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A Glorious Wine Tasting

[With the new Alliance came eager merchants and expanded trade routes. The Limsan wine makers and sellers snapped at the chance to expand their markets; and what better way to sell wine than a wine tasting? The tables were lined all around the ballroom, ready-set to host the moneyed of Ishgard.

The Lord Commander was certainly invited, and he felt obliged to accept. His wine cellars could use some replenishing anyway...

The merchants poured him a little glass at every table, pushing it on him. He drank every glass, and with each glass the next seemed more reasonable. He had worked himself at least halfway around the room before he was starting to eye a way out. His exit is cut off. Nowhere to run-

A woman with a tray of wine stands before him, offering it directly. He can't refuse. He takes it, trying to seem as sober as possible. He thanks her, stepping away. At least with a glass in hand, they aren't making him take up another.]

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I value you, as well. You should allow yourself to be freer with me with how long we've known one another. [He regards the other for a moment, taking in his facial features, the way he holds himself.]

I find you attractive as well. [pause] Have you ever hoped something might come of it?

Do I seem reserved around you? [He isn't sure what Aymeric means by being freer with him.

He tilts his head and regards the other. He isn't sure why things are going as it is, but this is a lot different than propositioning a random person for the night.] For a one night stand? [He wouldn't deny that having a fling with the other hadn't crossed his mind before.

He has never considered anything passed temporary though.]

Not... exactly. You needn't put me on a pedestal is all.

Is one night all you would want of me? [He doesn't sound offended, merely just trying to feel the other out. He rearranges himself in his chair, crossing and uncrossing his legs.]

I wasn't quite aware I was doing that.

[Aymeric's words confuses him.] I don't expect commitment. [He doesn't mean to Aymeric specifically, but that he had gone into all his flings with the idea that they would be temporary. Short lived. It's a pretty sad way of viewing things if he sat down and thought about it.] You said just moments ago that you wish to have kids. [He can't exactly help in that department.]

I was adopted, and I expect to repay that kindness. There are always orphans in Ishgard

[He stands, finally, from his chair beside Kiehl to stand directly in front of him.]

I don't require commitment from you, not like this. [He wets his lips, lifting his eyes to Kiehl's.] I was simply attempting to gauge interest and intent to follow through. If you are interested, then so am I.

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Ah. [He has nothing else to really say on that matter. What else could he say?

The way that Aymeric stands above him and looks at him as he licks his lips sends a shiver down Kiehl's spine. Oh.] I'm interested.

[He continues to gaze down at the other man, looking at his unfamiliar garments. His lips part as he undresses him with his eyes. He tilts his hips to the side, shifting his weight. Part of him knew that he was running away with his lowered inhibitions,
but he felt that he wouldn't regret this.]

Show me how your foreigner's clothing comes apart, then.

[There's a small, rare smile on Kiehl's face as he gets to his feet.] They aren't that foreign, Commander.

[He unbuckles the chest harness with ease before undoing the buckles on the waist tassets that sit over his coat. With those out of the way; all that leaves is the coat he is wearing.] Surely, a coat is not too difficult unless you're asking me to undress in front of you.

[ He steps just a little closer, taking a braid in his hand, tugging his head down to meet him at his level, eyes half lidded. He kisses him, open-mouthed and hungry as his eyes close. There's the beginning of a moan as his brows knit. He breaks the kiss to press his lips against one of Kiehl's horns, catching his breath. His voice comes firm. ]

I am. Strip.

[He's actually taken quite off guard and lets out a surprised yelp. The noise he makes is almost immediately muffled with Aymeric's mouth over his own and he returns it with fervor.

Kiehl isn't sure the whimper was because of Aymeric's mouth against his horn or the command that the other gives him. He isn't going to outright admit that he finds that immensely attractive.

It also wouldn't be Kiehl if he wasn't going to be a bit slow about it. Kiehl could easily unbutton his coat quickly, but slowly unbuttons them one by one. He keeps his eyes locked with Aymeric's own as he does so.]

[Aymeric curls a hand around the other's horn. Much better to move his head around with. He glances between his face and the slowly exposing underneath of his coat.]

