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Aymeric + Estinien; this is straight up gonna be porn you've been warned

A drink is what he said, what he suggested, but it would seem that a drink turned into far more than that.

One drink loosened Estinien's tongue quite a bit, and the two seemed to get along rather well—perhaps Estinien had longed for social interaction than his actions would have otherwise implied. A surprise even to himself as he got to talking and enjoying the other man's company. However, one drink lead to another, and they could barely be burdened with finding their way back to the barracks, so an inn room was in order.

Of course they did not think it through when they got the room—one bed to share, but in their drunken stupor it was a tenuous problem. With them was a bottle of ale, because even if they were to retire, little did that mean the drinking had to stop.

"Had I known—" Estinien began as they entered the room, lucky enough that he could keep his balance even when the world seemed unwilling to steady itself, "you would be... this enjoyable to share a drink with, mayhap I would have done so sooner."

He placed the bottle on the small table near the bed as he spoke, nearly knocking it over with his lapse in judgement—even with his motor skills. With the bottle stabilized, he looked to the bed, realizing they had not specified the need for two.

"By the Fury..." he muttered under his breath, before looking to Aymeric, "'twould seem one of us must take the floor."

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Aymeric laughs heartily, the room only spinning slightly. He sits on the floor to take off his leg guards and boots, fumbling happily with the task.

"You've clearly never done this before. I shouldn't be too surprised, you usually frown at jokes and spit at small talk. It's common enough to share a bed to keep the ale flowing longer into the night! We can both take the bed, the ones in the barracks are half as small anyroad."

He threw his armor off him, momentarily seeming to forget how his habergeon came off. So he went with something easier: his arm guards. Once he was there he seemed to remember that his sleeves had to detach.

"Either way, what are you afraid of sharing the bed?" he asked, slurring his words.

Estinien watched as Aymeric took a seat to remove his armor, before working on his own a few seconds later. He gave a slight nod, agreeing to what Aymeric said--it'd be a lie to deny his scorning of socializing, and he cared not to pretend otherwise.

"I fear naught from sharing a bed." He replied quickly enough as his arm guards and boots met with the floor. Soon his haubergeon was on its way to being removed as well.

"I do suppose you are right--there is ample enough room for the two of us." But he had never shared such a vacinity with anyone, and so the thought seemed strange, but the haze of booze did well to push what apprehension he had away.

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"Good! Then neither of us have to show up at the barracks with a cricked back. We probably have some leeway with time, they might figure us dead." He gave a dark chuckle, petering out pretty quick.

Aymeric finally got his habergeon off, pulling the underclothes with it. He less-discreetly than ordinarily sniffed his armpit and straightened back up.

"I think I should rinse before getting into any bed. My perfume wore off hours ago... I bet you're worse."

He said perfume, but he meant the lavender he picked himself and crushed into his soap that he bathed with every morning, no matter how cold the waters felt.

Estinien was not far behind with his haubergeon's removal, even if it was a bit of a struggle with his hands not quite working as well as when he's sober.

It's true, however, they had time to kill when their superiors likely thought them dead with their unit. It was almost a relaxing thought, if the horrors of his unit being slaughtered wasn't accompanying it.

"So then rinse. I will follow soon after." Removing what underarmor he had on exposed not only skin, but what ugly bruising he had from the fight with that dragon. A stiff tail to the chest was not exactly a forgiving blow, and the swirl of purple, black, and red was sure to emphasize that.

"Aye, I will be quick," Aymeric, entirely shunning modesty, just pulls off the rest of his clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. He has his fair share of scars and wounds, burn marks especially. He's more lucky than anything that he hasn't been marred in the face. It would be a shame.

It only takes him a moment to get completely naked once the armor's off. It would be a truly beautiful sight if not for the drunken gait he takes getting into the bathroom. He gets the water on easily enough and climbs into the tub. He sits in the spray of the shower for a moment, finds a handhold, and stands himself up.

"I'm not sure if anything can beat the sensation of warm water after a day like this." He could think of one other thing, but his thoughts scrambled from it as soon as they came. He tried to really wipe the smell off of him. He found a bit of soap, didn't question why it was there, and started washing his armpits and crotch with it.

Estinien would normally not watch with interest as another man undressed--little did he think of others in such a possibly suggestive way, but with alcohol addling his brain he could not help his gaze. It wasn't till Aymeric had stumbled off to the bathroom had he realized he had stared as long as he had.

A quiet curse to himself under his breath as he finished his own undressing. It wasn't odd for men to undress around each other as it was, especially those from your unit. So why the image stuck with him, or drew his attention at all was strange to him.

"I can imagine not much would," he replied curtly, not moving from his place in the room, his eyes falling to the bottle of ale. Grabbing it, he opened the bottle before taking a generous drink of it. Perhaps it would wash down his wondering thoughts of his comrade showering in the other room.

