dutyroulette | The Next Morning (Francel & Aymeric)

Have you learned to cook? I can't imagine a need to learn in such a household... Haillenarte's staff must be superb.

[he watches this process, smiling serenely the entire time.]

Something hearty... Though I haven't looked properly in the ice box in ages...[He stands, walking over to francel on the way to his dresser. He gives his ass a squeeze and a soft slap. his expression betrays nothing. he puts on a soft cotton tunic with a pair of white hose. he pulls a bath robe over for a bit of warmth.]

We may need to go to the market beforehand... It is rather tempting to go straight to Master Urrix's.

[that booty slap elicits an appropriately embarrassed and surprised squeak from francel, who looks around in confusion as if somehow not understanding that aymeric is the only one in the room who could have possibly slapped his ass. he pouts when he finally makes the connection.]

I lived on my own in Skyfire Locks for some time, remember? Of course I can cook... though, not to any respectable degree. I can... bake. Certainly nothing so fine as Master Urrix's fare. But now that you've got me thinking on it, I want to eat something you've made.

[francel digs up a change of folded clothes from out of the dresser, but doesn't put it on. he huffs, in a cutesy, playful way.]

...Before that, though, I'd like a bath! You did not give me a chance to properly wash myself last night!

[Way too cute, he thinks.]

Ah, yes. I would have thought they might send you with a servant...

[He looks over, a little embarrassed now that he was dressed and going on about breakfast when they were still absolutely filthy.] Very well, then!

[he takes his tea cup into the wash room and begins to draw francel a bath. he takes a seat on the ledge, crossing his ankle onto his knee. He sips his tea sleepily, just happily staring at his young lover's nude form.]

After we eat I should take you to the jeweler.

Edited 2017-01-07 00:53 (UTC)

[francel fusses with some things by his vanity while the water runs — though he's no lady, obviously, and so he only has some basic lip balms and skin tonics. he's not putting anything on — just taking mental inventory. once he has things set up as he likes them, he looks back at the tub and dips his feet in the water — then hisses in pain. right, he'd forgotten about lord byron's... parting gift.]

The jeweler? What for?

[he's forgotten about something else too, apparently.]

The ring, unless you had forgotten. I suppose I sprang that on you awfully late at night.. Under some distracting conditions. [he finishes his cup and sets it on the vanity. he disrobes, loosely folding them over a chair.]

Hold still a moment- [he nabs a little container of viscous gel from his counter. he delicately applies it to francel's foot]

That should do. [he places a small kiss on francel's thigh]

[francel blushes visibly — he enjoys the attention to his thighs — and presses his index finger to aymeric's lips in return. so soft and plush...]

I-I remember! It merely... slipped my mind.

[smiling despite his own embarrassment, francel lowers himself into the water, more conscious of the cut on his ankle this time, and begins shyly washing his nape and neck.]

And I... I wasn't sure you were quite serious. I thought perhaps 'twas merely something you said in... the heat of the moment... though of course my answer is the same!

[he presses a kiss against that finger in return]

Mayhap I only had the courage to come forth with it then, but I mean it as much now in my sobriety. I understand the confusion. It's a cliché, isn't it? [he dips his foot into the bath as well, considering.]

Mm, Francel. Has anyone told you that you bathe like maiden? [He grins warmly, just admiring his handsome ~~bride~~ husband to-be. He pushes the soap around the base of his thin, pale neck with a few fingers.]

L-Like a maiden?

[francel blinks, surprised, but it's hard to argue that point as he is indeed sitting at the edge of the tub with his legs demurely pressed together and his arms washing the nape of his neck. he lets aymeric take over, all too keenly aware that aymeric's fingers are much bigger and stronger than his, and, oh, it feels so nice to let them handle his body...]

No one has ever told me that, for no one... watches me bathe. Save you, that is.

Precisely so. You move with grace and leisure, starting with perhaps the most sensible part— rather than where would need the most attention soonest after a day of vigorous activity.

[he gives him a coy grin as his hands move to his shoulders to give a firm, soapy squeeze. His hands glide down his back to his hips, then around to his stomach. He leaves his hands there for a moment, just thinking about the feminine softness to him. really you hardly ever saw men like francel, and never in the nude. it hadn't stopped being novel at all to him yet. he lets go to rewet his hands in the rising water and steps down into the bath, taking one of francel's legs into his lap. there he washed and massaged it as if he were in servitude.]

It is my private pleasure, then.

Edited 2017-01-13 08:32 (UTC)

Ah, Aymeric —

[francel squirms but lets himself be squeezed, all plush vulnerability on a male frame, but when aymeric starts washing and massaging his legs like a servant at a bathhouse, the blond can't help but let out a soft murmur of appreciation. he rather greedily presses his thighs together, drawing aymeric's attention to his other leg.]

I would love nothing more than to be your private pleasure — your every private pleasure. But that feels... almost too good, Aymeric. You shall spoil me rotten like this, and then how will I ever cope without you?

I would hope that you wouldn't need to— considering my proposal.

[he happily shifts his focus to the other leg, laying his head against francel's thigh]

I should send a letter to House Haillenarte lest I forget and place the pressure of time upon them. Lord Stephanivien may need the full four moons to rub the grease from his chin.

[francel can't help but gnaw on a catlike smile, one that he just can't seem to swallow no matter how hard he tries to keep a straight face. who would have thought that he'd ever be in this position, with the shamelessly attractive lord commander in his lap? he's still marveling at it. he reaches out and gently holds aymeric's head in his hands.]

He'll need a four full moons merely to find a well-fitting suit, much less clean his face.

[and then — because the temptation is sort of great, and he's thought about being on the receiving end of this sort of attention at least a hundred times — francel reaches out with his free leg, still dripping with water, and gently places his heel on aymeric's cock. he slides it up and down; he curls his toes, a little experimentally.]

Darling...

[he gasps softly. His voice isn't harsh or demanding. but a little slow and heady]

What are you doing?

[He keeps his head where it is in francel's hands, unwilling to break whatever little spells come over him. aymeric is easily excited by francel's whims. they usually spell fun for the two of them, afterall.]

Just a little something that I once wished you would do to me.

[francel never edges into territory that might be anywhere near uncomfortable — but he continues stepping on aymeric, grinding his heel where warranted. sometimes he stops to dip his feet in the water to keep everything warm. his smile has gone from shy and sweet to mischievous.]

Aymeric, my love... is it wrong that I rather like the feeling of having you beneath me?

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.

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