The Next Morning (Francel & Aymeric)

[heiresy]

[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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[heiresy]

The inspection is of you, milord.

[he places a hand on his shoulder, merely suggesting the direction of where this conversation would be going.

he notes the eye contact, still trying not to laugh. his shoulders shook almost imperceptibly.]

Methinks Lord Haillenarte would prefer this inspection to be done indoors.

[haillenarte]

[oh.

...oh.

francel lets the "temple knight" inside, and then closes the door.

once they are assured their privacy, the blond huffs and draws himself up to his full height, practically pouting. he actually affects a kind of — icy disdain.]

Well, then. Now what have I done to warrant such inspection?

[heiresy]

[aymeric grins behind his mask. he almost missed wearing one for moments like this.]

Your lordship is in a position of... bedside power. It would be an oversight to allow such a thing to go unchecked.

[he places a hand on francel's chest, pressing his back to the wall.]

Will you cooperate, Lord Haillenarte?

[his hand hovers over the hilt of his sword, awaiting answer]

[haillenarte]

[francel scowls up at aymeric defiantly... but maybe for the wrong reasons. he mutters under his breath:]

Couldn't you have thought of aught more sensual than that?!

[bedside power, really? francel almost wants to ask aymeric to pin his wrists behind his back, but doing so would thoroughly spoil the fantasy. he sighs and fidgets against the wall.]

I suppose I've no other choice. What would you have me do?

[heiresy]

[He catches just a bit of that, glad that his embarrassment is literally masked.]

You will give me no lip while you are under investigation, Lordling.

[he bites his lip. He realizes suddenly that he needs to be a sexier version of something that he's used to. accuracy wouldnt do here. maybe the action would make up for it.]

Strip, that I may see you have naught to fool me.

[haillenarte]

[still scowling insolently, francel pulls the ribbon around his neck loose in a very matter-of-fact way; he drops it to the floor with a kind of sassy hand gesture. he undoes the buttons of his shirt all the way down his chest, but he makes no moves to take the shirt off. he folds his arms.]

Any more than this, ser, and you shall have to remove it yourself.

[heiresy]

Then you won't comply. A grave crime indeed.

[he grabs francel by the arm roughly- but not too roughly, mind-

and flips him round to press his chest against the same wall.]

What insolence. Befitting of a spoiled trueborn son.

[he kicks one of francel's feet out to spread his stance. From this position aymeric reaches around to pull at francel's pant ties]

[haillenarte]

[this is... apparently... the treatment francel was hoping for. he loves the feeling of aymeric's hand grasping his arms; he gnaws on his lip to suppress his smile, shamelessly pressing himself into aymeric's palms.]

Th-Then teach me how a common bastard handles himself, ser. You can do that, can't you?

[heiresy]

[aymeric's hand grazes francel's buttocks. he pauses a moment before winding up and slapping him hard through his trousers.]

But of course, who am I to deny his lordship?

[he grasps his ass hard, leaning in to whisper]

Is my conduct to your liking?

[haillenarte]

[francel whimpers, temporarily lost in the way the sting of sharp pain melts away into a pleasant buzzing warmth that lingers between his legs. his lover has seized what is rightfully his. the lordling tenses his wrists between aymeric's fingers, pretending to struggle for a moment before he gives in to aymeric's touch.]

Y-Your conduct... ill befits the Temple Knights.

[heiresy]

That's hardly what I asked.

[his hand moves from his ass further between his legs to grope him.]

It seems you enjoy how I touch you, lustful heathen. High born into a false sense of morality, is it?

[And if he was being really honest with himself, he was wondering how he was going to fuck Francel in this garb. It was heavy and complex, with a certain focus on shielding the family jewels.

[haillenarte]

[there isn't really any point in maintaining the "pure and pious" noble facade, so francel gives it up, whimpering softly as aymeric's hands grope him in ways he's previously fantasized about.]

Please, milord, please... touch me more, more — aggressively —

[heiresy]

[aymeric flushes beneath his helmet. he wants to take him unreservedly, yet he had to bear in mind that francel had less muscle and bruised more easily than most men. yet it would be a shame to insult him. He would soothe his wounds later.]

[he gropes francel's body through his clothing, rutting against his ass. somewhere in the back of his mind he's annoyed with himself for going with accuracy rather than practicality. he would have to undress most of the way to even fuck him. would it spoil the fantasy?

At least he was hard enough that he was sure francel could feel him through the layers.]

That's more like it. Why hold false pretenses when you know what you truly enjoy?

[haillenarte]

[francel can, indeed, feel aymeric's hardness through the chainmail and leather skirts of his temple knight haubergeon — not to such degree that he could identify the cock he's grown so fond of, but it's wonderful to know that he has his lover so aroused. he lifts his hips higher, so that his trousers catch on the shape of his ass, all for aymeric's enjoyment. he can practically taste the warmth of aymeric's sturdy hands against his chest, his ribs, his waist...]

Clothes — clothes off...

[he smiles devilishly up at aymeric.]

Please...?

[heiresy]

[It takes everything in aymeric to retain character. he was starting to forget the premise of this particular scene. he was supposed to be questioning francel for.. something.

he, too, wanted to just take francel's clothes off. even though his gloves make him a bit clumsier, he manages to pull the buttons and ties apart. he moves cloth aside, trying to remain focused. he bites his lip, trying to decide between visibility and maintaining his facelessness. francel had already mentioned that he knew who he was during their play-acting... he'd had this so well planned out before he was in the thick of it.

he pushes the thought aside as he tugs at francel's bare cock with a gloved hand. ]

I wonder... I've treated you kindly and met your wanton desires. Now, how will you repay me?

[haillenarte]

[francel has not forgotten the scene. he has, however, switched characters. whereas he was at first playing the dutiful, prideful husband of another man, he has now decided to play the role of coquettish tempter (temptress?). since aymeric's hands are occupied with removing francel's clothing, he turns around and throw his arms over aymeric's shoulders, smiling, purring, rolling his hips.]

How would you like to be repaid, Ser Temple Knight?

[he leans in, touching his nose against aymeric's iron mask.]

Do you want a kiss...?

[heiresy]

[he licks his lips from beneath his helmet. he raises it just a little to press his lips against francel's. it's what he had wanted all day, after all. but really-]

Such soft lips would be better suited elsewhere.

[he takes francel by the shirtfronts, dragging him down to his knees.]

The laces are under the skirt.

[haillenarte]

Oh —

[a bit startled, francel sinks to his knees obediently, but not without some sulking and pouting. he reaches under aymeric's skirt, tapping his fingers against his thighs up toward his hips, and then calmly tugs aymeric's trouser-laces loose; he takes his sweet time freeing aymeric's cock of its imprisonment as he chides his lover.]

So uncouth... Can't you ask more nicely?

[he presses his mouth against aymeric's erection, but goes no further as he hums like he's got all the time in the world.]