A Glorious Wine Tasting

[heiresy]

[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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[sylphisticated]

[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.]

[heiresy]

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.]

[sylphisticated]

[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.]

[heiresy]

[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.

[sylphisticated]

[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.]

[heiresy]

[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.

[sylphisticated]

[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.]

[heiresy]

[ 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?

[sylphisticated]

[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.]

[heiresy]

[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.]

[sylphisticated]

[How does one ask someone else to face fuck him ruthlessly without coming off needy? Well, he can't ask anyways with his mouth a little full at the moment.

Kiehl looks up at him and there's a smile on his face before he takes Aymeric completely in his mouth; hands braced against Aymeric's hips to keep himself steady. The hand in his hair has him hoping though the other was going to keep with how things have been progressing.]

[heiresy]

[He gasps and moans as he watches his cock disappear into the other man's mouth. His grasp tightens; now that he was fully in his mouth, he felt comfortable thrusting into it. While a bit of choking was hot, he didn't need to suffocate his dragoon outright.]

You look wonderful like this. Good boy, Kiehl. [He presses against the back of his head, making it bob in time with his hips.]

[sylphisticated]

[There's a mix of Kiehl making keening noises and the rather sloppy sounds as Aymeric thrusts into his mouth. His tail wags from side to side. It's a small motion, but enough to betray how much he's enjoying himself.]

[heiresy]

[He takes Kiehl's hair hard in his hand as he outright fucks his mouth now. His cheeks and ears are red, his expression losing its stern control. He pants and moans as he looks down Kiehl's naked body. He pulls his cock out completely, ruddy and throbbing. He props his mouth open with his thumb as he strokes himself through his orgasm, painting his cheek, lips, and tongue with his semen.]

Kiehl... [he moves his thumb finally, allowing him to close his mouth and swallow if he wishes.]

We should... take this to my personal chambers.

[sylphisticated]

[Kiehl does swallow. Did Aymeric think he was going to just spit it out onto his floor or something? That would be rude.

He gently wipes some of the cum off his face and is sure to make eye contact with the other as he licks and sucks it off his fingers.] Thanks for the meal. [He could be talking about the tea and biscuits. He probably isn't.

Kiehl moves to get back to his feet. His knees hurt a bit from being on them for so long and he's achingly hard. He's patient though. There's also something very satisfying seeing Aymeric losing control as he does. To see his face red and slightly breathless.

Very satisfying.]

[heiresy]

My pleasure. [Literally, anyway.

He puts his cock back into his pants and wipes his brow. He straightens his shirt, grins, then takes him by the horn to lead him upstairs.] Hopefully my manservant is fast asleep... We wouldn't want him to happen upon you.

[He pushes his bedroom door open. The fire is burning low, but the room is still plenty warm.]

[sylphisticated]

[He grunts a little as he walks with the other to his room. He doesn't have much of a choice with Aymeric's firm grip on his horn.] You make it sound like that's the worst that could happen. [Him being naked with Aymeric's cum on his face. Sure. That's the problem here.

Kiehl would probably worry more about how that impacted Aymeric than himself.]

[heiresy]

It is. [He says evenly and mildly as he closes the door behind them.] He may happen upon your clothes. He will know what has happened, not that it will make a whit of difference.

[He leads him to the bed by his very-convenient handle, then gives him a firm shove. He starts to unbutton his shirt, standing and staring at Kiehl.]

Are you used to men treating you this way? You seem to enjoy it.

[sylphisticated]

You don't sound particularly worried for what could be the worst. [He isn't sure if that implies that the worst isn't that bad or that Aymeric isn't particularly troubled at it.

He falls onto the bed without much of a fight.

Kiehl does click his tongue at that question though. His face may have turned a shade redder though.] Of course not. I wouldn't trust a stranger not to mistreat me normally. I wouldn't put myself in a situation where they'd be able to hold that kind of power over me. [Which implies a lot of things. Kiehl's suspicions of others and his inability to truly let someone else take the reigns. But also that he seems to trust the other quite a bit.]

[heiresy]

Tell me what could be the worst. [He finishes unbuttoning his shirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. He pulls off his boots before crawling onto the bed over the other man. His eyes go over his scales, now that he can view all of them properly. He traces the outline of the edge of his scales on his skin.]

Of course. You are a careful man. [He seems to have softened in this moment as they chat and transition to the next part over. Aymeric's previous demeanor seems to return as he lays with Kiehl. He presses kisses to his hips before looking him in the face.]

[sylphisticated]

I suppose there isn't really anything worst than being caught in the act. [Kiehl watches the other intently; appreciating Aymeric's physique.] Do they interest you? [He personally can't imagine scales being all that interesting. He's grown up with them all his life. He can see the appeal of them to others though. Perhaps the lack of them would be weird if it wasn't the norm.]

I don't want to be taken advantage of. [Especially by some stranger.

Kiehl stares intently back at the other. His face is pretty stoic, but there's an obvious want in his eyes.]

[heiresy]

They do. They're beautiful. [he runs his hands up Kiehl's calves and thighs, noting the topography of the scales until his pelvis is comfortably between Kiehl's legs. He hangs there, looming over the other man.]

And yet, with you looking like this... So vulnerable. [He holds Kiehl's chin in his hand, gazing down at him.] That's all I want to do. [he presses his hips forward, grinding against him with his clothed, slowly hardening cock.]

[sylphisticated]

You flatter me. [He's a little charmed by Aymeric's interest in them. It's endearing.]

I wouldn't expect to hear those words from the likes of you, Lord Commander. [Kiehl shudders and tries to rock his hips up against the other. He's still very much hard.] I wouldn't stop you though.

[heiresy]

You are worthy of my flattery. [His hands move to Kiehl's wrists, moving them together and pinning them under a single hand. He pulls something from the headboard, then begins to tie it around Kiehl's wrists. It's secured to the headboard already, somewhere below the mattress.]

It seems we have room to learn more about one another, then, my Dragoon. [He sits back on his knees and unfastens his trousers again, pushing them down over his hips, wiggling out of them.]

[sylphisticated]

You know how to charm another. [He idly wonders if Aymeric has this set up specifically for situations like this or if it just happens to be some decoration with the bed that works in favor or their current activities. Maybe he'll ask the other later. Assuming he'll remember. It isn't actually important. Just something Kiehl is a bit curious about. He does tug experimentally at what has him bound.]

Apparently there's a lot that can still be learned. [Like apparently how attractive the other is stripping down. He tilts his head as he obviously checks the other out.]