[It's not better. It's not nearly enough for what he needs, the smooth slide of Haurchefant's fingers too light and relaxed to feel good, but good manners and proper upbringing fast get the better of Aymeric. Haurchefant is already doing so much, is looking after him so tenderly; the last thing Aymeric is about to do is offer critique of his bedroom skills. He'll simply have to — it's not, it's not so bad, really, it's something, and it's not what he wants but if he can just be patient, soon enough it will build, mayhap, into something he can start to find relief from —
Only then, much too belatedly, does he realize who he's dealing with here.
His cheeks flush even redder, overwhelmed with the adoring meanness of teasing him so mercilessly, and his hips stutter and jerk of their own volition as he wonders desperately what it will take before Haurchefant takes pity on him.]
You...!
[There's no hiding this noise, now. It's long and low, ragged as gravel, rich with ache and wanting.]
I will have you brought up on charges, Haurchefant — !
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Only then, much too belatedly, does he realize who he's dealing with here.
His cheeks flush even redder, overwhelmed with the adoring meanness of teasing him so mercilessly, and his hips stutter and jerk of their own volition as he wonders desperately what it will take before Haurchefant takes pity on him.]
You...!
[There's no hiding this noise, now. It's long and low, ragged as gravel, rich with ache and wanting.]
I will have you brought up on charges, Haurchefant — !