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"This is quite different, Estinien."
Aymeric's voice is calm as Estinien's fingers trace along the inside of his forearm, before those same skilled hands wind a length of smooth rope between his wrists. His blue eyes gaze up at him.
Estinien is concentrated, focused on his work. He ties the rope now- not too tight, not too loose. If he tugs a certain way, the whole thing can come undone if needed. If something were to go wrong.
"Not too different, I hope." Estinien checks the bindings to make sure that they do not dig too tightly into Aymeric's wrists. He notices a spot of ink that has stained his thumb, surely from his work as Lord Commander, writing up reports and signing documents.
"I've read about it, but I never did think that it would happen to me." Aymeric chuckles lowly. "How lucky am I to have you to guide me."
Estinien's lips curve into a smile in response to his words. There's a tension underlying them, the barest hint of want slipping through. This whole time, Aymeric's length has been hardening between his thighs, beading with arousal as it stands stiff, just inches away from Estinien's hands as they worked to bind his lover.
"You've certainly a talent for flattery." Estinien smirks. "Are you saying that because you mean it, or because you want me to touch you?"
Aymeric's eyes widen.
"I- Estinien-"
"Hush. I jest. You've been doing very well," Estinien says, noting the way that Aymeric's cock twitches at his words. "I will reward you soon enough. But I believe you can wait a moment longer. Can you do that for me?"
Aymeric swallows hard.
"Y-Yes."
"Good man." Estinien finally, finally, touches Aymeric. Not where he wanted, no- he wouldn't give him that luxury yet.
He rubs his hand across Aymeric's stomach, feeling him tense his abdomen beneath his touch, and the tremble that runs through his muscles. Aymeric's certainly changed much and more over time, compared to himself. There's a softness around his middle now, which comforts Estinien- he isn't working so hard as to ignore his meals. Good. Indulging himself in the sensation of the soft trail of hair that leads down to his sex, Estinien closes his eyes, and uses his free hand to begin to unbutton his shirt.
Aymeric closes his eyes and whines softly. His hands, bound together just in front of him, lift up to provide more access to his torso.
"Ah- Estinien…."
And that voice- hearing Aymeric, pleading, is always such a treat. He's so sure of himself, confident, when he speaks to him in public. Behind closed doors, it is another matter altogether. Yet he would never be tired of that change in tone when they meet like this.
Estinien slips his shirt down his shoulder, and tosses it onto the floor atop Aymeric's neatly folded clothes.
Aymeric cracks his eyes open as he feels Estinien's hands leave him.
Watching quietly, only breathing, he feels a pang of guilt as he sees the thick scarring around Estinien's arm- where the Eye had been embedded, and removed. The silvery pink skin is stark against the tawny color of the rest of Estinien's body, and the pale hairs that dust across his chest and arms.
You're lucky to have him, he reminds himself. It is nothing short of a miracle that Estinien is here, alive and whole, and the thought quickly fades away into admiration for his lover.
Estinien begins to pull his trousers down his narrow hips, and Aymeric's heart thuds hard in his chest as he bares himself to him. His clit is fat and engorged with blood, standing proud against the warm air of their bedroom, nestled in it's soft bed of silver curls. If Aymeric weren't bound so, he'd lunge forwards to take in a mouthful, to suck and kiss and hold Estinien down by the hips-
But tonight, he will do as Estinien says. Estinien wants to do this, so he will comply.
And it is a nice feeling, getting to watch him undress without feeling the hurry to strip himself as well. Estinien stretches luxuriously, like a cat in a sunbeam, his mouth curled into a satisfied smile as he kicks off his trousers and lets them join the pile on the floor.
Aymeric groans quietly as Estinien swings a leg over him, and seats himself just before his length.
Gods, was Estinien always this hot? He can feel the heat radiating off of him, near burning his skin where they meet, and if Aymeric closes his eyes, he can almost imagine the pulse of Estinien's clit right against his length-
"Don't close your eyes now, I want you to watch me." Estinien's voice is bold and clear, and Aymeric's eyes snap open from his dazed thoughts.
