[It's so good, he almost doesn't even want to bother with his hand anymore, and for a fleeting second Aymeric catches himself thinking of the spectacle it would make, if he really did surrender the grip in favor of simply fitting Haurchefant's thigh between his own and rutting on him until he spent. But to do so would be inconsiderate, and deprive Haurchefant of his touch, and there's still something undeniably exquisite about the velvety weight of him in his palm, something he ultimately decides he'd be loath to relinquish.
At least he still has another hand, one which drapes over Haurchefant's shoulder and rakes nails along his back, half-embracing him and half-trapping him in his hold, keeping him close so that he's never too far from another kiss.]
All to me? To do anything I want you to...?
[His breathing is rough and haggard, but his eyes are bright and his voice deep.]
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[It's so good, he almost doesn't even want to bother with his hand anymore, and for a fleeting second Aymeric catches himself thinking of the spectacle it would make, if he really did surrender the grip in favor of simply fitting Haurchefant's thigh between his own and rutting on him until he spent. But to do so would be inconsiderate, and deprive Haurchefant of his touch, and there's still something undeniably exquisite about the velvety weight of him in his palm, something he ultimately decides he'd be loath to relinquish.
At least he still has another hand, one which drapes over Haurchefant's shoulder and rakes nails along his back, half-embracing him and half-trapping him in his hold, keeping him close so that he's never too far from another kiss.]
All to me? To do anything I want you to...?
[His breathing is rough and haggard, but his eyes are bright and his voice deep.]
Then spend when I tell you. At my command.