[Aymeric regards him with blown-out pupils and a heaving chest. He reaches forward, wiping some of the come from his face. He repositions himself, crowding in against the other man. His eyes roam up his body, his mind still blank from the orgasm. A moment later and he finds words.]

That was incredible, Egon. You're so skillful... [ He trails off, biting his lip. Aymeric looks at Egon's face through dark lashes a moment. He hesitates, then captures Egon's mouth with his own. His hand is already on Egon's knee, trailing slowly upward, the other cradling Egon's jaw. ]

Where did you learn such techniques? Is this manner of pleasure very common where you are from?