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He came back into the threshold of the room with a towel about his waist.

"Your turn. I shant take the blame if the housemaidens look at us with scorn tomorrow," he looked Estinien up, making a click of his tongue as he saw the bruise. He leaned over to take the bottle from Estinien's hand. "You should shower before you're a hazard to yourself. I'll hold this for you," he grinned, taking a sip.

"Ah, there was only one towel, but it's not too wet," he pulls it out from around his waist, casually exposing himself. He holds it out to Estinien with a grin. "Don't worry, I washed really well."

He wasn't kidding that it'd be quick, but honestly, it could have been far longer and Estinien wouldn't have noticed. It even took him a second to realize the bottle he was holding was taken from him. A delayed scowl went Aymeric's way,

"I would nary be a danger to myself."

He barely finished the sentence before Aymeric fully exposed himself to him, right in front of him. Had he his wits, he would not have been surprised or particularly intrigued at what was displayed before him, but his drunken stupor let rise to thoughts he had long since snuffed out in the pursuit of vengeance. Eyes lingering far longer than they should on something that they shouldn't, he took the towel once he realized what he was doing.

"Very well, I shan't be long," he rose to his feet, similarly bumbling his way to the bathroom. Maybe he did indeed have too much to drink, but a little late now.

Aymeric decided to hang out in the doorway to sip the ale and continue to talk to Estinien. He smiled to himself, holding the bottle near his lips as he spoke.

"Did you see something you liked, my new friend?"

He could barely hear his own words, but they sounded like the right words, maybe. He watched Estinien's form move through the dimly lit room. He felt a jolt in his loins, biting the inside of his lip to stifle it. Or did he want to stifle it? He wasn't all on the same page with himself.

Once in the tub, though not without almost tripping on it, he spared Aymeric a glance as he lingered in the door way. He wasn't bashful, being a man in the service lent itself to being naked around other men quite often. Modesty did not exist for the most part.

However, he could not help but feel a little odd, if not a touch vulnerable, but that laid far more with where his mind wandered of its own accord. However, it helped not with Aymeric's come on, one that he tried most vigilantly to ignore and repress.

He did not look at Aymeric, as his mind raced for a retort, but it was weighed down and sluggish, and what words came to him didn't make much sense. So he merely shrugged, trying to sort through his thoughts. Perhaps turning the water on would be answer enough for the other man, but he knew it was not enough for his mind—or his body. There was an unfamiliar feeling building in his groin, an annoyance he tried to ignore in lieu of rinsing himself off in the warm water.

However, his mind continued to be plagued with the image of Aymeric exposing himself before him, thoughts that never surfaced in all the times he had seen another man bare before him—so why in the seven hells now? He cursed under his breath as he felt himself begin to stiffen as those invasive thoughts kindled feelings he thought himself without—or maybe above. Either way, his body was outright betraying him without a second thought, and he hoped that he could attempt to hide it, or that it would settle down by the time he was done rinsing.

He would be wrong on both accounts.

He would have shied away at the silence if it weren't for the alcohol bolstering and protecting his ego. He leaned into the doorway a bit more, catching the glint of moonlight off of Estinien's stiffening cock. He took that as reassurance and strode a bit closer.

"I meant no harm, nor to be crass," that last part was certainly a lie, "I simply wanted to make sure that we were reading form the same page."

He sat at the edge of the tub, no longer able to contain his own excitement. He tilted the bottle against his lips, taking shallow sips. He had a feeling that he was going too quickly, but he had trouble reigning himself in. His higher mind was supervising at least, and thats why he kept his sips small.

With Aymeric drawing nearer, he could feel his thoughts becoming more jumbled. As well as his body harder to control, what with his gaze falling to the other man momentarily, before looking away once more. He could, at least, control his expression. Kinda. It was a scowl, but it looked far less threatening than he'd like, and so looking away tended to better service him.

"I—know not what page you speak of," he finally said with obvious force. He may be drunk, and his mind and body for the most part betraying him, but there was still some semblance of his prickly self coming through. With him being finished washing up, though he idly pondered for a moment how well he even did with him thoughts elsewhere, he turned off the water. He started to turn towards Aymeric, but realized a little late how close he actually was, and his now fully stiffened member was in face swatting proximity.

Fortunately that did not quite happen, with a stalled stop, he did not fully turn to face Aymeric. Little could he help the slight fluster to his features as he stared down at the man so close to him, and still so very, very nude. He stood there stiff and silent, unsure how to proceed. His drunken mind was giving him plenty of scenarios, each made his dick twitch with due interest, but his own higher thinking halted him altogether.

Edited 2016-07-25 02:24 (UTC)

Aymeric glanced between Estine's face and the much more eye-level head in his wake. He impulsively placed a hand on Estinien's waist, squeezing firmly. He lowered the bottle from his mouth as blood rushed to his cheeks and groin. His face almost drifted closer until his lips almost touched the glans. He glanced up before he pressed him lips to the underside in a very sweet kiss.

