[CLOSED] Just a good honest sex log

[heiresy]

Who: Aymeric, Estinien, and Alphinaud
What: Alphinaud's curiosity gets the best of him.
When: Midday
Where: Yenh's Cottage
Warnings: There's boning, and Alphnaud is the unwitting voyeur.



[It was timed near-perfectly. Yenh left her little seduction shack to do her apprenticeship, and Aymeric wasn't overly quiet when he told Estinien that they would need to go to the shack to "take care of his problem". Roughly an hour later, Aymeric had let the two of them into the shack. He stood, leaning against the table, looking Estinien over.]

Mine apologies that we can't be in the usual comfort of the inn, 'tis just that I have the mind to start saving for a cottage of mine own. I hope it will make this sort of... venture... more comfortable. I have missed having some honest privacy.

[He was dressed in his usual fashion while he wasn't working. Tunic, tights, boots. He liked to think he blended in well, aside from being roughly a foot taller than most other people living there.]

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[alphinerd]

[The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and the mattress straining with the effort above his head had Alphinaud in a very difficult and very awful place, indeed. He hadn't come here to be audience to something so private and personal as this, and yet he found himself suddenly the unwitting voyeur.

Worst of all, his body - being full of teenage hormones - was responding in a very pleased manner, and he quickly found it hard to muffle his own breathing as his body began to rebel to the confines of his chastity belt.

He allowed himself a soft grunt of irritation, and his hands swiftly moved to locate the key for it. But no sooner did he have the key in hand that Aymeric's voice was crying out, startling him into stillness as a spatter of blood hit the floor. Alphinaud’s eyes widened, breath hitching in his throat. What in the seven hells was going on...? If he weren't afraid of being caught, he very well may have peeked out from under the edge of the bed, but terror held him in his place.]

[dravanicide]

[Aymeric's voice guides him back to the situation he's in, enough that his grip lessens so that he may relocate it elsewhere.]

Mine—Hhhff— apologies...

[He grunts it out as he never quite slows his pace, feeling himself drawing ever closer to his orgasm. Leaning over, he presses himself firmly down onto Aymeric's back, his sweat glistened chest resting against the bunched tunic below him as it affords him a new angle.

In time, his thrusts become more shallow and frantic, so too do his breaths. The welling of pressure in his lower abdomen, paired with the undeniable pleasures of pounding Aymeric's ass was pushing him—and fortunately for them both, this was the one field where Estinien lacked stamina.

Though, unfortunately for Alphinad, he's not quite there yet, because that would be too kind to poor Alphinaud below them.]

[heiresy]

'Tis alright, my friend. [The feeling of his body against him and his cock thrusting shallowly against him revitalized his cock somewhat. It twitched between his legs as he let out a low moan. His voice was hushed and breathy as he spoke.]

Go on, come inside me, Estinien. Please. I want it. [He reaches back, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling to egg him on.]

[Blood continues to drip from his wounds. Estinien's claws were terribly sharp and the cuts were so clean. He would have plenty of time to stop the bleeding in a moment. Estinien's jerking of his hips caused more blood to fall on the floor in little pitter-patters. Yenh's poor bedding also took some of the blood as well.]

[alphinerd]

[The near constant patter of blood on the floor is worrying, enough that Alphinaud is very, very tempted to look despite all possible negative consequences. But Aymeric's pleas stop his breathing for a moment, heart skipping a beat. Gods, it's like hearing a reading of one of his novels. Even though it's two of his friends instead of fictional characters, and is therefore slightly awkward on that note.

It doesn't stop his chastity belt from suddenly being very uncomfortably tight on him, though. And while he has mixed feelings on relieving his own tensions when it's friends, of all things... Where did that blasted key go...?]

[dravanicide]

[The invitation is pretty much all he needs at this juncture, and with a few more desperate thrusts he gives Aymeric exactly what he asks for. As the pressure comes to head (heh), he gives one solid deep inward thrust, pressing his hips to Aymeric's ass as he pours inside of him. He does not hold still during his orgasm though, and while letting out a guttural moan, he shallowly and quickly pumps into Aymeric.

After a few finishing thrusts, Estinien allows his weight to fall entirely on Aymeric as he huskily catches his breath. There's more at work than just his sexual exhaustion, however, his transformation is receding as well. Going to and fro with the curse is tiring as it is inconvenient, and so it takes him a couple minutes to compose himself, let alone lift himself off of Aymeric.]

[heiresy]

[Aymeric steadies his breathing. He's nowhere close to getting off, but happily meets Estinien in his orgasm. He allows him to finish, then grunts, falling over onto the bed to take some of Estinien's weight. He pulls off of Estinien and grabs a wad of the sheets to stop the bleeding on his hip.]