The whimper he lets out is embarrassingly high pitched and squeaky, but it's the sound that had been bubbling in his throat since Estinien climbed atop of him.
Estinien shifts forwards on his thighs, just an ilm, and his clit rubs fully against him now, searing and wet.
"Mmph- yes- that's it," he groans, bucking his hips forwards against Aymeric. "Good, just like that."
Aymeric's breath escapes him in a series of soft moans, as he arcs his back, trying to push his hips up to meet Estinien's movements.
"May I-?"
"We'll cross that bridge," Estinien murmurs, "when we get to it."
Aymeric strangles his whines in his throat as much as he can, stilling his hips to let Estinien guide their movements. It's a slow, steady pace, the drag of hot skin together making the whole room feel stuffy and small but not smothering.
Instead, it's a comforting sensation. To be desired so wholly like this, for Estinien to want to be so close, to have him to himself, in the privacy of their room. How often had Aymeric thought of this, and to have it now-
His arousal only grows stronger, and Estinien's lips curl back to reveal a sharp smile.
"I can feel you pulsing against me, you know. You're so eager, Aymeric."
"I can't hardly hide how I feel- hff- when you're around." Aymeric's voice comes out tender and warbling, and the smile drops slightly from Estinien's lips, replaced by a wide eyed look of surprise.
Just as Aymeric is about to ask what's wrong, Estinien's smile comes back just as bright and keen, and he laughs.
"You sap." Estinien lowers himself now, chest pressing to Aymeric's, and his hips raising ever so slightly. Aymeric shivers at the warmth of his skin and the sweat cooling upon it, and then Estinien's rough fingers are gripping his cock, prodding it into place-
The cry Aymeric lets out rings in Estinien's ears like the finest bell that House Durendaire has ever mustered up to hang in the belfries. That clear, strong voice, all for him… Estinien is sure that many would be besides themselves with envy if they only knew what took place behind these walls.
But they don't need to know, Estinien thinks to himself, as he presses his ear against Aymeric's chest, hearing his heart beat quick and hard.
Here, they can have themselves to each other.
Estinien catches his breath for a moment, the thrill of Aymeric pressed within him making him dizzy with pleasure. He can feel Aymeric tensing up, trembling, as he whimpers his name.
"Ayme," Estinien hums against his skin. "I'm going to have you now." He peels himself away from Aymeric's chest, skin gleaming with their shared sweat. His hair is cascading over his shoulders, untrimmed bangs falling into dark eyes.
"S-so forwards," Aymeric stutters, breathless. Estinien is tight around him, heavy on top of him. His bindings prevent him from helping him lift his hips up, so Estinien is a dead weight atop him. All of that hard-earned, well-trained muscle, and those rough hands that now brace themselves on Aymeric's chest, to take him as he pleased-
The first little rise and fall of Estinien's hips makes gooseflesh break out upon Aymeric's skin. It's so maddeningly invigorating, almost painful in its stimulation. It's as if his body can't decide what it wants it to be. Maybe it's being bound up that is crossing the wires in Aymeric's brain, but looking at Estinien makes the confusion quickly dissipate.
Estinien is moaning softly, his clit twitching as he lifts himself up off of Aymeric until just his leaking tip is within, and then sinking down until it presses against him.
His shoulders are relaxed, his movements fluid and loose. It's a leisurely pace he sets, and it still makes Aymeric want to scream. Instead, he grits his teeth, and tugs at his bindings to try and ease some of the tension beginning to gather in his limbs.
Estinien notices.
"Mm, Aymeric, is something the matter?"
Aymeric shakes his head frantically, as Estinien's hips stop rising and falling, and instead he seats himself fully. He's squeezing hard, and one of the hands that was on Aymeric's chest now circles his clit in lazy circles.
