dutyroulette | The Next Morning (Francel & Aymeric)

Yes, ser.

[the nobleman's clothing works just as well, honestly. francel happily takes aymeric's heavy fur coat, handling it with all the reverence he might give an actual piece of plate armor; he folds it delicately over the side of the chaise.]

Your armor is ever so heavy, ser. Your shoulders must be so tense.

[despite the tension in his pants, francel manages to be the picture of a demure and loyal squire as he takes aymeric's blue shirt as well, and places it alongside the coat.]

Perhaps you should flex your back muscles while you try to relax. Certainly not for my personal enjoyment, you understand.

Aye, they are. [He gives francel a coy grin and does so. A series of pops emanate as his lefts his arms above his head. He turns, facing away to give Francel proper view as he drops his arms, pulling them wrist to wrist behind and then in front of himself. He gives his neck a roll as he turns to look over his shoulder at Francel. Luckily for him, between the bright morning light through the window and the cozy fire, Aymeric's body is well lit. While turned away, he unfastens his pants, then turns to sit on the lounge in his usual wide stance.]

Do you spot any new wounds, dear Squire? Anything that should be tended to?

[In all honesty, there sort of was. Though the marks were older now, the burns from torture, the spars with his new friend Vedrfolnir, and several pink battle wounds were laced above his older scars. While they were in no danger for infection and the ache had left, perhaps a bit of lotion on the scars would ease the tightness of them. That or a regular massage on his weary shoulders. Those hulking shoulder plates didn't carry themselves after all.]

[aymeric may turn back to find francel gaping at him with his mouth slightly ajar; if left to his own devices, he would probably start drooling. francel is weak to mens' bodies in general, of course, but seeing a well-defined torso particularly arouses him — for a moment, he's so stunned by aymeric's physical attractiveness that he completely forgets how to think.

no good. no good. and anyway, aymeric is so much more than just his pretty face (and fantastic body). francel shakes his head and approaches the chaise, kneeling before his knight and inwardly praising halone for allowing him the blessing of aymeric's spread legs.]

Allow me to remove your boots, ser, and after that, I shall ease your tensions in any way I can.

[he takes his sweet time unbuckling aymeric's white shoes and placing them to the side. something about being able to handle a beautiful man's shoes excites him; he takes them off with the solemn dignity of a man at worship. in this position, it's tempting to ask aymeric to step on his cock and make a mess of him — but today aymeric is his knight, and francel the squire is determined to bring his lord some comfort.

there is a little drawer on the bottom of the chaise that would be almost impossible to spot if one didn't know to look for it. in days past, francel kept more innocent trinkets there; now, the drawer carries a respectable bottle of lotion that is generally used in less-than-respectable ways. francel takes this up and rises to his feet, pouring a generous amount of lotion into his hands.]

Would you prefer to have your massage lying down or sitting upright, Ser Aymeric?

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[Aymeric shifts into a laying position onto his front. He flexes once more, then folds his arms to rest his head upon them. He stretched his legs and flexes his buttocks before relaxing himself.]

I always prefer to stretch out for these sorts of things. I can flip over when you feel you have finished with my back.

[Aymeric privately enjoys that this bit of role-play includes such sweet pampering. He should have gotten himself an insecure, man-loving noble years ago.]

You are a such a wonderful and loyal squire. What ever would I do without you?

[He peeks back at him with a smirk. Francel's reactions were so sweet. He thought that he should make him do this again and adorn him with squire's mail.]

[francel smiles back prettily, looking very much intoxicated by aymeric's presence. truly, he is the ideal insecure boytoy.]

I am sure you would still be every inch the valiant knight you are, my lord.

[once aymeric is comfortable, francel sits on the chaise beside him. he takes his time to warm and smooth out the lotion in his hands before he begins massaging aymeric's shoulders and back — lightly at first, to accustom aymeric to the sensation, and then deeper, with more satisfying pressure. he's especially eager to tend to a knot that aymeric has at the nape of his neck, and sweetly irons out the tension aymeric is keeping there.

privately, to himself, francel counts out the scars on his lover's back. he takes his sweet time tending to them, careful to watch for any signs of discomfort from aymeric. francel is still nursing a (slightly softened though still obvious) bulge between his legs, but he seemingly doesn't pay it any mind as he allows himself the pleasure of running his hands over aymeric's body every which way he wants to.]

You... really have such an impressive body, ser. Please... tell me if you want me to pay special attention to any place in particular. I'll do anything you ask.

You charm me so, my young companion. With your eagerness, several moons with sword and shield in hand should toughen you as well.

[He gasps as that pesky knot has finally been widdled down. He lets out a soft, genuine moan. He feels his pants tightening as Francel's fingers move all over him. He considers for a moment where he truly is feeling some pain and has to chuckle. His lower back had been sore- not from swinging his great sword, but from his posture slackening late into the night as he worked.]

Remove my woolen hose, good squire, and continue your ministrations lower.

