[Aymeric does as he does- his very best. Though he notices that he gets a bit of a crick in his neck lifting it towards Egon's crotch, he figures it's a fine trade off for getting to lay down.
He was all too aware, however, that he had a definitely time limit. Many months without attention followed by weeks of titilation were doing him no favors. He glances around for a familiar object, finding it on the bedside table. He uncorks the lubricant, spreading it over his fingers. He then presses the pad of his middle finger against Egon's hole, rubbing in slow circles, teasing for what's to come.
He tries hard to concentrate on the next part. He knows that he is almost painfully hard and that he must outlast him. His mouth moves up Egon's shaft to his balls. His kisses and sucks softly there, though eagerly, hoping his (honestly fairly rusty) technique would toss the other man over the edge.]
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He was all too aware, however, that he had a definitely time limit. Many months without attention followed by weeks of titilation were doing him no favors. He glances around for a familiar object, finding it on the bedside table. He uncorks the lubricant, spreading it over his fingers. He then presses the pad of his middle finger against Egon's hole, rubbing in slow circles, teasing for what's to come.
He tries hard to concentrate on the next part. He knows that he is almost painfully hard and that he must outlast him. His mouth moves up Egon's shaft to his balls. His kisses and sucks softly there, though eagerly, hoping his (honestly fairly rusty) technique would toss the other man over the edge.]