[He inhales sharply from the pain. It seems his entire ass and hip area has been cut up.]

I'm tying your hands behind your back next time. Would you look at the injury? Tell me if I need to go to the infirmary.

[dravanicide]

[With an acknowledging grunt, Estinien lifts himself off of Aymeric (and subsequently out of him) to look over the damage he had done. It was... not horrific, but not exactly something easily ignored. Particularly with that amount of blood—not life threatening, of course, but certainly something worth a couple stitches.]

If you think ropes can hold me, you are welcome to try.

[A pointed jest as he assesses the wound.]

Frivolity aside... A trip to the infirmary would not go amiss.

[heiresy]

The idea is to just remind you not to cut me with your claws. 'Tis not a contest of your strength against your bonds.

[His joke falls a little flat. Aymeric has been unatended to in every way, and finds himself a bit lacking in humor. Aymeric groans.]

Didn't you learn how to do field stitches? Surely Yenh has a needle and thread around here, somewhere.

[Not that it was probably clean or sharp enough for that. In spite of everything, he was still a little hard. Even while trying to get his cuts to clot properly. Maybe he really did need the stitches.]

[alphinerd]

[Now that the noise is all over, Alphinaud lets out a quiet breath through his nose. Right as he'd found the key, too. But he doesn't need it now that things are not so... intense. He doesn't have to do anything about this, he can simply wait until they leave, and slip out entirely unnoticed without resorting to anything awkward.

Or he could, if the key wasn't currently slipping from his fingers and clattering to the floor.]

[dravanicide]

Aye. If she has the tools, I could certainly—

[He stops mid sentence as he hears the clattering beneath the bed. It's a relatively small key, but his elezen ears do not fail him. His earlier suspicions come to life, and he stares at the bed.]

Off the bed Aymeric.

[It's a short, pointed command. He will find who's been spying on them, and make them pay for their transgression!]

[heiresy]

[Aymeric hears it, too, and complies with a swiftness. Aymeric's boots hit the floor. He has mind enough to pull up his pants before Estinien unleashes his rancor upon the peeping tom.]

[In his state, he is more than willing for Estinien to do the majority of the threats. He is well surprised, however. Mostly that this hasn't been an issue before.]

Show yourself! [His voice booms with its commanding tones in the small room.]

[alphinerd]

[The tone in both Estinien and Aymeric's voices sends his fight or flight response surging, and Alphinaud lets out a quiet shriek.]

I-it's me, it's me!

[But he doesn't move. He doesn't want to move. Not when the Mistress has him in clothes that reveal more than they cover, and not when he's experiencing a problem.]

[dravanicide]

[The moment he hears Alphinaud's voice his anger subsides. Instead, it's replaced with confusion and surprise. His eyes remain leveled at the bed, Alphinaud's reply certainly cementing that that's where he is currently located.

Wordlessly, he grabs the bed and lifts it, revealing to both men that it is indeed the young scholar. Estinien's face is still as stone as he looks on at the boy—as if he isn't completely naked, and his dick isn't slick from sex.]

Come out, boy.

[There's little point for him to remain under there, even if in the further reaches of Estinien's own mind he wishes to climb under there himself. This is worse than getting caught with your pants around your ankles, especially when the pants are in the other room, and the one who caught you played witness to the whole thing...]

[heiresy]

[Aymeric sighs, sweeping glass away with his boot. The last several minutes played in his head, augmented by the knowledge that they had an audience. How... embarassing. He glances at Estinien in all of his nude glory, then back to Alphinaud who was dressed so cruelly in his skimpy clothes.]

[He crosses his arms, looking around on the floor. It was just... a mess. And he was still bleeding anyway. ]

I suppose you were right, Estinien. You really did hear someone. [He offers Alphinaud his hand to take, that he might step over the mess with more ease]

[alphinerd]

[As the bed lifts, Alphinaud reflexively curls in on himself in an attempt to mask the issue currently straining against his chastity belt. It's uncomfortable in more ways than one, but at least Estinien's tone is a bit different.

Wordlessly, he takes Aymeric's hand and is careful not to step on any broken glass. But once he's back in sorts, he crosses his arms over his bare stomach and looks away at the door, ears burning in shame.]

I-I apologize, I did not mean-- It was not mine intention to listen in on something such as this. I only panicked when I heard someone come into the house, so I...

