Estinien's breath got caught in his throat, and while he may have thought to speak in protest as Aymeric got closer, he found himself unable to act. Just watch as the other leaned in and placed his soft lips against his sensitive—and throbbing—cock.

Finally, a noise left him, and it was naught more than a desperate sort of whine. How long had it been since he even thought about touching himself? Or since he even had, for that matter? Far too long, his body would argue. There was a twitch, a half buck of his hips as another pleasantly warm kiss met with his dick, and he wanted more of that mouth than anything else in this moment.

His body was sure to give into that want, and sure enough a hand placed itself on Aymeric's head, fingers weaving between his still damp hair, and his hips pressed forward. Nudging the flushed head of his cock against Aymeric's lips. His breath was heavy, and his face flushed, and that throbbing need in his groin was demanding.