[A sudden, deep moan wrings out of Aymeric's throat as the subtle but significant weight of Haurchefant's words lands on him; there have been assurances made, yes, but always phrased as I will or I shall, sweet reminders from one lover to another —
But like this, with foreheads brought together and only the sticky damp of sweat between them, with lips reddened from too many kisses and breathless words slipping from them, with sighs and heat and tenderness, Haurchefant says I swear.
It should not send such a bolt of levin straight to his cock; it does. He had not thought, in such a state as he is, that he could find himself any more aroused; he does.]
I have your vow.
[He rocks his head up, claims Haurchefant's mouth again, wet and messy and slick as the slide of his own hand stroking them down below.]
I would have others — yes, yes, ah! — I would have more. Swear your vows, grant me my own knight to favor —
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But like this, with foreheads brought together and only the sticky damp of sweat between them, with lips reddened from too many kisses and breathless words slipping from them, with sighs and heat and tenderness, Haurchefant says I swear.
It should not send such a bolt of levin straight to his cock; it does. He had not thought, in such a state as he is, that he could find himself any more aroused; he does.]
I have your vow.
[He rocks his head up, claims Haurchefant's mouth again, wet and messy and slick as the slide of his own hand stroking them down below.]
I would have others — yes, yes, ah! — I would have more. Swear your vows, grant me my own knight to favor —