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[stardiving]

[Well, it's not as if they've been as subtle as they think they have.

Kissing had not truly been something he'd been versed in--much less well so--but Aymeric has made for an enthusiastic teacher and he was getting quickly caught up.

His mouth falls open slightly, silently daring Aymeric to do something about it.]

[ourstosee]

[Truthfully, Aymeric cares little for Estinien's prowess, or lack thereof. Anything important could be taught, and his companion was nothing if not an eager student. And there were certainly worse things to be done, rather than lazing about in camp and teaching a few lessons on proper romance.

It's not unlike the many books Aymeric would deny ever having read.

In any case, Aymeric takes the bait with no small amount of enthusiasm. After pausing to briefly suckle against Estinien's lip, he allows himself to lap hungrily into the other man's mouth. The hand against his jaw slips back, carding gingerly through silver hair.]

[stardiving]

[His lips curve into a smirk, not that he expected the taunt to fail. He does pull back just enough to speak, his voice deepening to a low growl.]

My head isn't made of glass, Lord Commander.

[He crosses that small distance between them again and nips at Aymeric's bottom lip.]

[ourstosee]

[Briefly, Aymeric ducks his head away. He's doing his best not to outright scoff in Estinien's face. Of course Estinien isn't made of glass — there wasn't a single inch of the man that wasn't somehow honed for battle. But if the rest of the world wanted to treat his companion as a weapon, it was all the more reason him to handle Estinien with a hint of delicacy, though.

Generally speaking, at least. There were advantages to be found with a more rough touch. Especially when attempting to quickly roll about in a tent.

So yes, Aymeric gladly complies, fingers tightening against the ends and pulling away from the scalp. He shifts his mouth downward, gladly marking his territory against the column of Estinien's neck.]

[stardiving]

[There'll be more than enough time for delicacy when they're in a place that doesn't run the risk of a rock making itself known by stabbing one of them in the arse. Or someone walking by and hearing them. Or, hells, someone walking in.

Estinien growls appreciatively at the rougher treatment though, his own hands sliding lower to brush over Aymeric's lower back.]

[ourstosee]

[Where Estinien growls, Aymeric hums his pleasure. Even the barest of contact, through fabric though it may be, feels good. He bows his body closer, pressing against the other man with a low noise in his throat. He can only hope the racket encourages him, spurs those hands to travel perhaps lower, or to duck under fabric, even if he won't give the command to do so outright.

He is, after all, distracted by more pressing matters. He presses his teeth against delicate skin, then suckles against the skin to draw the blood upward. He may not consider himself greedy, or possessive by any stretch of the imagination, but there is still something exhilarating about seeing his own claim against Estinien's skin.]

[stardiving]

[There's a moment or two of satisfaction with the way things currently are before Estinien's hands slide right where Aymeric wants them, slipping in under his waistband and cupping around his arse, pulling close enough to feel exactly how pleased Aymeric is by their current position.]

[ourstosee]

[There's a moment where Aymeric's breath hitches, warm heat spilling out over the already marked skin. He shudders bodily, no doubt very obvious as his body conforms to Estinien's own. The arousal is already quite noticeable, despite precious little having been done this far. And he's more than happy to show that much off, considering the way he drags his hips over one of Estinien's thighs.]