Estinien isn't the first person Aymeric has taken to bed, but he's never felt this sense of urgency, of desperation. He's never been so lost to it before, so hungry.

This is more than a distraction for him, more than just delayed gratification, he wants more, will want more, and he already knows it. He also already knows that's probably a dangerous thing to want, that Estinien may not feel the same. Luckily, it's difficult for him to dwell on that, to dwell on anything but the soft blankets beneath him and Estinien's hands so achingly close to where he wants them to be as the other man works to get his trousers off.

He'll live in this perfect moment, everything else can wait.

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Later, though, when their desires are satiated and Aymeric lounges, boneless and contented and half asleep, arms still wound around Estinien like he might be able to keep him there if he only doesn't let go, he does let his mind wander a little. Lets himself hope that this isn't the end, that he might still have more of this, because now that he has it he isn't sure he can let it go.