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“I’ve dreamed of this so many times.” Aymeric muttered between kisses, his voice slightly slurred from the cheap ale clinging to both their senses. His arms wrapped securely around Estinien's neck to steady himself while he squirmed in the dragoon's lap.
"Killing a dragon or swiving a fellow knight in a dark corner of the Forgotten Knight?" Estinien shot back even as his own hands drifted downwards, shamelessly grabbing Aymeric's ass while catching his bottom lip between sharp teeth.
"Both? Am I allowed to say both?" He answered quickly, rolling his hips back on the dragoon's calloused hands.
Vaguely Estinien was aware of the eyes on them, a mix of disdain and embarrassment at such a public display.
To hells with all of them.
He could still feel the heat of dragon fire against his skin, the last twitches of life and spurts of blood as the wyrm died by his hand.
By their hands.
His and the pretty knight whose name he'd burned into his memory along with the kill. Who was straddling his lap and grinding their bodies together as they shared sloppy kisses.
The world was suddenly forced back into clarity as two tankards of ale were slammed onto the table before them with a loud thud. Breaking the kiss with a growl Estinien caught Gibrillont standing before them, his face twisted in equal parts annoyance and exhaustion– a key clutched tightly in his fist. "You boys have been through plenty tonight and I can sympathize with that. But I ain't about to have the Inquisition knocking down my door because two kids couldn't keep their hands off each other in polite company." With a resigned sigh the older Elezen tossed the key onto their table, the small bit of metal tinkling against wood before coming to rest against the tankards. "Room five. Now get out of my common room before I'm forced to call on Alberic to drag you out himself, Estinien." The barkeep finished with a wave of his hand, walking back to his place behind the bar without another word.
With more speed and grace then someone several cups in should be capable of Aymeric sprung up from his seat. Swigging down a long portion of ale from his new tankard as he walked towards the hall– room key spinning on an elegant finger.
Estinien's chair screeched loudly against the floorboards as he rushed to follow his new companion.
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"Have you ever done this before?" Aymeric asked gently, the bed creaking beneath them as he crawled back into Estinien's lap. His pale skin seemingly glowing the moonlight as he settled, Estinien's half hard cock pressing hotly against his soft ass now that they'd stripped free of their knight fatigues.
"Nay," Estinien admitted readily enough, the alcohol helping to ease the way for words he’d normally keep stalwartly hidden. Most other Temple Knights were apprehensive to share a tent with him– let alone a bed, not that Estinien had been practically devastated in either case. Everything else had felt like a distraction, a waste of time that would only dull his lance when he came face to face with a wyrm. Only now–
Now he'd had his first taste of blood, watched the life drain from those cold eyes and found himself with a– friend. A friend who was straddling him as though he were a purebred chocobo while they were both as naked as the day Halone had seen them into this world.
"Have you?" He finally responded, heart skipping a beat when Aymeric's striking blue eyes met his own.
"'Tis a day of firsts for me," he said softly, the flush of alcohol shifting into a proper blush before he leaned down to pull the dragoon in for another deep kiss. Their bodies' need making up for any lack of experience as they groped and touched– hands searching for anything and everything that pulled a pleasurable gasp from the other man. Within time Estinien's hands found their way back to Aymeric's ass, groping and kneading the soft flesh as his cock slipped between his cheeks. Completely hard and twitching as his length was continuously pressed between firm muscles.
For his part Aymeric's hands found a home in groping the other Elezen's chest, squeezing hard pecs as his clever fingers flicked over neglected nipples– forcing confused little groans from the back of Estinien's throat. Aymeric's own cock pressed against his hip like a hot brand, dragging over his skin with every roll of their hips.
"Gods–! Aymeric!" Estinien groaned when their lips broke apart. The slight haze of alcohol quickly burned away as his body screamed at him to spear Aymeric on his lance as he had the dragon. To feel the way Aymeric's body would shudder and shake as he was penetrated– again and again.
Aymeric's hands squeezed harder on his chest, forcing out Estinien's own breathy and needy moans as his hips moved faster. Grinding their bodies together until both their lengths drooled with precum. "Estinien–! By the Fury– please!"
With a single thrust Estinien ground back into Aymeric’s body– nearly knocking his friend off with the force– causing a surprised gasp to fall past his princely lips as he came without warning– coating Estinien's abs in pearly white cum as the dragoon's own cock spilled across his lower back. Estinien shook with pleasure in time with Aymeric's own movements above him, his body hummed with the same high he felt during their earlier kill.
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Perched on the edge of the mattress Estinien watched the gentle rise and fall of Aymeric's chest as he slept peacefully, his beautiful face serene as he curled up on his side, dark black curls spilled out across the pillow in stark contrast with the faded white sheets. Completely at ease around his new friend– his new lover. Cradling his head in his hands Estinien struggled to comprehend the full implication of this bond they'd just formed.