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Aymeric's cock was thick and heavy in my mouth, the musky scent of his arousal filling my nose and the luscious sound of his stifled moans in my ears driving me to suck harder on him, cheeks hollowing to chase that salty taste that lurked just beyond my reach. The rough scratch of quill on parchment stuttered and halted, his hand falling to clench in my hair and urge me onwards with a low groan of, "Estinien..."
I pulled back with a disapproving click of my tongue, a self-satisfied grin curving my lips as he whined at the loss. "Now, now, Aymeric, you know the rules. If you stop working, I stop sucking. Pick back up your pen."
Need darkened his crystal eyes as he looked down at me, brows drawn up in a silent plea, and my grin widened as I shook my head, arching a brow of my own in return. "Seven hells, Estinien, your games are going to be the death of me," he groaned, but he dutifully picked back up the quill and set to writing once more. As promised, I wrapped my lips around him as soon as I heard the telltale scratching, revelling in the stream of low curses that slipped from him as I rolled my tongue over his head.
He trembled beneath me as he fought to maintain his concentration on the task I had demanded of him while I lapped at his cock, sinking down against him until he brushed the back of my throat. He gasped, clutching at the edge of his desk, his honeyed voice rough as he panted, "Close. I'm so close, Estinien."
Rather than pulling free, I redoubled my efforts, slipping a hand between his legs to palm his balls and wrapping the other around his base to stroke the ilms I couldn't fit down my throat as I slurped messily at him. His fingers wound their way into my hair again, the gentle tug at my scalp sinking to tease through my own loins. Aymeric's sharp intake of breath was my only warning before his hot seed spurted down my throat, the salty taste of him bursting across my tongue as I swallowed down all he had to offer.
When he'd spent himself fully, he slumped back into his chair, his grip in my hair turning into a caress. I let him slip from my mouth, wiping at my lips with the back of my hand, and grinned brightly at him. He chuckled, low and warm, head rolling to meet my eyes. "You're incorrigible."
"Would you have me any other way?" I asked with a smirk, rising to plant a kiss on his lips as he fumbled with his belt.
"Absolutely not," he answered, drawing me down to sit on his lap, the correspondence he'd been writing forgotten - though judging by the number of scratched out words and ink blots, he'd probably have to start it over anyway. "My little sex fiend."
"I'm hardly a fiend," I protested, and he arched a dubious brow. "I'm not! I am perfectly capable of going a few days without release," I asserted, and he smoothed his hand down my arm, expression dubious. "Tis only because we're together that I've taken to indulging in the pleasures of your flesh as often as I have."
"Care to prove it?" he asked, sultry grin curving his lips, and I paused. "We could make a game of it, to see who can last the longest without touching themself. And the loser has to do whatever the winner says for a day."
"Anything?" I repeated, mind already filling with images of Aymeric in full armor, bent over his desk at the Congregation as I sank my cock into him. Just the thought of it roused the interest of my loins, my pants growing tight as I stiffened.
Aymeric's gaze sank to take in the evidence of my intrigue and he hesitated the barest of instants, no doubt considering what I might ask of him if I won, before his expression cleared, confidence replacing that hint of worry. "Anything."
My eyes traced the line of his body as I contemplated his proposal. Despite recent proclivities, I was hardly some sex crazed friend; I'd gone weeks without release before, on some of my more dangerous missions as Azure Dragoon. Surely I could outlast Aymeric - particularly when the reward was so delectable. "Very well," I said, and his grin grew. "If it is a contest of wills you desire, then I can manage that. On one condition: the game doesn't start until tomorrow. It's only fair that I get to seek my own pleasure today, since you just found yours." I licked my lips, savoring the lingering taste of his seed on my tongue, and he flushed, deep crimson staining his cheeks.
"That sounds reasonable," he agreed.
"Good." I leaned in to kiss my way up his neck and drag my lips along the length of his ear, and he shuddered below me. "That gives me plenty of time to ravage you until we're both fully sated."
His breath caught, and I felt the renewed stirrings of his arousal against my thigh. "Estinien..." he breathed, and I smirked against his skin, shifting on his lap until I straddled him. Tomorrow, coming would be forbidden, but Halone help me, I would make the most of the hours we had until then.