[It aches to feel Haurchefant slide off and leave him wet and pulsing unsatisfied, but the sight of him acts as a balm to soothe the desperation somewhat; with a soft noise, Aymeric grasps for him, trying to pull him back to his mouth, wanting to kiss those selfsame lips that had just been caressing his cock just moments before.]

You will unmake me —

[What he wants is to drag Haurchefant down on top of himself, to feel the comforting weight of his body, to lie flush against him and grind their hips together and relish each and every sensation — but it would be pleasure laced through with aches and pains, and Haurchefant has already expressed himself on the possibility of causing him even an onze of sting right now.

So, more gently, he seeks out tenderness. Seeks to kiss him and kiss him and kiss him more, full to bursting with sweetness that burns to be returned in kind.]

Anything. Anything, so long as I may please you in kind. Anything, only give me your moans to swallow and your breath to steal. Anything to make you mine even as you claim me as yours.