Aymeric's own thoughts raced. This was very gutsy, even for him. Though there was something about the day; so much mirth and anger and his true sense of his mortality crashed down around him. He figured that if there were things he wanted, he may as well make the effort. How easily could he die tomorrow?

He gasped against Estinien's cock before he gave it another warm kiss.

Estinien's breath got caught in his throat, and while he may have thought to speak in protest as Aymeric got closer, he found himself unable to act. Just watch as the other leaned in and placed his soft lips against his sensitive—and throbbing—cock.

Finally, a noise left him, and it was naught more than a desperate sort of whine. How long had it been since he even thought about touching himself? Or since he even had, for that matter? Far too long, his body would argue. There was a twitch, a half buck of his hips as another pleasantly warm kiss met with his dick, and he wanted more of that mouth than anything else in this moment.

His body was sure to give into that want, and sure enough a hand placed itself on Aymeric's head, fingers weaving between his still damp hair, and his hips pressed forward. Nudging the flushed head of his cock against Aymeric's lips. His breath was heavy, and his face flushed, and that throbbing need in his groin was demanding.

Aymeric placed the bottle on the floor so that he could place his hands more fully on Estinien's lean muscular sides. His hands traveled to his ass as he took Estinien's member into his mouth. His own was well awake now, tapping his stomach. He sucked dutifully on the cock, trying to take more in than the last time he'd done something similar. He tried techniques he'd felt, fluttering his tongue against the underside, pulling back and tonguing the tip. He glanced up at Estinien, panting and making his own noises against it.

"Shall we go to the bed?" his breaths came heavily and his voice shook as he spoke.

A sharp gasp escaped him as Aymeric's warm and wet mouth engulfed him. His abdominal muscles tightening as he could scant help the buck forward, his hand tightening in its hold. There was little on his brain beyond how he wished to thoroughly fuck Aymeric's wanting mouth, the hands on him only encouraging it. As they touched his ass, it flexed under his contact.

Another whine escaped him as his tongue fluttered across the neglected length, and further when the sensitive tip was teased and tongued. It was like all thought had left him and nothing more than sexual instinct remained. Aymeric's noises were an enchanting siren's song, and he wished to hear more of the alluring melody—

"Go."

It was all he could muster after the man pulled himself away from his cock, the organ throbbing and twitching with obvious need. Estinien swallowed thickly, attempting to regain his wits from the flare of sexual haze in his brain, as well as the smog of alcohol clouding everything, down to his judgment. He released the other man's hair, and would follow him to the bed.

Aymeric did as he was told, though a little wobbly. He smiled and nodded before he went to the bed with intense urgency. He got onto it, laying on his back, his own legs spread and displaying his cock. The precome glinted in the candle light; he bit his lip, squeezing the inner crease of his thigh.

He looked Estinien up and down now, more obviously than before. He raised a hand, curling his index finger towards him. "Let me look at you in the light. I have heard of the rigors of the dragoon's training, but I wish to see it up close."

With no more grace than Aymeric, he followed quickly. Near slipping with one step, but the door frame was just the support he needed to stop himself from making a complete fool of himself. Fortunately Aymeric was in the process of getting settled on the bed, he might not have seen it.

Aymeric is hardly alone with looking over the other, Estinien's own eyes scan over the nude man before him, laying splayed on the bed. His own body showing the rigors of his training, but more distracting than his toned body was the hard cock that begged to be touched. Estinien's own twitching as he caught himself wetting his lips. As Aymeric instructed, Estinien indeed got closer, letting the light illuminate his muscular body, toned from years of work that started when a childhood should have.

He climbed onto the bed, and once closer, he was upright on his knees as he stared at the man before him. His mind raced with thoughts that flickered like the dying flame of a candle for all he could focus on them. They were too numerous, and he was far too drunk and horny to deeply contemplate one, let alone a hundred.

"Satisfied?" He asked gruffly, with a touch of impatience. If there was one thing interlinking all of those thoughts, it was certainly that he wanted little more than to roughly pound Aymeric into the bed till they were both utterly spent.

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He definitely missed it. He was too distracted in the moment realizing that he was going to get laid, even so, his observational skills had wilted with the alcohol.

"Aye, very much so," he reconfigured himself on the bed, getting onto his knees also with only a little effort. He placed a hand on his leg, watching the shadows from his fingertips dance in the candlelight. He placed his hand more fully on the other man's thigh, giving the muscle a squeeze. He looked back up at Estinien's face, looking at his lips for a moment before closing the distance. His hand slipped back around to his ass, giving that a testing squeeze as well.

He kissed him gently as his pelvis met Estinien's, rutting against him.

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