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Estinien Wyrmblood ([personal profile] stardiving) wrote2020-01-31 01:30 pm
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IC Inbox (Victory Road)



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[personal profile] ourstosee 2022-06-01 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[There is an added benefit to the speed in which Estinien moves -- just as the dragoon cannot second-guess his intentions, neither can Aymeric. Though a base instinct balks at being handled so fiercely, the rest of him is pliant beneath Estinien's touch. He has always, and will ever, trust the man with every bit of him. No harm would come to him by those hands.

And it doesn't. Though surprise stills him momentarily, it is only just that. Though it has been some time since his last dalliance with anyone, he is not inexperienced, has not forgotten what to do in this moment. His lips melt against Estinien's, shifting perhaps too eagerly to return that kiss. It takes everything in his power to keep from kissing him until their lips are blue and their lungs are breathless.

He settles with cradling Estinien's cheek as he pulls away. There's a wildness to his gaze, and naturally his cheeks are flushed a deep red. But more importantly, there's clear adoration there, never mind the obvious relief.

He clears his throat after a moment, glancing away almost shyly.]


... I believe you have made your stance quite clear.
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[personal profile] ourstosee 2022-06-01 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's an odd reversal, Estinien being the one to fret and fuss. He lets the attempt to smoothe his shirt carry on for a few seconds, before finally laying his hands over Estinien's. Even in that brief moment, where their hands had pressed together, his mind had begun to run away with countless different fantasies. Of how those hands might feel against his face. Or perhaps --

He lifts one up, pressing a gentle kiss to the palm, then flips it over to do the same on the opposite side. Even these small points of contact feel right.]


I suppose it should be asked, though. What now?
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[personal profile] ourstosee 2022-06-03 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[There's something about that flush that's positively endearing. A part of him wants to take Estinien's face into his hands once more, press kisses to those flushed cheeks and draw it out further. His fingers twitch, tips itching with the desire, but he bites it down. Instead, he presses one hand hand into his lap, glancing to the side even as the tips of his own ears warm. The other remains firmly fastened to Estinien's.

For now, he offers a reassuring smile, shaking his head even as he does.]


Mayhap that is a good thing. 'Tis better to stumble together, would you not agree?

[His thumb swoops over the spot he had only just kissed. He can practically feel his heart in his throat, and though it all seems so juvenile, he doesn't dislike it.]
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[personal profile] ourstosee 2022-06-11 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Halone, if that doesn't awaken something horrendously embarrassing within him. He closes his eyes, feeling a wash of heat spread over his features. Save him, please.]

I... suppose we do not.

[Not that they haven't shared beds before, of course. And even now, it wouldn't be the first time they woke wrapped up in one another. But there's something entirely different about doing so with intent.]

I shall do my best not to kick while I slumber.