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The Next Morning (Francel & Aymeric)

[The crisp morning brought out the flush in Aymeric's cheeks as his hot breath hung in the air in front of him. He smoothed his coat and brushed a piece of hair from his face before he rapped on the House Haillenarte's front door. He supposed that he could have sent a courier to deliver the costume piece, but that would defeat the purpose, wouldn't it?

He was a little confused with his actions, but nevertheless. It was too late to turn back now... And it wasn't as if he was afraid or that this could be a bad idea...

He greeted the surprised manservant at the door with a warm smile and a politely worded request for Lord Francel.]

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Hardly. I enjoy that feeling most every night... [his face flushes. be it from the heat of the water or the circumstance. he gradually hardens with the contact, with the implications.]

"Once"? Is this to say that you have now shed this fantasy, or would you care to revisit it with a wardrobe change?

[his hand hovers at francel's ankle. he doesn't think francel would ever hurt him, but he can't help but desire a safeguard.]

[francel is still cradling aymeric's head, so he only needs to bend down to whisper into his long, lovely ear; he fingers it as he talks, rubbing the tip of aymeric's ear with his warm fingers.]

I would love for you to grind me beneath your heel and look down upon me like filth.

[really, he's not expecting anything in return for the services he's providing right now, but all the same, francel stiffens as he imagines aymeric coming beneath his feet. the hand around his ankle doesn't deter him; he'd want the safeguard too.]

You fill me with all sorts of impure thoughts...

[he cranes his neck with a lustful look in his eye. francel's words hastened his erection into its fullness, and he can't help but rock his hips against francel's foot. it's absolutely shameful, really. but he makes a lot of exceptions for their private moments.]

Is that so? [he chews his lip, considering]

I've never donned my Temple Knight's mail for you, but I well could with little preparation. [he places hot kisses on francel's leg] Come sit in the water with me that I may sully our efforts this evening.

[francel slides into the water with a giggle, settling into aymeric's lap with his legs spread so that his sweet fiancé can see his arousal. momentarily casting aside his "naughty lordling" mask, francel smiles and nips and kisses aymeric's lips, looking up at the man with unbridled adoration, as though he wasn't just kneading his cock with his foot a few minutes ago.]

Oh, would you, dearest? You know, I've always loved how you look when you sit in that armor with your legs spread wide...

[aymeric closes his hand around the base of francel's skull. he kisses back in turn, his expression awash with affectionate lust. he glances down between them, taking both cocks into one soapy fist. he jerks them together without much fanfare- he knew they both needed to get over this hump to get on with their days anyway. he pauses mentally- it's just too funny how francel has dragged him down to his age. he had never gone truly idle, but certainly he had become less in tune with himself in recent years- ]

Legs spread- That's how I always sit!

[francel loses himself in the wet, slick hotness of aymeric's palm without any sort of resistance. aymeric should probably think twice about marrying francel — the sexual needs of a twenty-something-year-old aren't to be taken lightly, and there's no doubt that even after having sex in the morning, he's going to want another round later at night.

his eyelids flutter and he practically purrs as he thinks about how aymeric usually sits.]

Oh, yes, my love — and it always makes me want to fall to my knees before you and give you the proper amount of care.

[he melts against francel's neck, just about panting in his ear as he really cuts to the chase with this double handjob.]

I should be more aware when I'm stationed at my desk then— as to not tempt you so cruelly.

[francel, too, slides his hands down and rubs one tantalizing index finger across both of their tips, back and forth, gazing up at aymeric with unabashed longing.]

This is your fault, you know. I was such a good, pure Ishgardian boy before you — nngh —

[he comes quietly, with a soft hiss and a shudder that rocks his spine; it's not the kind of orgasm that tears through him like a near-religious experience, but it feels like a gentle high and francel breathes heavily afterward, eyes closed, catching his breath.]

[he comes a little harder than he was expecting to, his mouth hanging open as he comes. he rests his forehead on francel, somehow able to hear him through that. he thinks fondly on the lusty little books in francel's library and grins.]

Aye. Ten years younger than myself and I took you as a lover. It was only to be expected.

[he smiles, placing little kisses on francel's collarbones.]

[francel tilts his head back to allow room for aymeric's kisses. he rubs his hands clean of precum and semen in the water before running his fingers through aymeric's gloriously soft locks, basking in the afterglow.]

I think myself the luckiest man in Ishgard.

Now, now. I'm the one with the young husband to-be. I believe I may be the luckier man.

[He rests his head on Francel's shoulder then, breathing the steam in slowly, tracing little shapes onto his skin.]

I would much rather stay here with you than go back to work... And I itch to work whenever I am not.

[eager to play the role of impish, coquettish young lover, francel shivers at the contact and nuzzles closer. he stares dreamily into aymeric's ice-blue eyes, tempting him into lazy complacency.]

