“Nor you,” Aymeric leaned down to kiss Aza as he hooked his hands to the back of Aza’s thighs, lifting him to straddle his hips.

“There, better,” he moaned, going in for a passionate kiss. He was keenly aware of how this looked right now, but frankly he didn’t care. His own cock was fully stiff, teasing against Aza’s backside. He thrusted his hips a couple times, just to let Aza know what he does to him before turning and planting his ass on the bath ledge. Aymeric sank to his knees, making keen, teasing licks around the base and balls.

Aza’s cock was pressed fully against Aymeric’s cheek, so close to properly being in his mouth. Aymeric looked up at him through his long, dark lashes, breathing hotly against his skin.