Estinien has never been a pious man, never thought much of paying glory to silent gods, but the sight of Aymeric, lips flushed and parted, breath coming heavily, body almost weak with want? He can certainly find something to worship in that. Something almost holy.
"Fair enough," he grins back as he yanks off each of his own gloves and lets them fall to the floor. Rather than set next to his own armor, he steps closer again, and busies his hands with the belts on Aymeric's armor, undoing buckles and loosening the straps that hold him in tight. "Next time you challenge me to anything, it really must be done in plainclothes, Ser Aymeric."
Dreadful gray silver is no frame for the lovely Ser Aymeric, and Estinien is so close to drinking in all of his color, all of him. He tries his best to stay focused on eminently important task of getting Aymeric naked, but the second he's loosened the man's collar enough to see more of his neck, he leans in to taste the skin there, as well.
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Date: 2024-04-30 02:20 am (UTC)"Fair enough," he grins back as he yanks off each of his own gloves and lets them fall to the floor. Rather than set next to his own armor, he steps closer again, and busies his hands with the belts on Aymeric's armor, undoing buckles and loosening the straps that hold him in tight. "Next time you challenge me to anything, it really must be done in plainclothes, Ser Aymeric."
Dreadful gray silver is no frame for the lovely Ser Aymeric, and Estinien is so close to drinking in all of his color, all of him. He tries his best to stay focused on eminently important task of getting Aymeric naked, but the second he's loosened the man's collar enough to see more of his neck, he leans in to taste the skin there, as well.