms roam around Aymeric's hips, over his thighs before he finally takes mercy upon him, opening the front of his trousers. Reaching down, he helps free the other man's prick, giving it a slow stroke, his grip too loose right now.]
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The plea does not escape him. Haurchefant pulls back, letting the hardened nipple pop out of his mouth before he nuzzles against Aymeric's chest.]
How could I dream of refusing such a sweet call?
[He sits up, if only so he can adjust his position. Light as ever, his palms roam around Aymeric's hips, over his thighs before he finally takes mercy upon him, opening the front of his trousers. Reaching down, he helps free the other man's prick, giving it a slow stroke, his grip too loose right now.]
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