[Estinien knew it would be a relaxing gesture, he's no idiot, massages were a thing for a reason! However, he never quite imagined just how good it'd feel, and how much his muscles needed this.
So much so, he cannot help himself when he lets out a groan as those agile hands work over his upper back. Muscles which feel like stone slabs start to loosen up to her touch, but only a bit. This is years worth of stress and use being rubbed out, and it'll take a bit more determination than that to get them to melt into puddy.
Through Yenh's administrations, however, Estinien finds the relief stirring something else. Something lower.
It's his dick.
However, he's keen to ignore it, like he always does, but it doesn't make it any less alarming that having someone work over his back is bringing that sort of excitement to him. He's focusing so much on willing his erection away, that he doesn't even hear Aymeric.]
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So much so, he cannot help himself when he lets out a groan as those agile hands work over his upper back. Muscles which feel like stone slabs start to loosen up to her touch, but only a bit. This is years worth of stress and use being rubbed out, and it'll take a bit more determination than that to get them to melt into puddy.
Through Yenh's administrations, however, Estinien finds the relief stirring something else. Something lower.
It's his dick.
However, he's keen to ignore it, like he always does, but it doesn't make it any less alarming that having someone work over his back is bringing that sort of excitement to him. He's focusing so much on willing his erection away, that he doesn't even hear Aymeric.]