[aymeric is very much enjoying the way g'raha yields to him, the feeling of his fingers in his hair and his thighs tight around his waist. he hums into the kiss, tasting him thoroughly before withdrawing for air, panting]

Ah... tell me, Master G'raha. What do you desire from me?

[he punctuates his question by pressing his hips closer, slotting them against g'raha's so he can feel his erection through his trousers]