One press of hips is invitation enough for Estinien. Paired with a back arching touch, it turns his brain off completely. An animal sort of want bubbles up out of him and, with a hum low in his throat, he near lunges into Aymeric's embrace. In the midst of a firm kiss, he paws at Aymeric's thighs and presses forward, steering him blindly into the nearest solid thing he can find.

The bookshelf rattles when he presses Aymeric's shoulders against it, and again when uses it for leverage to lift Aymeric up and into his arms by the legs, pulling their hips together. Between presses of lips, he opens his eyes, has the wherewithal to check that he hasn't caused Aymeric harm in his enthusiasm, "Didn't knock your head, did I?"