With no more grace than Aymeric, he followed quickly. Near slipping with one step, but the door frame was just the support he needed to stop himself from making a complete fool of himself. Fortunately Aymeric was in the process of getting settled on the bed, he might not have seen it.

Aymeric is hardly alone with looking over the other, Estinien's own eyes scan over the nude man before him, laying splayed on the bed. His own body showing the rigors of his training, but more distracting than his toned body was the hard cock that begged to be touched. Estinien's own twitching as he caught himself wetting his lips. As Aymeric instructed, Estinien indeed got closer, letting the light illuminate his muscular body, toned from years of work that started when a childhood should have.

He climbed onto the bed, and once closer, he was upright on his knees as he stared at the man before him. His mind raced with thoughts that flickered like the dying flame of a candle for all he could focus on them. They were too numerous, and he was far too drunk and horny to deeply contemplate one, let alone a hundred.

"Satisfied?" He asked gruffly, with a touch of impatience. If there was one thing interlinking all of those thoughts, it was certainly that he wanted little more than to roughly pound Aymeric into the bed till they were both utterly spent.