Aymeric & Estinien plus a grump fluff

[heiresy]

[Aymeric sat with his feet propped up by the fire. Lord Byron laid like an unended bag of flour on his master's lap as Aymeric sipped his evening cup of tea. For once, his work was finished and set aside. He could have fussed with it, but knew it would be in vain come the morning. No reason to grind himself into dust over odds and ends. The House of Lords and Commons would do that for him. Instead he decided to occupy and inspire himself with a book of poetry from the days of his young knighthood.

Freezing rain pattered against the glass of his windows. He sighed with content as he rested a hand on his cat's haunches.]

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[dravanicide]

[Fortunate that Aymeric found work could wait, or else this impromptu visit from his dear friend might have served to interrupt him. It's not only rain that pattered against the glass, but a familiar rattle could be heard as the former dragoon made himself known. He could have just unhitched the latch, as he had countless times previous, but unfortunately he lacked the general tools to do as such.

His decision to return to Ishgard was one of an impulsive nature. If the sound was not enough to alert the Speaker, then the shadow he cast with a flash of lightning did well enough to serve as a visual indicator.]

[heiresy]

[Lord Byron jumped and bounded under Aymeric's bed, turning only peek at the invader. Aymeric got up, too, with a smile already on his face. He knew that knock. He unlatched the tall, thin windows and threw them open, gladly letting the rain in for his manners-challenged friend.]

Estinien! Quickly, quickly, or you'll freeze to death out there!

[dravanicide]

'Twould take more than rain and chilled winds to kill me, Aymeric.

[He said, but there was an ever so slight shake to his voice, clearly suppressed as he was able. Despite the claim, he wasted not the time to clamber in, his clothing soaked all the way through, his hair like a drenched mop. Strands sticking to his face, and the rest was utterly disorderly from the force of the rain, and the blowing of the wind.

Clearing away from the window, so that he could close it and not allow more of the freezing rain in, he offered his friend a curious glance.]

Did I interrupt you?

[As to what, he does not say, but he knew well that Aymeric was a busy man, particularly as of late.]

[heiresy]

Not at all! Lord Byron may disagree, but you know him. I was simply revisiting some books from my youth.

[He made haste closing the window with some slight effort. The wind was really howling now.]

[He moved towards Estinien and clucked his tongue as he pulled the wet strings of his shirt loose.]

Your skin! You're already cold as a corpse! [He began to peel Estinien's tunic off up over his head.]

[dravanicide]

[Estinien's expression hardened at the mention of that cat. Oft did he attempt to forget his presence—the old feline should have kicked it long before Aymeric's adoptive parents did, but like a hairball spewing specter he refused to give up Aymeric's abode.

He made no comment about Aymeric's exclamation, he was past numb with how cold he was, but he was not shivering. Mainly from pure stubbornness, but as Aymeric began to peel him from his soaked clothes—some edges of the sleeves and the strings themselves slightly frozen—the warmth of the other seemed to spur a bodily reaction. Perhaps a realization that he needed to work up his temperature, and despite himself, he began to finally shiver.

Well, at least a little bit. Regardless, he put up no resistance to his tunic being pulled off, and allowed himself to be left bear chested before the other.]

You fret t-to much. I have suffered worse than rain and the cold. I did not come here for you to mother me.

[heiresy]

[He grinned.]

Why did you come here then?

[Aymeric gave him a quick shove, trying to send him into his seat by the fire.]

Give me your leg. Can you even move your fingers anymore?

[dravanicide]

[Perhaps if he were not nearly frozen to the bone he'd stubbornly stay put. But the shove, and the warmth of the fire were convincing motivators, and soon he found himself in the comforts of Aymeric's chair.]

...It had been too long.

[Which was his round about way of saying he missed him. Luckily, Aymeric was probably fluent in Estinienese.]

Aye, my fingers can move. [He held up a hand, wiggling them emphasis, but the redness to them did not particularly inspire confidence.]

Do you truly wish to leave me bare? Should you not fetch me a change of clothes?

[heiresy]

Take off your boots and pants, then. I will be swift with a change of clothes.

[He walked to the opposite wall, opening a door and entering. After just a moment he came back with his wool and fur lined coat and a pair of white leggings.]

These should warm you quickly. [He hands them over, taking and hanging the sopping wet tunic from the floor.]

[dravanicide]

[Estinien watched as he left the room, but beyond that small break, he did as Aymeric instructed. Kicking off his boots, and removing his pants so that he was left in naught more than his small clothes. Though the thin white fabric did precious little to hide him, what with being soaked as well.

