[To be frank, the fact Estinien came to Aymeric should be more than enough to show where Aymeric stands with him. Being not quite the sexual creature, his usual techniques are falling flat. However, the heat that begins to flush his cheeks a touch show well the effect of the kiss. He can feel a slight increase in his pulse, as he stares at Aymeric when he sits fully, his hips grinding against his own.
Eyes scan over his shirtless torso, tracing the scars that painted him like a canvas—though their numbers were dwarfed by Estinien's own. There's some raw beauty to it, something that stirs Estinien far more than Aymeric's failed attempt at pleasing him orally couldn't achieve.
Claws settling on Aymeric's hips, Estinien grinds up against Aymeric, hoping the continued motion might further stir this foreign feeling, so that his loins may play their part as well. There is pressure forming down there, a feeling almost uncomfortable, but Estinien has suffered worse for less, and so he's content to continue.]
..'tis passing strange. Never did I imagine the situation where you would straddle me like a chocobo.
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Eyes scan over his shirtless torso, tracing the scars that painted him like a canvas—though their numbers were dwarfed by Estinien's own. There's some raw beauty to it, something that stirs Estinien far more than Aymeric's failed attempt at pleasing him orally couldn't achieve.
Claws settling on Aymeric's hips, Estinien grinds up against Aymeric, hoping the continued motion might further stir this foreign feeling, so that his loins may play their part as well. There is pressure forming down there, a feeling almost uncomfortable, but Estinien has suffered worse for less, and so he's content to continue.]
..'tis passing strange. Never did I imagine the situation where you would straddle me like a chocobo.