Aymeric & Estinien plus a grump fluff

[heiresy]

[Aymeric sat with his feet propped up by the fire. Lord Byron laid like an unended bag of flour on his master's lap as Aymeric sipped his evening cup of tea. For once, his work was finished and set aside. He could have fussed with it, but knew it would be in vain come the morning. No reason to grind himself into dust over odds and ends. The House of Lords and Commons would do that for him. Instead he decided to occupy and inspire himself with a book of poetry from the days of his young knighthood.

Freezing rain pattered against the glass of his windows. He sighed with content as he rested a hand on his cat's haunches.]

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[dravanicide]

[He scoffs at that, as if patience ever served him. However, with a departing kiss, and soon a sinking to his knees, Estinien is rewarded with Aymeric's warm mouth on his otherwise cooled cock, his hand cradling his balls as an added bonus.

A pleased grumble leaves Estinien as he watches Aymeric go to work, his free hands reaching down to weave fingers between those silky black locks, his hold soft. However, he finds himself bucking forward, though not as forceful as he could be, there's certainly eagerness behind it.

It takes every ounce of self control not to just grip Aymeric's hair and thrust forward into his welcoming mouth, wanting to sheath himself deep into the wet orifice. For Aymeric's benefit, he doesn't, not yet anyway. He hardly wants to force him to choke on his cock, after all.]