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]

[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?

[haillenarte]

[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.]

[heiresy]

[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.

[haillenarte]

[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...

[heiresy]

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, ]

[haillenarte]

[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 —

[heiresy]

[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.

[haillenarte]

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...

[heiresy]

[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.]

[haillenarte]

[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 —

[heiresy]

[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.]

[haillenarte]

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...

[heiresy]

[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.

[haillenarte]

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...

[heiresy]

[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?

[haillenarte]

[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?

[heiresy]

They just put up the posters. I can't remember the title, but it appears to be a comedy about mismatched lovers. We have quite a bit of time before the performance. Should you like to go to the Crozier and browse the shops? I fear my coat is about to fall out of fashion.

[He does seem a slight bit overly energetic to go. He bites his lip as he gazes at where the chaise was and where it currently is based on the dustless imprint on the floor.]

Perhaps a midmorning pastry to replenish our strength?

[haillenarte]

[shopping and sweets. oh, aymeric knows just how to tempt him. blissfully unaware of how far (and how loudly) they moved the chaise in their lovemaking, francel blinks quizzically at aymeric's eagerness to leave — but he's comforted by the fact that the man wants to leave with him.]

...I doubt your coat will ever be out of fashion, my lord. You seem to set the fashions in Ishgard these days.

[once aymeric is done, francel pulls his own pants back up and laces them properly, rolling over to find his discarded bliaud.]

...If anything, perhaps I should get something new to wear. I will look out of place beside you at the theater, if I do not...

[heiresy]

We should get you something new. [Rather than undressing Francel with his eyes now, he was imagining him in different cuts of garments. He tapped his lips with a finger as he thought. He only barely waited for Francel to get his bilaud back on as he headed for the door, stopping on the rug as he heard a set of footsteps.]

[Stephanivien's voice came through, muffled by the thick wooden door. There was a feverish knocking. "Francel, are you in there still?"]

[Aymeric felt like a schoolboy caught with a shirtless girl behind the stacks in the library and remained silent.]

[haillenarte]

[the sound of stephanivien's voice coming through the library door makes francel jolt so badly that he drops his bliaud laces altogether.

he has to scramble to tie them up, rushing over to the door on his shaky legs — although, being fresh off the high of an afterglow, he feels a little less nervous than he arguably should be. "oh, er, yes!" he calls back through the keyhole, a little more high-pitched than usual. "wh-why, is something the matter, brother?"]

[heiresy]

["Aurvael and I heard a bit of noise. Are you, um, alright?"]

[Aymeric seemed to get a bit paler. Facing dragons and disenters? Fine. But dealing with guarding brothers? That was a bit new for him. Most men were in too much awe of him to be pissed when he danced with their sisters.]

[Aymeric turned to Francel to whisper uncertainly.] Do they think I hurt you?

[haillenarte]

No... No, I think they are just... curious...

["we are just fine," francel replies, a little too quickly. "ser aymeric was simply... he helped me move some shelves. they — they are quite heavy, but — we managed!"

he needs to convince stephanivien to leave, and quickly. "er — would you, ah, do me a favor, brother, and ask our manservant to ready my traveling-cloak? after all this... lifting, ser aymeric wishes to browse the crozier."]

[heiresy]

["That didn't sound- Why would the Lord Commander be helping you move shelves?" Stephanivien couldn't resist picking that apart. It didnt even make remote sense.]

[Aymeric was caught between laughing and trying to think of a way to buy into this lie. They would have to come clean. Besides, there was no real reason to lie, besides the rumors. It was a little late for that anyway with the shelf moving business. Aymeric was still whispering, feeling silly.] You can't tell them that it's none of their business?

[haillenarte]

["i-it just — came up in conversation," francel calls back, lying very badly. he gives aymeric a scandalized look.]

I-I could never be so disrespectful to my brothers!

["we will be finished in another minute," he adds to stephanivien, in a much more convincing tone. "was there aught that you needed, stephanivien?"]

[heiresy]

[Aurvael and Stephanivien look at each other. "Brother, your shelves are built into your walls. They were custom Dzemael, remember?]

[Aymeric squeezed the bridge of his nose as a headache was coming on. As this conversation dragged on he dressed. Everything but his coat now- That was simply folded over his arm. And his shirt wasn't laced either, but. He wasn't naked. He stepped forward and opened the door, tousled hair and all.]

Gentlemen, your concern is most admirable, but you will find it sorely misplaced. Pardon our brusqueness, but we have a show to attend.

[He topped it off with one of his diplomatic smiles and nodded to Francel.]

We must be on our way, my Lord.