The Onsen Episode

[heiresy]

Aymeric laid himself out on his Futon, kimono askew, with the solitary bottle of drinkable sake he had found in all the market. He remembered and scorned the thought of heating it up, as the seller had suggested. There was a lot to get used to here, most of all the days off. No one, save for cases of extreme emergencies, ever wanted to work the weekends. So... That left him with entirely more time than he was used to having. He tried to spend some time cooking, making approximations of food he was used to with cousins of the ingredients he grew up with.

Even the bread was weird. He couldn't put his finger on it, though. Too sweet? Too many eggs?

Aymeric pushed his papered window open, leaning on the windowsill to at least try to enjoy the pleasant weather. They had furnished him with a nice little apartment, upstairs from an aging auri woman who tended to the premises. She had been extraordinarily kind to him, yet he still felt like he was barely adjusting.

He took a swig of the sake, letting it rest in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. He looked utterly boneless.

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[steppechild]

There was something darkly, viscerally satisfying having Aymeric like this - tense and eager and very impatient, very much wrapped around his finger. Aza had absolute control over this situation, and there was a brief, mischievous urge to draw it out a little, just to tease but... well, Aymeric was just too adorable like this, too tempting. So...

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Aza laughed breathlessly as Aymeric pulled him down onto the bed and started pawing very pointedly at his clothes. He really couldn't deny his partner anything when he was like this, really, so with a very fond sigh, he started wriggling out of his clothes, gambeson first then the trousers. It wasn't very sexy - he had enough of provocative stripping to last him a lifetime in thank you very much - but it was brisk and methodical, and within half a minute he had tossed his wet clothes somewhere on the floor, now completely naked and on full display.

"Mm, there. Better?" he murmured, as he leaned back on his elbows on the bed, his legs slightly spread to accommodate his partner as he crooked a finger to beckon him closer, his tail very carefully curled away so there was no accidental knee to the tail bone (because nothing was a bigger mood killer than having the weight of a solidly built Elezen squashing your tail), "Now, c'mere, handsome. Get me in the mood."

[heiresy]

"Yes, ser," because technically, he was a knight. In a few different ways. Aymeric crawled closer, already breathing a bit more deeply. His half-lidded eyes fell over Aza's body.

He met his body with his hands first, slipping them up to Aza's pecs. He pinched at the nipples between moments of firm massage. His head dipped down, taking a nipple into his mouth, all teeth and tongue. He peered up at Aza for the second time that afternoon to watch his reaction as his hand slowly moved down his body, settling on his hip.

He couldn't help but want to worship at Aza's body, the very temple of his bravery and sacrifice. HIs lips moved up to Aza's collarbone, leaving wet, biting kisses in his wake. By the time he was up to Aza's jaw, he himself was panting, his body growing hotter with arousal.

"Do you require more convincing, my lord?" Ah, Aymeric was putting on a bit of roleplay now, wasn't he?

[steppechild]

The noise Aza made was borderline obscene when Aymeric descended on him with too clever fingers and a too hot mouth, making him tremble right down to the tip of his tail as his pulse stirred, hot and fast. He clenched his thighs hard against Aymeric's sides when he felt that calloused palm against the curve of his hip, his jaw tilting up as his partner's panting breaths tickled his throat and had him whining, softly, sweetly, right in the back of his throat for more. Amazing. A few touches and he was just as taut and eager as he was in the baths, aching for...

"A-A little more," Aza managed to force out semi-coherently, lifting a hand to curl his fingers into Aymeric's hair just as he turned his head so their noses bumped, briefly, before he dipped enough to press a half-blind, very desperate kiss to the corner of his partner's mouth, murmuring; "I want- more, o-of, of you, handsome, your mouth, your hands. I wanna feel you- fuck, just fucking- hump me or something...!"

It'd been too long, he realised then. The last time they had been together like this, it had been far too long. Aza almost felt embarrassed at how eager he was being, clinging Aymeric tight to him, almost trembling, so very hard from such little touches... but he didn't shy away. He really did want more, he thought dazedly, his pupils blown from sheer arousal, his eyes dark from beneath his thick eyelashes. He wanted Aymeric's too clever hands and too hot mouth to completely undo him until he was a panting, whimpering mess, he wanted to make Aymeric a panting, whimpering mess, he wanted both of them rutting and arching against each other within the next minute, or so help him he was gonna get Frustrated.