He's grateful, truly, that Estinien doesn't seem beset by the same uncertainty that suddenly plagues him. He's so certain, in fact, that it chases away Aymeric's hesitation the moment that gloved hand lands on the back of his neck. There's no need for hesitation when he's helpess to resist that pull, when the press of lips against his feels as though anything that could have possibly been wrong with his world is made right in that moment.
A faint note of wanting escapes him, swallowed up between their mouths, and his arms lift automatically to wind around Estinien, pressing them flush against one another - but he, too, feels as though somehow it isn't close enough. There's too many layers blocking the way.
He's near panting when Estinien breaks away and slightly embarrassed by it, by the way Estinien seems to strip away all his composure and return him to a lust-driven teenager.
"Seems inefficient, like as not we'll only get dirty again." He says with a faint smirk. Now that he's had a taste of Estinien's lips the very idea of anything delaying another taste is abhorrent to him. He's already pulling back slightly in favour of stripping off his own gloves as he speaks.
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worth the wait!
Date: 2024-04-29 04:50 pm (UTC)He's grateful, truly, that Estinien doesn't seem beset by the same uncertainty that suddenly plagues him. He's so certain, in fact, that it chases away Aymeric's hesitation the moment that gloved hand lands on the back of his neck. There's no need for hesitation when he's helpess to resist that pull, when the press of lips against his feels as though anything that could have possibly been wrong with his world is made right in that moment.
A faint note of wanting escapes him, swallowed up between their mouths, and his arms lift automatically to wind around Estinien, pressing them flush against one another - but he, too, feels as though somehow it isn't close enough. There's too many layers blocking the way.
He's near panting when Estinien breaks away and slightly embarrassed by it, by the way Estinien seems to strip away all his composure and return him to a lust-driven teenager.
"Seems inefficient, like as not we'll only get dirty again." He says with a faint smirk. Now that he's had a taste of Estinien's lips the very idea of anything delaying another taste is abhorrent to him. He's already pulling back slightly in favour of stripping off his own gloves as he speaks.