Faster. I'm not feeling patient at the moment. [As he pulls his head to the side by his horn, exposing his neck. He presses kisses and warning bites against the unscaled skin there, then tonguing the jagged edge of his scales. His other hand goes to Kiehl's groin through his clothing, exploring.]

[A low growl erupts from Kiehl's throat as Aymeric bites and kisses his neck. He represses the shudder as he feels hot tongue against his scales. He can't hide the fact he's already half hard.]

What happens if I don't oblige. [The right thing to do is oblige, but Kiehl wants to see what will happen if he doesn't quite yet.]

[He gives his cock a firm squeeze through the fabric. He continues to speak directly against his horn in a low tone.] Are you looking to be made to? Your body betrays you. I have no qualms about bringing you to your knees, Kiehl.

[His own cock throbs in his pants. He distinctly hopes that he isn't misreading the room. Kiehl would stop him, right?]

[The squeeze earns a moan from the taller man. A moan, however, doesn't seem to be the same as yielding. There's a defiant look in Kiehl's eyes.] I want to see you try, Lord Commander.

[He's definitely egging the other on.]

You will come to heel, dragoon.

[Aymeric doesn't break eye contact as he tries to kick Kiehl's feet out from under him. The hand on his horn stays firm where it is, dragging him down with considerable force.]

[The small sound of pain the Au Ra makes as he buckles down to his knees would probably be slightly concerning if not for the way that Kiehl licks his lips as he keeps his eyes on the other.

He doesn't say anything back at the other; now on his knees in front of Aymeric.]

Finish disrobing. [He continues to use his horn as a handle, pressing his face against his pants front. Aymeric was clearly enjoying this, too.]

Then I want you to tend me.

[He grinds himself against Kiehl's cheek, a flush rising in his cheeks.]

[Kiehl actually obliges and finishes unbuttoning the coat and letting it fall to the floor. He's actually wearing pants underneath (the idea of an emergency happening and him jumping through the air wasn't appealing). It's also obvious how hard he is and how it's straining against the fabric of his pants.

Aymeric seems overly dressed in comparison. Aymeric has way too much clothes on even if they aren't comparing, honestly.

It also wouldn't be Kiehl if he didn't seemingly want to drive the other up a wall. He doesn't bother to try and get out of his pants with Aymeric having him on his knees instead. Instead, Kiehl presses his mouth against Aymeric's crotch. He isn't bothering to get rid of any of the layers of fabric that the Ishgardian is wearing, but just mouthing his dick through it.]

[He bites his lip as he catches a glance of the shape of Kiehl's hardened length through his trousers. His own breeches were thankfully thinner than his uniform pants. However. It was still too much.

Keeping his balance by sheer will alone, he lifts a foot and presses the heel of his boot against Kiehl's cock.]

I believe I told you to disrobe.

[He grits his teeth a bit as he refuses to let any noise escape his mouth. Dear Menphina, if he didn't enjoy being under Aymeric's thumb like he is.

He wordlessly unbuttons his pants and does his best to get his pants and underwear off while stuck in the position he was in. Kiehl was rather pale despite probably being out often. It made the midnight scales freckled among the more goldish ones all the more apparently.

Kiehl is quiet as he looks back up at the other; face a slight ping.]

[He moves his foot to Kiehl's underside, pressing his balls against his body with the top of his boot momentarily before placing both of his feet back onto the floor. ]

Very good. Now unbutton my trousers and take me into your mouth.

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[The small whimper that escapes Kiehl's mouth is just so docile to the usual prideful Au Ra.

He follows Aymeric's order and gets Aymeric's pants undone. He wets his lips (he's totally admiring that dick) before he runs his tongue over it.]

[ He shudders in anticipation of coming pleasure. He's fully hard like this, biting his lip as he watches him carefully. He smiles at the cute sounds his partner makes.]

That's a good boy. You've done this before, haven't you?

[Kiehl doesn't give any sort of answer to Aymeric's question. Partly because he's busy running his tongue over the shaft of Aymeric's dick and he wasn't going to degrade himself unless Aymeric makes him answer.

A few more licks and he presses his lips to the head of it and sucks gently.]

[He would have pressed the point, but he felt that it was a little tricky acting irate with a pair of lips against his cock head. He moves a hand to the back of his head, goading him forward.]

More... [Aymeric grasps the hair in his hand, making small noises of pleasure.]

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