Estinien Varlineau suffers no such hesitation. If uncertainty frosts Aymeric's resolve, he will readily burn it out of him.
One step in eliminates the space between them, and Estinien slips his still gloved hand 'round the back of Aymeric's neck to pull him in and kiss him. And -- Fury -- once he's done it, all that want gives way to need.
He hadn't ever meant to need Aymeric de Borel, but gods he's like a balm to scalding skin. With a sudden urgency, Estinien opens his mouth against Aymeric's. Even with the smell of sweat and training field grass upon him, he tastes as sweet as the color of his lips implied. Estinien would taste more of him. Now. But-- blasted armor.
A low, impatient grumble escapes him. The desire to press Aymeric against the nearest wall and carry on until their clothes truly become unbearable is strong, but Estinien scrapes up enough composure to mumble, "Still need to clean up?"
Least that'd get Aymeric out of his chainmail and leathers faster.
no it is perfect here have some trash also sorry i took so long to reply ;A;
One step in eliminates the space between them, and Estinien slips his still gloved hand 'round the back of Aymeric's neck to pull him in and kiss him. And -- Fury -- once he's done it, all that want gives way to need.
He hadn't ever meant to need Aymeric de Borel, but gods he's like a balm to scalding skin. With a sudden urgency, Estinien opens his mouth against Aymeric's. Even with the smell of sweat and training field grass upon him, he tastes as sweet as the color of his lips implied. Estinien would taste more of him. Now. But-- blasted armor.
A low, impatient grumble escapes him. The desire to press Aymeric against the nearest wall and carry on until their clothes truly become unbearable is strong, but Estinien scrapes up enough composure to mumble, "Still need to clean up?"
Least that'd get Aymeric out of his chainmail and leathers faster.