Aymeric did as he was told, though a little wobbly. He smiled and nodded before he went to the bed with intense urgency. He got onto it, laying on his back, his own legs spread and displaying his cock. The precome glinted in the candle light; he bit his lip, squeezing the inner crease of his thigh.

He looked Estinien up and down now, more obviously than before. He raised a hand, curling his index finger towards him. "Let me look at you in the light. I have heard of the rigors of the dragoon's training, but I wish to see it up close."