"No- nothing's the matter." Aymeric feels dazed at the uneven squeezing of Estinien around him, near milking him.
"You want me to go faster, don't you?"
Aymeric says nothing, doesn't even nod yes or no in response. He only bites his lip and tries to even his breathing out.
"I'll grant that much to you, Ayme, if only for my own selfish gain." Estinien's voice is playful, teasing. It's a side of him that Aymeric finds to be utterly endearing.
He doesn't have much time to think about the way Estinien says it with a wry smile upon his lips, before he's being ridden, hard and fast.
Aymeric can't help it- the first few snaps of Estinien's hips is enough for him to cum.
Estinien only rides him through it, crying out his own pleasure, tossing his head back at the sensation of Aymeric's cock twitching inside of him. There's a hoarseness in his voice as he praises Aymeric, but his words fall on deaf ears.
Aymeric is long gone now, his hearing replaced with a fuzziness from the blood rushing in his head, throughout his body. If he had a bit more lucidity, he would wish that he hadn't tried to hint at Estinien picking up the pace, because he's quite sure that after this he'll be tender and spent.
He tries his best to focus on Estinien- the muscles of his abdomen tight and his chest dripping with sweat, face crimson with his effort. Aymeric feels lucky- so lucky that he is here, not even for this- just that they can be together-
"Ayme- I can't- mmph-"
Estinien plants himself down firmly with a deep press of his hips, and Aymeric can feel the tightening of his insides grow erratic, as he hunches over, hair curtaining his face from view. He lets out a whimper, and there's a growing dampness upon his skin as he realizes that Estinien has reached his peak.
It's uncomfortable- he's much too tender for Estinien to stay atop him, but as if he read his mind, Estinien raises himself up on shaky legs, and dismounts.
Aymeric closes his eyes, trying not to gasp for air.
There's a weight shifting just next to him- Estinien, surely, as he sinks down onto the bed. His fingers trace along his wrists to his binding, and with a tug, the rope comes undone. Aymeric is too exhausted to even think about stretching or massaging them, but Estinien seems to be on top of that as he takes his hands in his own, and begins to rub softly against his skin with his thumb.
The moments pass in a pleasant, warm silence, as they catch their breath. Estinien continues to massage his wrists, his warmth easing the slight ache from the tug of the rope. Aymeric only watches with bleary eyes, feeling the desire to sink into sleep grow ever stronger.
"Did you enjoy that?" Estinien's voice is raspy, and it makes Aymeric's heart flutter. Hearing him rough and worn like that makes him think of their days in the knighthood, when they were just two men sharing themselves in the cold.
"Aye," Aymeric responds. "I had my apprehensions, but… you're quite skilled. I assume you picked it up on your travels?"
"You assume correctly." Estinien smiles and presses a kiss to his knuckles. "I enjoyed myself as well."
"As you should…." Aymeric trails off into a yawn.
"Tired?"
Aymeric nods, rubbing his cheek against his pillow. The down stuffed cushion is so pleasantly soft and warm on his skin, and Estinien's rough hands holding his are reassuring, familiar. He closes his eyes.
"Not surprising, I feel as though I stretched you rather thin there."
"Not at all." Aymeric shakes his head as best he can, with his body growing heavy with sleep. "'M perfectly… alright."
Estinien laughs quietly. He scoots closer to him, and reaching for the coverlet that had been pushed to the side, he pulls it over the both of them. The room will get chilly later, and waking up cold from sweat and exertion is not an experience he wants either of them to have.
"Rest, Ayme. I'll see you in the morning."
Aymeric huddles closer to him, and Estinien allows for him to tuck his head beneath his chin. He breathes out softly, feeling Aymeric's own warm breath upon his collar, and he curls one of his hands around Aymeric's back to feel his heart beat just under his palm.
Estinien closes his eyes too.
Aymeric was a gift, and one that he was always happy to receive.