The time has come

[dravanicide]

Who: Estinien, Aymeric, and YOU!
What: Partially open; Estinien is around town as a half dragon, then he seeks Aymeric for the cure.
Where: Around town for the open part, the guard barracks for the closed part.
When: Evening
Warnings: Probably sex. Also, Estinien is half dragon??



Open to all:

[Estinien had originally hoped that the threat of slowly turning into Nidhogg was naught more than the bluffing of a deranged woman who could not handle his defiance. For the first couple days, it seemed to be the truth--but it took less than a quarter moon for the first signs to appear.

Try as he may to reverse the effects--avoiding the solution the Mistress offered him--he met naught but failure, despite what promises the town's alchemist gave him. Failure that has lead the dragoon to acquiring not only a tail and wings, but scales slowly consuming the expanse of his body, some adorning his chin and cheeks as if he were an Au Ra, and not an elezen.

Claws for hands and feet, he found himself budding four horns that protruded from his face in a manner not unlike a cone of shame. He could be seen around town, avoiding people as much as possible, zipping around corners to try and lose any who might attempt to tail him.

He's quite the sight to say the least, even more so when he attempts to leap away at the first sight of someone approaching him from the front--his horrid appearance was not one he wished to bear to any, and if he could avoid the attention, doubtlessly he would.

Jumping is something he is highly familiar with--after all, dragoons use jumping to dispatch dragons of their lives, it's their bread and butter in terms of fighting. What he isn't familiar with is how the wings offer a considerate amount of drag, and thus throw off the trajectory of his jump. Atop the roof he aims, but right into the second story window he lands.

Face first, and through the glass. A sorry display if there ever was one.]

Closed to Aymeric:

[After his humiliating run in with those around town, he's decided to give in ere he becomes Nidhogg himself. Slinking around the barracks as he can, avoiding what guards might be around, he finds Aymeric as quickly as he's able.

A feat that might have been easier through the journal, but he cannot entertain the idea of writing with these hands. He hopes Aymeric will aid him--he cannot begrudge him if he wouldn't. Not many Ishgardians would wish to bed a half dragon, after all.]

Aymeric. 'Twould seem the Mistress' word is far more good than I had hoped. I fear I need your assistance if I am to shed this horrid display.

[Help him Aymeric, he done cosplaying Nidhogg...]

Comments

[heiresy]

What, then? Have you any ideas to remedy this?

[And Estinien so kindly puts his dragon claw in his face while he's trying to doing something here. It earns Estinien an irate look. He stands, taking the bottle with him. He takes another long swig, noticing that the bottle was near a third of the way empty now. He drops his weight onto the bed next to Estinien.]

We could engage in a bit of foreplay, see if that heats your blood any.

[He places a hand on Estinien's scaly thigh. He would have tried to go in for a kiss, but those damned horns...They're blocking a clear path to it.]

[dravanicide]

[Please do not skewer yourself on the horns, Aymeric, kissing Estinien is not worth it.

The look goes ignored, seeing as Estinien is likewise annoyed with this whole thing. Sure, Aymeric is helping him, but his uncouth ways about things isn't going to change even if he's grateful for it.]

Foreplay, hm?

[Sounds like a waste of time, but fine. Whatever gets this going, Estinien can't completely complain. He looks to the hand on his thigh, then to Aymeric, quirking a brow.]

Is that supposed to do something?

[he's of no help at all.]

[heiresy]

[He bites off his annoyed breath.]

If you would be patient, it will. [He takes a hand to Estinien's shoulder, pushing him onto his back. He straddles his hips, careful not to pinch wings or a tail. He's quietly pissed that his normally very arousing hand-on-thigh was met with just... nothing]

I know it's difficult, but you have to try to relax a bit.

[As he avoids touching a horn to touch his jaw - he doesn't want to remind Estinien of them too much - He closes the space, pressing his lips against Estinien's, just hoping he wouldn't be met with bloodied lips.]

[dravanicide]

[Estinien allows Aymeric to guide him, letting out a huff at being called out on his impatience. Relaxing is out of the question, and for Aymeric to suggest as such was laughably absurd. There isn't a single thing about his situation that could allow for relaxing, and to think otherwise is folly.

However, he lays on his back, wings and tail adjusting so, and he holds still as Aymeric descends upon his lips. As much as he might not wish to remind Estinien of the horns, it's hard to not see the bone-like structures out of the edge of his vision.

Lips meet his, and he freezes for a moment. Not being such a virgin that kissing is a complete mystery, he eventually kisses back with the grace of an inexperienced lad. He seems hesitant, whether from inexperience, or lack of desire—which it is is hard to tell—but he does not push Aymeric away. Clawed hands grab at his back and sides, as he clumsily attempts to smooth them over his body.

It's none too surprising if a claw catched on Aymeric, they are rather sharp, and Estinien is a bit more distracted with the kiss than anything else.]

[heiresy]

[He bears the pain for the sake of moving this along. It was nothing at all compared to the sources of his other scars. He never thought seducing his best friend would be so irritating and awkward, but here it was. Honestly, he never thought he would get so close or even have the chance to seduce him, and had really hoped it would go differently if he had. ]

[It would really help if Estinien would admit a longing affection for him or a penchant for blue eyes. Anything would help here.]

[His own hands move from his neck to his chest, his hips rolling rhythmically against Estinien's. He parts for breath, looking at Estinien's face. He could barely believe he had just kissed him. This isn't how he thought this would happen at all. Well. He was a man of flexibility, at least. As it was, Estinien's sweet, boyish kisses were melting his heart.]

[He sits up to look at him and to catch his breath. He pulls the laces loose on his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal a bare chest.]

[dravanicide]

[To be frank, the fact Estinien came to Aymeric should be more than enough to show where Aymeric stands with him. Being not quite the sexual creature, his usual techniques are falling flat. However, the heat that begins to flush his cheeks a touch show well the effect of the kiss. He can feel a slight increase in his pulse, as he stares at Aymeric when he sits fully, his hips grinding against his own.

Eyes scan over his shirtless torso, tracing the scars that painted him like a canvas—though their numbers were dwarfed by Estinien's own. There's some raw beauty to it, something that stirs Estinien far more than Aymeric's failed attempt at pleasing him orally couldn't achieve.

Claws settling on Aymeric's hips, Estinien grinds up against Aymeric, hoping the continued motion might further stir this foreign feeling, so that his loins may play their part as well. There is pressure forming down there, a feeling almost uncomfortable, but Estinien has suffered worse for less, and so he's content to continue.]

..'tis passing strange. Never did I imagine the situation where you would straddle me like a chocobo.

[heiresy]

[Ordinarily, he'd be easily fully hard by now with the contact and the promise of lovemaking. Promise is probably too strong of a word here. But.

[The nerves and the pressure had thrown him, but he was still half-hard and making a valiant effort. Spurred on by Estinien's reciprocation, Aymeric braces himself on Estinien's chest, doing his damnedest to keep the pace of the grinding consistent.

[Why was the topic back on god damned chocobos. He would have to fix that.]

I might have imagined it. 'Twas more of a youthful thought, however.