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[CLOSED] A perfectly reasonable way to deal with your problems!

Who: Alphinaud and Aymeric
What: Grabbing a drink and a chat.
When: Sometime during the festival, probably in the early evening because he's not down enough yet for day drinking??
Where: Alphinaud's quarters
Warnings: ~~Just alcohol at the moment.~~ Alcohol led to questionable decisions involving kissing practice.

[Alphinaud was, at least, glad to be - literally - back on his own two feet and able to wear clothes again. The only downside was that, with the refilling of his wardrobe once his punishment was over, there was... nothing that completely covered his body. There were things in there that barely counted as clothing. He'd at least found a few things that he could interchange without exposing too much skin, and it was better than going completely without.

He'd made plans for another get-together with Aymeric that evening, and as he waited for the Lord Commander to show, he tugged semi-irritably at the outfit he'd chosen for the day. The pants were loose and near-sheer, bunching at his ankles and fitting snugly at his hips, but otherwise draping down his legs. The top looped around his neck and covered his chest, but only his chest, leaving his stomach from the bottom of his ribs to the waist of his pants exposed. Thankfully, with the sleeves that accompanied it, the only other part of him that was exposed were his shoulders and a large portion of his back.

It was also red. Red was more Alisaie's color, and he was pretty certain that even she wouldn't wear something like this.]

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[There's more that he can smell than just the scent of wine. Alphinaud deeply through his nose and lets his eyes close.]

Yes.

[Even if the wild fluttering in his stomach is getting stronger.]

Just follow my lead, and I will show you all the techniques I know.

[he closes his eyes, pressing his lips against Alphinaud's. He pulls him up into the kiss, deepening it, using his teeth and tongue in his expert little ways. He pulls back to place little kisses on his jaw, then his neck. He captures Alphinaud's lobe between his teeth gently, administering a little lick. The hand on his shoulder moves to his jaw, and he gives little sucking kisses before recapturing his mouth deeply. After a moment he pulls back to check on him.]

Did you catch that?

[To his credit, he tries his best to keep up with Aymeric's movements. His own are understandably a bit sluggish as he tries to measure what to do to respond, but after a moment he's giving back in earnest. ... until Aymeric's lips leave his, at which point he gasps and squirms, letting out a heavy breath and reflexively lifting his hands to the front of the other Elezen's shirt. He'd anticipated kissing, not... not this.

As Aymeric's lips break from his own for the final time, Alphinaud attempts to chase for an ilm or two before he remembers himself. Clearing his throat, his hands settle rather strategically in his lap.]

I... I believe so.

Good, then show me. You may sit on my lap if you need the advantage in height.

[He sits there, slightly breathless himself, just inches from Alphinaud's face. His eyes are half lidded, his expression loosened with the wine. Aymeric readjusts so that Alphinaud may find a perch on him if need be.]

Ah-- N-no, I should be alright.

[Sitting on Aymeric's lap would be a death sentence for his dignity right now. Instead, he shifts forward, getting to his feet and pressing up on his toes to give the same in return. Teeth, tongue... It's a bit fumbling to start, and only sticking to lips on lips, but Alphinaud is nothing if not a quick learner.]

[Aymeric kisses back like he's parrying, but lets him lead the kiss. He places his hands on Alphinaud's hips to help steady him, scooting forward in his seat and spreading his legs to allow Alphinaud to stand between them.]

[Definitely, definitely better than Estinien. He breaks the kiss slowly after several moments.]

Not bad. Remember to use your hands, however.

[To show, he places a hand in the hair at his nape and draws him in with it.]

Your strategy here involves a lot of bluff, so get the details right. Don't be afraid to kiss my neck.

[Given room to do so, Alphinaud slips into the space between Aymeric's legs, fitting comfortably due to his slight stature. The break gives him a moment to breathe, and he does so gladly.]

Ah, y-yes...

