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

[alphinerd]

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.]

Comments

[alphinerd]

[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.

[heiresy]

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.

[alphinerd]

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.

[heiresy]

Aye. My thanks, Alphinaud. [He looks at him with an odd mixture of lust and shame, biting his lip. ]

I think I shall leave you with the wine.

[he glances up at him, his willpower taking a hit. ] And I must take my leave now. Good evening, Alphinaud. [ He makes a hasty retreat, even leaving his satchel.]