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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬 the sternness in his eyes and lips , watching very closely as haurchefant presses his knuckle to lips . he sees them press down and feels it like a shiver , his eyes growing softer with each second his hand is held against the warm of the other . haurchefant seems to linger in aymeric’s perception of this predicament , and his own mouth parts as if to protest but no sound seems to come out . betrayed by the hearts desire , he finds haurchefant to be so incredibly alluring – so handsome … beguiled by charm , he nearly wants to turn hand and immediately run his fingers through his hair , carding away white strands as an excuse just to touch him … but he tempers the yearning deep inside of him , instead allowing it to manifest as a lopsided smile . ❝ my lord haurchefant , ❞ he says purposefully , allowing his hand to slip and fall back to his side . the setting was perhaps a bit too public , though they had the attention of no one . pleasant formality follows this brash display , asking simple question aymeric doesn’t have the brain power to truly remember – something about the travel , and the weather , if he was tired at all … ❝ i am , ❞ he remembered saying , as if taking an early retirement to his private chambers might allow them the reprieve to delve into the desperate yearning he felt for his beloved companion . it did not . as if to frustrate aymeric further they had work that needed to be done immediately . he was aware of haurchefant’s tactless sense of organization , filing things away in miscellaneous drawers despite their need to be read over and signed . they had to find each one , read them over again , to make sure aymeric’s life as lord commander could run as smoothly as possible . and then they had to have dinner . it was only polite , given the cooks had prepared something rather nice for them this evening . he wish he could have brought something for haurchefant himself , but he had been so busy the time to cook never really appeared . so they ate and cordially chatted . with wine & a hearty meal , they could have spent hours in the dining hall together laughing the hours away … but they decided to retire somewhere more intimate , sat beside fire place on the plush couch of the keeps salon . with the heat of the fireplace & the wine in his blood , there was a perpetual blooming of red resting against his cheeks – that or it was the fact that they were alone , together , and aymeric couldn’t help but think about the shiver that ran down his body watching haurchefant’s lips against his hand … when haurchefant reached out to stroke at his cheek he was caught in the moment , leaning into it with a heavy sigh of content . his skin craved more , lit afire with a tingling need to be wrapped around haurchefant and he closed the small gap between them only to linger inches away , unmoving . their breaths melded together as haurchefant’s hand slid from cheek to neck , cradling it close but never daring an inch closer . it all felt rather grating , the times where haurchefant teased aymeric waiting for the dam of his resolve to break … but he let himself be played , closing the miniscule gap between them and with a satisfied noise he finally had exactly what he wanted . it continued & furthered , taking time to explore one another with gentle desperate hands , until the places where they both ended and began were blurred together . with the sound of hushed moans and heavy breaths the yearning aymeric felt was allowed levy , delving deep into the heart of his desire with bruised lips , untempered hands , and the sonorous moans as they spent themselves within this passion . when the height of it is over they lay together , breathless & pressed as close as they possibly can be , and it’s the most comfortable aymeric has been in weeks . he spends his time for recovery peppering the smallest kisses against sweat sheened skin , from collar bone to shoulder , as if no amount of affection he could give will be enough an explanation to how full his heart feels when he is in his beloveds arms . it seems like hours pass before they regain their breath & minds , and already he feels he hasn’t had enough of him yet . he saves it for later , burying it down , until once again he cannot stand to hold it back anymore . their lips find one another again , softly slotting together with the most contented mewls leaving both their lips . he lifts his hand up , brushing the back of it where haurchefant had kissed it this morning against the high rise of his cheek bone and looks down at him as if he were what the stars were made from .
❝ have i told you i love you ? ❞ he asks gently , turning fingers to brush strands of silver from eyes – he has to see them , in all their perfection , as he says it . ❝ i love you , haurchefant . ❞











