It's starting to prick his interest again, somehow. Usually Estinien rids himself an erection wtih a quarter-bell of hard jerking and thoughts about Aymeric in the bath, arousal risking a second time is nearly unheard of. He bites down on the belt to muffle his noises - of discomfort, of need, of desire. This man's rutting into him like a beast and Estinien can't help finding himself loving it.