[Drawn in, he continues his assault, lips against lips to start and moving first to the corner of Aymeric's mouth, then down to his jaw and finally to his ear. Here, he breathes softly against the other man's skin, and takes his earlobe between his lips in imitation of what Aymeric had done before.]

[Despite himself, Aymeric gasps.]

Good, good. A quick learner indeed.

[He moves his hands from Alphinaud's hips to his shoulders]

That will be plenty, Alphinaud. I think you have the idea.

[The gasp does not escape his attention, and for a moment, Alphinaud echoes it.]

Y-yes. I. Thank you, for the lesson.

[... but he's wary to move back just yet, so he remains where he stands, hands still on Aymeric's shoulders and realizing that he hadn't actually moved them as instructed.]

You are a fine teacher. It will take me a while to get the hang of it, yet, I think.

Hopefully you have gained some confidence with this. While endearing for a scholar, you must steel your wits against the perverse nature of this place. [He brushes a lock of hair from his forehead.]

You flatter me so. I believe you will make short enough work of it. I was a bit younger than you when I made my first proper forays into the world of adults. I must have been fifteen when I fell into the bedsheets of a young woman with whom I shared a tutor.

I have gained some, I believe. And I'm sure most probably interest themselves in such things at an early age, but I have ever had more on my mind.

[Alphinaud flashes a smile, attempting to take a step back and being very, very glad his hands are still on Aymeric's shoulders as his balance vacates completely, and leaves him seating himself rather awkwardly on Aymeric's thigh.]

Oh--

'Tis good that you have deemed aught else more important. I am only so keenly aware now that those days are behind me that this is true. Well. [Sigh. ] Ordinarily.

[ Aymeric reflexively goes to catch him, scooping him up into a secure position in his arms from off his thigh. ]

A little too much wine, Alphinaud?

[ He had a warm little smile. He didn't want to release him just yet if his gait was unsteady. It would be such an unfortunate way to twist his ankle. ]

[It's an awkward position, but he's in no hurry to leave it. Alphinaud seems startled for a moment, and realizes that his fingers are still wound in fabric.]

I... perhaps, yes. I think that I drank a bit too much in anxiety.

[He's silent for a beat, and then, with little shame:]

Might we be able to practice more?

Anxiety? I hope I don't cause you too much of an upset.

[He considers for a moment. This was venturing somewhere perhaps a bit dangerous. But then again, no one could become a master in minutes.]

Aye. But only kissing and naught else. I brought you a chastity belt, after all. I do not intend to make a mockery of it.

[He lifts Alphinaud easily- as if he weighed nothing, walking him over to the bed.]

Mayhap a surface that you cannot lose your balance... [He gives a coy little smirk as he sets Alphinaud on the bed, following him down.]

Not at all, it's just... these clothes.

[He picks at the tight top rather irritably, frowning at the sheer material. Clothes like these could be dangerous.

Being picked up makes him quickly grab at Aymeric's shirt, but he's soon settled down, though the dizziness remains for a moment.]

Yes. Nothing more than that, of course.

It may be prudent to train your tolerance as well. [He readjusts himself, laying on his back, pulling Alphinaud on top of him. He can't help but look at the aformented clothes.]

Aye, I was similarly humiliated by my uniform. I feel more a member of a guard themed harem than anyone with an onze of authority most days.

[Aymeric's hands find themselves on Alphianud's hips.]

If we have come to an understanding then, you may proceed.

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Perhaps. I am beginning to think that apprentices are no more than pets or trophies...

[Being pulled up on top of Aymeric, though, causes Alphinaud to tense and inhale sharply. Almost instinctively, he lifts his hips away from the warmth of another body - the kissing before hadn't caused much of a problem, but it certainly sparked the stirrings of one.]

Kissing, and naught more.

[He murmurs it more to himself than anything. Immediately he sets to putting knowledge to practice, one hand lifting to cup Aymeric's cheek this time as lips and tongue make an effort to outdo his mentor's.]

