[Aymeric shimmies his hips, letting the leather fall around his feet. He steps out of the things and kicks them aside. Thankfully for his pride, he had warmed enough now for his shrinkage to at least reverse. He hums against Egon's lips, tugging his hips forward by the waistband to grind together.
His hands move to Egon's ass, squeezing and kneading at the muscle With the distance entirely closed like this, he meditated for just the briefest moment about the last time he'd done this. The mood was entirely different, but at least this held its own appeal]
[He would need to keep a clear head. He was in this to win, after all. With a parting kiss of sorts, he sinks to his knees before Egon. He brushes his lips against Egon's cock.]
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His hands move to Egon's ass, squeezing and kneading at the muscle With the distance entirely closed like this, he meditated for just the briefest moment about the last time he'd done this. The mood was entirely different, but at least this held its own appeal]
[He would need to keep a clear head. He was in this to win, after all. With a parting kiss of sorts, he sinks to his knees before Egon. He brushes his lips against Egon's cock.]