It's like christmas in july except just it's cold and everyone is stressed and there are no presents

[heiresy]

Who: [OPEN] Aymeric and you!
What: Catch-all for non-participants and early losers in the fuckening, but everyone is welcome! Come gloat if you like.
When: All day.
Where: In the guard barracks, outside the castle, Yenh's hut, the inn.
Warnings: Will update as needed!



I. In and Around the Castle
[For the entirely-too-manyth in a row now the weather has been getting unrelentingly colder. So much so that he could barely think as he did his duties. It would do no good to lose his work or the possible trust he had earned with his diligence over this, but the temptation to abandon his post became increasingly difficult. During breakfast, if you are a fellow guard, Aymeric will be trying to get your attention. Maybe there is something they can do about their uniforms...? If you are not a guard, he will try to catch your attention anyway. He has requests to make in his miserable state.]

II. The Village
[Once his terrible, miserable shift is over he will run around the village with increasingly conspicuous supplies. First a couple blankets, then some buckets, and eventually he will be rolling a wooden bath down a road. He comes to Yenh's shack and knocks on the door with his arms very much full.]

III. The Inn
[Much later now, he finds himself at his familiar watering hole. Sure, it cost a lot more than drinking with the other guards in the castle, but the illusion of getting out of the Mistress' reach was well worth it. Here you will see him finally changed out of his guard uniform, but back in the clothing he arrived in. Terribly ironic that he was able to acquire some new clothes the very week it was too cold to wear any of them. He's back to looking very over-dressed and out of place. If you sit near him, he will offer you a drink and a warm, weary smile.]

Comments

[takenblack]

[Erring on the side of being professional, Yenh opts not to speak. Better to let him enjoy it—this is a man who clearly needs this small piece of relief, and to comment on him (much less his moaning) might scare him off of wanting more. He will definitely need it, too, even if she works him over until her arms give out.]

[Once his muscles are warmed up, she hones in on extra tense and stubborn points, leaning into them for some deep tissue release. She whispers for him to take deep breaths, and glances up at Aymeric in that pause.]

[The point of this isn't to put on a show, but she suspects it is one for him, anyway. Her expression as she looks at the Lord Commander is completely, tellingly neutral.]

[heiresy]

[Aymeric hasn't taken his eyes off her hands since she started, but the feeling of being watched pings his attention. He locks eyes with her, pressing his hand to his mouth. He notes that Estinien doesn't reply, but lets out just... Just. Does he make that sound during sex, too?

His expression is one of clear suffering. He's forced to shift his legs for comfort, but rearranges them to try to continue to conceal his erection. It's not working. He takes another swig of booze, then puts it down as his world begins to swim. He places a hand over himself to cover his obvious hard-on, though it only calls attention to his problem. His voice comes quietly]

...I would say that he's enjoying himself, then.

[dravanicide]

[The erection is ruining the enjoyment of this, and Estinien, try as he might, cannot seem to stop thinking about it. He suffers for a few minutes longer, trying to focus on how Yenh's hands work deep into his muscles, alleviating knots and tense points—he did not expect her hands to be so strong. However, no matter how deft or strong those hands are, the discomfort of his dick pressing firmly into the floor beneath him is far more distracting, and so he finally speaks.]

Enough.

[However, he doesn't seem to be getting up, despite his claim. WHATEVER COULD BE THE REASON?]

[takenblack]

[She smooths her hands over just once more as a relaxing gesture, and then sits back. Hmmm. HMMMM. But to give him a sense of dignity and to keep things from being too embarrassing, she grabs the blanket and tosses it over him.]

[Now there are two handsome nude men with erections in her shitty little shack, and she isn't allowed to do a damned thing about it. Nor will they. She is reminded once again that life can be so bitterly cruel.]

[Yenh pretends she isn't herself suffering from some arousal, glad she has no dick to betray her in such a way.]

For now. But I insist that I do this for you again another time, Estinien—you've years upon years of tension that cry for undoing. [Some places more urgently than others.]