[Aymeric easily notes the lift of Alphinaud's hips. It was natural, after all, in this sort of situation.]

[He lays, receptive, his hands moving up and down Alphinaud's back to try to soothe his tensed muscle. He kisses pliantly, allowing Alphinaud to take the lead and attempt to leave him breathless. He wasn't a bad kisser, even with so few lessons, and certainly better than what he was used to as of late. He rolls his hips, unthinkingly.

In a small break of the kiss, he whispers into his ear. ] I won't think ill of you if our activities rouse you. There is no need to pull away from me.

[A lot of what Alphinaud has to go off of are Ishgardian romance novels and his abundance of imagination. The demonstration minutes before had, of course, done much to aid his knowledge, and it's good to know just what he can do in practice rather than in theory.

He only barely catches a sound evoked by Aymeric's rolling hips, but it's the whispered words that get him the worst. Half of a moan slips from his lips as he's kissing along Aymeric's jawline, and very slowly, he lowers his hips back down completely.]

A-apologies...

You have naught to apologize for. [He closes his eyes again, this time leading the kiss with a hand in his hair, the other planted on his hip. He meditated briefly on how small the other truly was. He was comprable to Yenh, in size, though he felt entirely different atop him. He would be lying if he said some part of him wasn't tempted. He pushed that thought far, far down. ]

[His hand brushes against Alphinaud's ass by mistake as he flips him over, landing Alphinaud's shoulders on the bed, pressing his hips in close between his legs. He continues the kissing, locking a hand into Alphinaud's.]

[It's all too easy to let Aymeric take the lead from him, and he gives in with little fight. His hands slide further down, now, taking the front of Aymeric's tunic and clinging as if he were about to fall. Every part of him is screaming to keep control and not let this overwhelm him, but the haze of alcohol is still present, and his judgement a bit loose. It will be a difficult battle won.

Being flipped over isn't something he'd anticipated, and Alphinaud marks the occasion with a sharp hitch of breath. But Aymeric is quickly on top of him, and the weight and the warmth ease his nerves enough that nothing else matters. Aymeric's hips are pressing against him, and he lets out a soft whimper against the other man's mouth as his fingers gently squeeze.]

[He continues his deep, heated kisses, rolling his hips again and again against Alphinaud. He moves down to his neck, starting to get a bit carried away. He peppers his neck with biting and sucking kisses. He feels himself grow stiff, his easy willpower suddenly denting to his surprise. He pulls back entirely, raised above Alphinaud on his hands.]

If we continue, we will be well past simply kissing. [ He sits back, his tights unforgiving in their revealing nature.] Even if I am not to disrobe, we should stop; I'm flirting with breaking mine own principles.

[It's almost startling how easily he's melting beneath Aymeric's ministrations. It's especially bad that each roll of hips is showing him just how affected the other man is, as well, and he can't help but moan quietly in encouragement.

Until Aymeric lifts off of him and sits back, at which point Alphinaud is left breathing heavily and feeling oddly cold with the absence of body heat.]

I... Y-yes, we should... [The straining in his own pants is made quite apparent, and he sits up in an attempt to mask it somehow, but it doesn't make the flush leave his skin.] Mayhap if more lessons are needed, it should not involve alcohol.

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Aye, you've the right of it, I think. 'Twas to safeguard you from embarrassment, yet we are quite past that.

[Aymeric's own face is flushed red. He bites his lip and pulls his legs underneath him to appear more modest.]

I should take my leave of you. 'Twould be wiser. [He stands up away from the bed, head swimming. ] Pray do not tell Estinien about this.

It is quite alright. I think... that we were both a bit, ah. Inebriated. I do not hold you at fault.

[He shifts a bit, uncomfortably, hissing at the pressure. But he stays on the bed while Aymeric moves to take his leave.]

I won't. Not a word. It will be just between we two.

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