[This time, he really was wearing hose. Aymeric would have said they they were what he was used to and that they were comfortable. But he also knew how well they flattered his legs and showed off his gear while still falling under the guise of modest dress.

He flexes his lower back and buttocks, trying to rid himself of some of the tension waiting for Francel.]

[francel does as he is told, after thoroughly enjoying aymeric's erotic moan and accepting it completely as his reward for being a good squire — but when he moves to slide aymeric's hose off his legs, and the handsome heir to house borel flexes, well...

the temptation is just too great. before he can stop himself, francel's slapped aymeric's cute butt — more a gentle swat than a proper spank, really, but the point remains. gods, he's just got such a nice ass.

innocently, as he pulls the rest of the hose off:]

...Good for blood circulation, that.

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[He let out a soft, pleased sound, rolling his hips. His erection was pressed up against the cushion now as his hose were taken; his excitement slowly but strongly building. ]

Is it indeed... [He continues to crane his neck to look at Francel. He spreads his legs, lifting his pelvis and tilting it, letting his hardening cock catch on the chaise to put it on display. But he does not address it. He thinks briefly that he would have never accepted this from a genuine squire- but as he sinks deeper into the fantasy, writing tales in his head about valiant tales of heroism and adventure-

He soon grew the littlest bit envious of Ser Vairevaux. ]

[francel's supposed to be continuing the massage, but it's plain to see that aymeric's going to have some trouble waiting any longer — so he decides to multitask, using one hand to continue the deep kneading of his lower back and using his other hand to give his knight a generous reacharound.

francel gives all his attention to aymeric's shaft and head; when the friction isn't quite enough, francel pauses to apply a little more lotion into his hands. he makes sure it is thoroughly warmed before he continues pumping aymeric, leaning in to kiss him on the shoulder.]

Of course. I always have your best interests in mind, ser. I want you to come out of this completely relaxed. Is that not what I am here to ensure, as your squire?

[He was willing to wait; he thought he'd just tease Francel with the sight of him, so when he takes ahold- he's surprised, though pleasantly. He melts into the seating, his breathing growing heavier. He slips out of Francel's grasp to turn over, pulling him on top of his body to kiss him. He ruts against Francel's pant fronts, leaving streaks of precome.]

But of course, my charge. You're very talented as well. The best available I'd wager. And what sort of mentor would I be to leave you uncared for?

[francel whimpers with obvious pleasure as he happily surrenders himself to aymeric's need, rubbing his slick hands over the older man's chest as he steadies himself. the kiss is returned passionately, and francel grinds his hips against aymeric's cock in return, even though those clear streaks are going to be very difficult to explain to the servants later.

shyly, francel pulls back and shrugs his bliaud off his shoulders, giving aymeric a perfect view of his naked torso. but he's cringing slightly — he's still not accustomed to revealing his body, and there's an uncertainty in the way he's looking into aymeric's eyes, as if begging him for reassurance.]

Oh, my lord... You needn't worry for me, ser. You know how I — how I love you — I would tend to you and ask nothing in return —

[the book's sweet squire says something similar... though he was also being fucked silly at the time.]

[He looks Francel in the eye, looking down at his body with hunger. For how confident Francel was (in ways) today, he almost kept fogetting how new he was to all of this. His leans in to kiss his forehead and mouth. He smiled against him, keeping his laigh to himself. How interesting they were playing romantic lovers again- even with the change of role. Aymeric didn't particularly mind this. Though it made him wonder who was really pursuing who.]

I am a knight; I live to serve. [He flips Francel underneath him with ridiculous ease, pinning his wrists and rutting against him a bit more. He switches Francel's wrists into one hand as he pulls the snaps on his pants open. He gives his entire package a squeeze.]

And you, my beloved squire, I take pleasure over duty to serve.

[francel frets at his lips with his teeth as he's flipped over and fondled; he squirms with apparent joy, not least because the phrase i live to serve arouses him like nothing else. despite his shyness, he spreads his legs to allow aymeric full access to anything he might require.]

But I... I want to serve you...

And you will.

[he pulls Francel's pants off just enough. He pours lotion on his hands and slicks himself up. He positions and presses into him, hoping that he was still somewhat stretched from the night before. His breath hitches as he feels Francel's entrance give way.]

Fury, forgive us. [He whispers this, his eyes fixed on Francel to gauge his reaction, ]

[francel trembles like a leaf in the wind as he feels aymeric press against him and then inside of him, hardness turning into fullness, and it's plain to see that he wants every bit of it and then some. francel whimpers before he can stop himself, leaning forward so that his mouth is pressed against aymeric's ear; he's whispering absolute filth and he doesn't even entirely realize he's doing it.]

Yes, yes, yes, yes — please, keep going, Aymeric, please — I want you, I want this — I want you to ruin me, I want — please —

[He presses in, hilting easily.] Oh Francel, I never knew you could speak like this. [He rocks his hips and finally closes his eyes, bathing in the sensation. He laces a hand with Francel's squeezing it. All he wants is to take over this delicate young man. His eager willingness is everything to him in that moment.

