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]

[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.]