"Next time I challenge you?" Aymeric asks with a raised eyebrow - teasing tone aside, he clearly isn't that offended because he doesn't waste any time reaching for Estinien's armour in turn - it's not easy to divest somebody of armour when they're trying to do the same thing to you, but he's making it work. At least, he's making progress.
"I would have had you in my bed that night, but you insisted on being won." He returns, though he pauses for a moment in his movements, hand curling around Estinien's hip, pressing just enough that he could feel the contact even with the armour still keeping skin from skin. He lets his gaze stray up and down the other man "Not that you are not eminently worth it, Ser Estinien."
He's glad of the challenge, honestly, it's made this entire experience last so much longer than he'd ever dreamed it would, and he feels he's grown closer to Estinien than any post-tavern fumble would have achieved. It is right that it turned out this way. He only hopes, prays, that this won't be the end, that Estinien won't drift away as soon as his satisfaction is had.
He moves again when Estinien leans in, though it is rather more difficult to work the straps undone when he's so very distracted by that attention to his neck.
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"Next time I challenge you?" Aymeric asks with a raised eyebrow - teasing tone aside, he clearly isn't that offended because he doesn't waste any time reaching for Estinien's armour in turn - it's not easy to divest somebody of armour when they're trying to do the same thing to you, but he's making it work. At least, he's making progress.
"I would have had you in my bed that night, but you insisted on being won." He returns, though he pauses for a moment in his movements, hand curling around Estinien's hip, pressing just enough that he could feel the contact even with the armour still keeping skin from skin. He lets his gaze stray up and down the other man "Not that you are not eminently worth it, Ser Estinien."
He's glad of the challenge, honestly, it's made this entire experience last so much longer than he'd ever dreamed it would, and he feels he's grown closer to Estinien than any post-tavern fumble would have achieved. It is right that it turned out this way. He only hopes, prays, that this won't be the end, that Estinien won't drift away as soon as his satisfaction is had.
He moves again when Estinien leans in, though it is rather more difficult to work the straps undone when he's so very distracted by that attention to his neck.