Stay with me, then. Take the day off. Will Ishgard collapse without you at her helm? Is she not strong enough to allow you some reprieve?

I've never taken a day off. I'm not certain that I'm allowed. Even if I am, Ser Handeloup would have my head! [He laughs, his voice reverberating in the spacious bath. He thinks back to his last illness. Even when he was shambling and flu-ridden he made himself sit in his chair.]

Though... I could finish my tasks and leave early. They'll send for me if they need me. [He gives Francel a devious little smile, as if they were bending the rules. Even though he was just promising to work a lot faster and inconvenience his knights.]

[ah, the sweet taste of victory. francel's smile is catlike as he leans forward and presses a kiss to aymeric's lips.]

Then I will have a special surprise readied for your return.

[smiling, he draws back and sinks into the water, dutifully scrubbing where he needs it most.]

Ser Handeloup really ought to have more time to himself, as well. He has that daughter of his to think of...

It's true, isn't it?

[he grins, washing himself as well. He glances at the clock-

(A clock in a bathroom. What sort of odd man has...)]

I shall hurry home as soon as I am able, then.

[He finishes his washing fairly quickly and rinses himself.]

I'll prepare a quick breakfast ere my departure. What sounds appetizing?

Oh — you needn't worry for me!

[francel seems strangely flustered to be asked his opinion of what to eat. he splashes awkwardly in the water.]

Pray, prepare food for yourself. I will manage on my own once you have left.

I would be a terrible husband if I didn't worry.

[aymeric steps out and towels himself off, then leans back over to press a kiss to francel's head.]

I'll cook an omelette for you. I'll leave it in the pan so that it stays warm.

[he stares a moment longer, bracing himself to tear away from francel. he lets out a small sigh]

You make it so difficult to go to work. Mayhap I should hire you as my secretary...

[francel smiles adoringly at the kiss, but he resists the impulse to return it, instead lingering in the water a moment longer. he would love nothing more than to bask in his — fiance's? — warmth forever, but alas, aymeric is a very busy and very important man.]

You know I would be an excellent secretary... but I fear I would prove much too distracting. Just think — the House of Lords would get nothing done with you seducing me at every hour of the day!

And public favor is such a fickle thing. I would be thrown from office within the week on charges of indecency and love-madness.

[he laughs as he dries his hair, loosely combing it into place. it seemed his hair just did the rest on its own as he got ready.]

I would be sure to be guilty, too.

[unfair. why has aymeric been blessed by the gods? and more importantly, why is someone so perfect staying with francel of all people?]

I shall simply have to do my utmost to stay in the public's good graces as your devoted husband. I fear it an impossible task — I am sure every man in Ishgard thinks himself more suitable for the position.

And yet, unlike public office, they have no power over my choosing.

[he brushes some wet hair from francel's face and smiles.]

That besides, I'm sure most men in Ishgard prefer the company of women. [he chuckles as he pulls on his undergarments. in recent months he has cleaned his drawers of all but his most flattering pairs.]

... And if the words of the night shift Temple Knights are to be trusted, the men believe that they are already underneath me and find no joy in it.

[francel is shameless with the way he slowly drags his eyes up aymeric's legs to where the man's undergarments contain him in the most elegant way. he floats dreamily in the water at the edge of the tub.]

Why, then I am glad to find joy beneath you every night.

[he smirks deviously and rolls around in the water, bemoaning his love — it's kind of cute, if mostly because francel isn't normally one for such ostentatious behavior.]

Ah, go already, my love! Make haste! If you don't leave now, I shall never stop flirting with you, and then where will we be?

[he turns his head, cheeks reddening. francel was unbearably cute, and he found himself under his spell constantly.]

Aye, aye, you're right.

[He pulls on his clothes- without his coat and gloves, of course, and departs for the kitchen to make some quick breakfast. The bell chime of yet another clock knocks him from his daydreaming as he wolfs down his food and dashes out the door.]

[true to his word, francel resolutely stays in the water until aymeric has gone, and then goes to make his own breakfast. so silly! they're a pair of wonderfully stupid lovebirds, they really are.

by the time evening comes, francel is once more hunched over at his harpsichord, humming softly to himself and testing notes periodically on the keys. he's composing a little ditty, waiting for aymeric to come home.]

No, a D chord, not G... ah, when will he come home? I hope he is not staying at the office... hmm, F, then A minor...

[A loud, imposing knock emanates from the front door. With no one to answer it- The manservant had been given holiday to spend with his family, after all.]

[the knocking continues, aymeric trying to still his laughter long enough to put on a serious tone. he lowers his voice, attempting to disguise]

Open up! This is an inspection!

[behind the door is aymeric- face covered, identifying weapon nowhere to be seen. It was nostalgic, really, to be in his temple knights uniform. he had to remind himself that it had only been five or so years since he had properly donned it anyway.]

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