Imagination becomes reality soon enough; Aymeric slides Halsin's cock through his lips and into the warm embrace of his mouth. He takes the head and a few inches after to start, while using his hand to work the rest. His tongue massages the glans under the head with each back and forth shift of his mouth.

Once he gets a rhythm going, his other hand slides along Halsin's inner thigh towards his ass. Two fingertips begin prodding his entrance. They just barely breach before pulling back - and again, and several times more, until he lets them rest there.

All the while, Aymeric looks up at Halsin from beneath, his blue eyes framed in wisps of steam and his drifting hair.