With Aymeric's return, Estinien stood from his seat—after all, sitting hardly aided in putting on leggings.]

Aye.

[Was his curt reply, before he took the clothes from Aymeric, placing them on the arm of the chair as he peeled his sopping wet underclothes off, letting his dick flop free from its otherwise tight confinement. A ruddy hue blushed at its surface from the chilling temperature, which being left in those half-frozen pair of underwear hardly helped at all.]

You said you were revisiting books of your youth. Did you find this evening one for reminiscing days long since past, or was there some other impetus?

[he asked as he began to work the leggings up over his legs, sparing Aymeric a curious look.]

[heiresy]

[He couldn't help himself. He couldn't take his eyes off him. As Estinien said, it had been too long. He knew it was fast, it was forward-

But he just felt so sorry for him. He placed a hand on Estinien's shoulder, tilting his head to give him a kiss on the lips. In the same moment, he pressed his other warm palm to cup his package.]

It seemed natural to me, tonight, to think about how this all started. I have stacks of papers with orders and proposals. I needed something with a bit more spirit.

That Halone would bring you to me tonight is nothing short of her blessing.

[dravanicide]

[Perhaps it was foolish that Estinien had not expected Aymeric to be so forward. He always was such, ever since their time as acquaintances within the Temple Knights, to their newly budding friendship, and the decade since. That Aymeric would press that soul soothing kiss to his lips left the former dragoon warmed beyond what that fire could afford him. Further yet, the warmth of Aymeric's hand on his cold cock certainly did its own wonders.

Through his teeth he sucked in a breath as he felt a rush of warm surge through him, and perhaps he too was of the opinion that this night would prove a blessing. The leggings barely made it halfway up his legs before he had stopped with them completely, his own hands gripping at the front of Aymeric's shirt to pull him closer before mashing his lips onto Aymeric's.

There was a hunger there, a need for this affection. Perhaps his time away—with his duty complete and finally being granted the time for self reflection—Estinien was able to fully comprehend this bond they shared—the depth of which he neglected for far too long in lieu of his pursuit of vengeance.

He sought not vengeance, but now the company Aymeric seemed so willing to give, and Estinien would be sure to take it.]

[heiresy]

[he made small gasps between kisses. His own belly seemed to fill with hot honey as his shirt front was grabbed. He offered Estinien's poor cock a gentle squeeze. He moved the hand on Estinien's shoulder to his waist, guiding him around the foot stool to stand properly in front of the fire on the soft woolen rug.

Aymeric reliquished Estinien for a quick moment as he pulled the coat off the chair. He draped it over his lover's shoulders, returning the lapel pull ]

Shall I warm you with my mouth?

[dravanicide]

[As the kiss broke, Estinien let out a shuddered breath. In part from the chill he was still experiencing, while the other was something a bit more lustful. Certainly prompted from that squeeze to his dick, which was semi-hard already under Aymeric's warm touch.

He followed Aymeric's guiding, last he needed was to trip over the foot stool and make an absolute fool of himself in this moment. A shiver ran through him at the words, but perhaps part of it was due to his longing to feel warmth—particularly the warmth Aymeric was offering.]

Your body would be more desirable, but I do suppose your mouth is a good place to start.

[The thought of Aymeric's mouth certainly made his dick throb, and there was the slightest roll of his hips into Aymeric's hand. Had Estinien any manners, he would have probably offered to dry himself at the very least, but he cared only about continuing with Aymeric, and the Viscount didn't seemed to bothered by his dampness anyroad.]

[heiresy]

Patience, Estinien.

[he tilts his chin and gives him a sweet, chaste kiss before sinking to his knees. Even without touch, he too was growing hard from this circumstance. He cupped Estinien's balls in his hand, leaning forward to put Estinien's cock head into his mouth.

His spare hand fell to his lap, giving himself a placating squeeze through his leggings.]

[dravanicide]

[He scoffs at that, as if patience ever served him. However, with a departing kiss, and soon a sinking to his knees, Estinien is rewarded with Aymeric's warm mouth on his otherwise cooled cock, his hand cradling his balls as an added bonus.

A pleased grumble leaves Estinien as he watches Aymeric go to work, his free hands reaching down to weave fingers between those silky black locks, his hold soft. However, he finds himself bucking forward, though not as forceful as he could be, there's certainly eagerness behind it.

It takes every ounce of self control not to just grip Aymeric's hair and thrust forward into his welcoming mouth, wanting to sheath himself deep into the wet orifice. For Aymeric's benefit, he doesn't, not yet anyway. He hardly wants to force him to choke on his cock, after all.]