[crimsonlight]

[ And Alphinaud may see the front door open, with a figure silhouetted against the noonday light. No, two. A sheep blaps. ]

[ A combination of factors lead Yenh to conclude her house was occupied, not the least of which were the sound of voices and the smell of blood filling the tiny cottage. Yenh strides the few steps to corner the culprits, not letting go of the lead wrapped around a sheep’s neck. It only follows because she has food in a pouch on her belt. It tries to help itself. She absently pushes its nose away as she absorbs more and more of the scene. ]

[ Aymeric, wounded. Estinien, nude. Alphinaud, assuming a position to hide his boner. Lube and blood and oil and broken glass. ]

[dravanicide]

[Yenh has impeccable timing, truly. Just as Estinien goes to gently place the bed down, she comes in and distracts him.

Thus he drops it, entirely.

Good thing Alphinaud had gotten out from under it in time.

He stands, frozen, staring at Yenh, no less nude than before, no less inspired to cover himself--what would the point of it be, anyways? All present has seen him naked now.]

Yenh.

[He says it almost like a casual greeting or acknowledgment. As if she hadn't just walked in on one of the most bizarre things she could have, besides how else can you save face other than just acting like this foolishness isn't currently happening?

Exactly.]

[heiresy]

[Aymeric is already pressing his face into his hand. He can feel a headache welling up alongside the literal pain in his ass.]

Pardon our intrusion. If you will take a seat in the front room, I'll make you a cup of tea whilst we clean. Also, do you have a needle and thread?

[In an effort to seem casual, he had taken his hand off his wound. Along with the quick movement and the rush of adrenaline, blood is now exiting his wound more vigorously. He notices this and claps his hand firmly over the wound again pretty uselessly.]

[alphinerd]

Y-Yenh...!

[Now caught by not one, not two, but three people doing what he wasn't supposed to do, Alphinaud feels an even hotter flush of shame rise up his neck and to his cheeks. More than that, he is suddenly very aware of the discomfort in his shorts, and he moves his hands to cover any unfortunate bulges.

And then he notices Aymeric's wound, the flush making way for a mild look of horror. Estinien's claws had done that?]

A-ah, let me heal that for you...

[crimsonlight]

[ Well. ]

[ Well, at least this explained a few things about objects moving and what she had feared was a drinking problem of her own, given liquor would disappear and reappear without explanation. The Warrior of Light bursts out laughing, startling her wooly companion enough that it tries to run back out the door. She holds onto its lead, giving Aymeric’s wound a look as she shakes her head to banish her amusement. ]

Gods, I’ve full rights to give you all an earload, but I shall decline. The needle and thread are in the kitchen cupboard in a broken cup behind the painted brick. [ It is a brick someone painted, yes. ]

[ Instead of taking Aymeric’s invitation, she looks at Alphinaud, not entirely sure what to make of his presence, except to assume this was instructional. ] Estinien has many virtues and wondrous talents, but I must beg you not to take cues from him in the arena of the bedroom.

[dravanicide]

[WAY TO THROW HIM UNDER THE CHOCOBO, YENH...

Estinien ignores Yenh's otherwise scathing remark to someone who might care about such trivialities, and silently makes his way to where the needle and thread should be. Seeing to Aymeric's wound is way more of an appealing task, than to carry on with this conversation or situation.

The sooner they can all forget about this embarrassing farce, the better. The only further acknowledgement he offers to any of them is to Aymeric, where he waves him on to follow. Leaving behind The Mess, as well as the shattered glass, oil, and blood for Yenh to deal with.]

[heiresy]

Estinien is a perfectly competent lover! He merely made a slip of the claw. But... Thank you, for your understanding. We needed someplace private– And freely available. I've been trying to save up my coin for a similar sort of home. [For all his composure, he was noble blooded, and could not hide the disdain in his voice calling such a shanty shack a home]

Alphinaud, you've your healing magicks in this place? [ That sounded infinitely better than a needle, not that he hasn't had to receive field stitches in the past. So, it was nothing new.]

[alphinerd]

I-I am most certainly not taking cues--

[The sputter is loud and less indignant than he'd hoped it would be, but it makes him lift a hand to rub his face all the same. He's going to die from blushing, at this rate.

Aymeric's question draws him from his embarrassment, and he very nearly answers with an automatic 'yes'... until he remembers where he is, and presses his lips together tightly.] I... N-no, I do not. I'd forgotten.

[crimsonlight]

[ Yenh raises her eyebrows at Alphinaud’s declaration, leaving aside that he’d forgotten that their magicks had been sealed. She understood; even now, she found herself occasionally trying to set things on fire or use cures of her own. ]

There’s no call to be ashamed, Alphinaud. I merely think taking cues from Aymeric would be the wiser course.

[ And to Aymeric, she manages not to wink. It’s a tough effort but she manages to put enough of her hero persona on to cover the Intense Innuendo that she is shouting in her head and heart. It helps that there are far more proper topics to resort to. ... kind of.]

Spare your coin; this place suffices well enough. I can be asked to leave as necessary.