ultimathule | Mistletoe

Always.

[he says it softer than he intends, his voice choking up over the word, a tad misty-eyed]

Then allow me to have that. I have denied you for far too long. In that case, I have denied our Meihmi for too long as well.

I am constantly amazed that the lot of you aren't tired of me.

[ Kissing the back of his hand. ]

After dinner, what say you we go sit by the fire?

I should like that very much.

[aymeric will leave his hand in estinien's for as long as he can afford to, and eat the rest of his meal with a smile on his face]

[ He’s happy to see Aymeric happy. It’s all that matters. Who knows when either of them will have to attend to their respective responsibilities.

Once dinner is over, he takes the wine by the fire. He’s not noticed the thoroughly decorated house for the time being, including springs of mistletoe all throughout the manor. ]

Sit.

[aymeric will have no qualms being led around by estinien, draping comfortably on the sofa by the fire, just gazing at him adoringly]

What did you have in mind, then?

For the entire night, I’d not given it much thought. Right now…you look just as delicious as dinner.

[ What is he even implying!! Has the wine gotten to him!! ]

[it's difficult to remain composed when estinien is actually making the effort to flirt. aymeric blinks owlishly at him as his cheeks grow red, and not entirely from the wine]

[he laughs, bubbly and pleased, and tucks some hair behind his ear]

Still hungry, are we? My, what a poor host I've made, in that case.

[ Quickly, he notices that he has somehow completely disarmed Aymeric.

He just chuckles, low and under his breath. ]

I can let this one slide, I think.

[ Leaning in close to get a kiss. ]

Oh, good--

[aymeric is more than eager for a kiss, leaning into it before their lips have even touched. a soft noise of want escapes his throat, barely muffled, and he lifts a hand to gently thread his fingers into estinien's hair as his tongue seeks out estinien's]

[ He is eager enough to return the kiss. Lips parted already, as if he knew they would twist tongues. They’ve been through this so many times already, Aymeric feels comforting this way. Familiar.

His hands are settle at Aymeric’s cheeks, keeping them steady and grounded while exploring each others mouths. ]

[aymeric's other hand moves to estinien's hair, tugging off the band that ties it up so he can run his fingers more through estinien's hair--except there's a twinge of pain along aymeric's arm from that movement, a flare-up of an old wound, and he grimaces unwillingly into the kiss, breaking it prematurely]

--ah...

[ There is a measure of concern when it comes to Aymeric making faces like that. He never does, and Estinien knows he is never one to complain. So when they pull back, there is a hand already at the afflicted arm, rubbing it with more care than he ever would show any other person. ]

Careful, you don’t want to agitate that again, aye?

[ How tender, for someone as hardened as Estinien claims himself to be. ]

[aymeric huffs, feeling embarrassed by his body's own reactions--it's just a small thing, he thinks, naught to fuss over. his body has healed as much as it can, after what it's been through, both physically and emotionally. his time in the vault was so long ago now, just... not long enough to heal everything, much as aymeric wishes otherwise.

he tries not to recall what particular brutality caused that arm to echo its pain, years later, and instead focuses on the pleasant sensation of estinien's touch]

'Tis fine, truly. I do not mean to worry you.

You worry me because I care for you, because I love you so.

[ He has many scars of his own, some of which could never be healed. But he never wished the same for Aymeric. He did not deserve such a life.

He leans down to drag his lips on what he can see. The many scars that cover them both deserved the love and attention any unmarred part of their bodies deserves. ]

Estinien...

[his voice comes out softly, almost plaintively. his fingers twitch at the touch of estinien's lips to his skin. his cheeks feel hot, like this is far more intimate than the kissing they were just doing]

I love you, too. I promise you, I am in no true pain.

If you are certain, my love.

[ His lips still drag across those scars, kissing and showering them in affection one by one. He figures that the sensation itself might feel nice. ]

[it does feel nice, nicer than he would have imagined, and he lets his lips part to exhale slowly]

You shall spoil me at this rate...

[murmured, like he couldn't possibly think to protest this treatment seriously]

... and I would let you.

Mistletoe

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