He ups his speed and intensity fairly soon after. It was difficult to stay in check with such vehement and specific spurring, after all.]

And I could never ruin you.

Edited 2016-12-26 23:31 (UTC)

Please...

[that sweet and ceaseless begging is really something that only francel can offer; he looks like an angel and he moans like one, all blond lashes and flushed pink lips against the warm leather of the chaise.

francel returns the squeeze to aymeric's hand, closing his eyes as he lets himself ride the waves of pleasure that come with aymeric's greedy thrusting — and oh, this is much, much better than last night, the second fuck is always just so much better than the first, he wants more more more and he's going to plead until he's satisfied.]

Then make me — yours completely — oh, Aymeric — so much, there's so much of you...

[Aymeric readjusts his angle, his knee making a soft creak in the leather. He thrusts hard into Francel, indiscreetly rocking the chaise and pushing it slowly across the floor with his thrusts.]

And you take all of me so well, my sweet squire. [He places a soft kiss on the corner of Francel's lips as he drinks in the sight. He hadn't had sex so brazenly in the morning before, and so had never seen his lover so clearly. It made Aymeric moan against Francel's neck as he dropped his head, the pleasure coursing through him.]

[it doesn't even matter to francel in this moment that the chaise is making a ruckus and that his family can surely hear them from downstairs — it just feels good, it just feels incredible and he can't think of anything he wants more than to have aymeric fuck him for the rest of the day, filling his mind with nothing but a static haze of sin.

the room itself is proof of all his years of pent-up lust, and by the fury is he going to get his satisfaction now.

he is most definitely still stretched out a bit from last night — but he's still squeezing hard and hot and lotion-wet against aymeric's cock, and he wraps his legs around the older man's slender waist while he nibbles at aymeric's plush bottom lip with all the tenderness of an innocent lover.]

G-Gods above, you already — a-already have me s-so close to ecstasy — oh, my lord, my dearest knight —

[His hands go down between Francel's legs, pulling his cock in soft, loving tugs. His palm rolls over the head before he presses Francel's foreskin down over the glans. He rubs the tip with his thumb, thrusting steadily harder into Francel.

He bites at Francel's lobe and whispers into his ear]

Come with me then, Francel.

[Partly, he said that because he couldn't hold on any longer himself. The build up had been incredible. Francel was deliciously tight, and the danger of being discovered welled the excitement in his belly. He came hard inside of Francel. His eyes rolled back as he closed them, his jaw hanging loose as his orgasm sent spasm through his core.]

Mmmhh — nngh, ah, Aymeric —

[he hits a peak so high that he thinks he might never be able to come down.

francel digs his nails into aymeric's back as he comes, panting and gasping in a soft broken voice that would make any hot-blooded listener want to fuck him again. it's the bite to his incredibly sensitive ear that sent him over the edge, and not the generous tugging of his cock — but it feels good and filthy and naughty to make a mess of aymeric's warm palm, and his cock twitches uselessly against aymeric's thumb once he's finished, wet and sticky between his legs and wet and sticky inside of him too.

good. good. once he's regained his senses, he reaches out to trace aymeric's jaw with his fingers, looking tired yet immensely satisfied.]

Gods... gods above, that was incomparable...

[His breath shudders and he pants, bathing in the afterglow still inside Francel.] I truly believe that was the best I've had in my life. Oh Francel, my sweet lover, please. You must allow us to do that again.

[He gives Francel's cock an affectionate squeeze before pulling his hand away to minimize the mess. He holds it, claw like, palm facing up as he pulls out of Francel.]

Let us wash up and be on our way.

I... I need a moment before I can stand...

[francel tries to move his hips so that he can send aymeric on his way to the washroom, but he feels so sensitive in the moment that the sensation of the older man's cock pulling out makes him shudder with a second wave of pleasure, and he has to stop partway through.]

Oh, that feels — mmnh...

[he cups a hand to his mouth to keep from saying anything more shameful.]

The... there is a washroom just... the door across from this one, you cannot miss it...

[With his clean hand, he gives Francel's ankle a kind squeeze.]

There is no terrible rush. I shall bring you a towel. [He makes his way over with a wobbly gait. He doesn't bother putting any clothes on for this endeavor. The sound of water is heard a room over as Aymeric washes his hands (and probably his cock). He returns with a damp towel, his leg muscles having regained their strength now for him to walk normally. His cock is still reddish and half hard between his legs, though it seems to be calming still.

He half-sit kneels onto the chaise, bringing the warm cloth up between Francel's legs. He pulls Francel's pants out o the way a bit so that he can see better as he dabs away lube and come.]

How does the theater sound to you today, my Lord?

[oh, that feels strange, being wiped between the legs as though he's some swaddled babe who can't do it himself — and yet it's not unpleasant, either, and he submits to aymeric's ministrations with a faintly drowsy smile that suggests he's really enjoying the attention.

he's lying limp and completely open to aymeric's whims — and that includes going to the theater.]

The... theater? To... to watch actors perform? Why, I have not done that in years, now... Do you know what they are playing?

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