[reverie - visiting ishgard]

[peacetalks]

[welcome to the holy see of ishgard.

if you've been invited by aymeric or estinien for a visit, you've probably been warned about the weather, and how the entire country is in a state of permanent winter. there's a light flurry of snow covering everything, and people walk about in heavy furs along the cobblestone streets, breath fogging in the air. people hover by fires for warmth as covered carriages move about the city. statues of fierce-looking warriors stand in the middle of plazas as workers, knights, and nobility mill about in their day-to-day business. one can see the towering spires of a cathedral further in, and behold the vast snow-covered landscape that surrounds the city itself, which is perched on the top of a mountain.

it's bitterly cold here, but people seem genial enough. most folks walking around are tall, lanky, elf-looking types, aka elezen, but there are a fair number of "human"-looking people (aka hyur) as well. and once in a while, you might even see a dragon or two.

if you were officially invited, you may have a letter of invite signed by the lord commander in your possession, which will get you just about anywhere. if you've been to eorzea before, you might find yourself arriving via teleportation magics, which will land you in the aetheryte plaza. perhaps you're arriving by airship. or perhaps you're standing at the gates of the city.]

Comments

[eggstinction]

[moon's own robe is hurriedly shrugged off his shoulders and left to crumple around his waist as he pulls aymeric against his chest. he groans, practically basking in the heat of aymeric's skin on his, it's warmer than the fireplace or any robe, it's searing. his hands roam across aymeric's bared back, seeking out the places where his scales, wings, and tail once were.]

[peacetalks]

[when moon's hands touch where aymeric's former draconic appendages were, his reaction is immediate. unable to stifle a moan into moon's mouth, he arches his spine and unwittingly grinds his hips against moon's thigh, a hot shiver coiling down to the base of his spine]

--oh, hells. Do that again. Please.

[eggstinction]

This?

[moon growls softly, enticed by aymeric's reaction, and strokes over those sensitive spots. he especially presses firmly over the root of ayemeric's tail, pressuring him to grind against moon again]

[peacetalks]

[aymeric gasps and does, eyelids fluttering and jaw dropping open from the rush that sends through him, hips rolling forward. he's straining obviously in his trousers, red from the tips of his ears down to his chest]

Yes. Oh, yes...

[he's growing rapidly undone just by that, disheveled and flushed and panting, his hands stroking up and down moon's chest and shoulders without a pattern or rhythm, just wanting to touch]

[eggstinction]

I was supposed to be looking for something...

[but he doesn't stop touching, doesn't even spare one of his many hands for the pressure building under his own scales. dulled claws scrape across aymeric's back to echo the nip of fangs along his jaw, a tail slithers across his chest again, a thigh rocks between his legs, and gentle hands stroke his hair, his ears, and his vanished horns.]

Take your pleasure, lover, and I will give you more than my touch.

[peacetalks]

[aymeric fumbles for one of moon's hands and brings it to his cheek, feverishly kissing his palm while he writhes in moon's lap. all the touches are quickly overwhelming him, but in a way that's utterly addicting. he reaches down to quickly undo the laces at his trousers and tug them down just enough to relieve the pressure on his cock]

Please... give me everything. I care not if it sounds selfish of me... I want all of you.

[eggstinction]

[moon lets out a shaky sound, fingers brushing against aymeric's cheek. his other hands fumble, their coordinated torment briefly broken by the hungry urge to reach into aymeric's trousers. which hand? that hand? this one!]

There is— no selfishness between us. You'll have me.

[peacetalks]

[aymeric takes the opportunity to reach down between moon's legs and press against the seams where flesh meets carapace]

Oh, Moon, my beautiful Moon... pray let me see you.

[eggstinction]

Yes, yes of course.

[now it's moon's turn to rock forward and moan. the seams are flushed with heat already, and it only takes light pressure from aymeric's fingers for the protective scales to click open and let his cocks spring free]

[peacetalks]

[he's quick to stroke his fingers along the length of each cock reverently, his other hand joining him in touching]

Better?

[eggstinction]

[his answer is just a loud and drawn out rumble, SOOoooo much better]

[peacetalks]

[laughs, low and throaty and pleased, as he leans down to kiss along moon's ear, nipping it gently, his hands not stopping their gentle strokes and teasing touches]

Moon, I want to feel you inside me. I want to take you to bed and ride you. Will you grant me that honor?

[eggstinction]

[another rumble and a soft, laughing trill as moon turns his head to try and catch aymeric's lips. with one easy movement moon is up off the couch and carrying aymeric towards the stairs]

Which way to your room, beloved?

[peacetalks]

Oh--!

[aymeric fumbles at first, but quickly readjusts, holding onto moon with his legs hooked around his waist. he points behind him towards a staircase]

Upstairs, last room on the right.

[aymeric's room is large and well-kept, with virtually everything decorated in shades of royal blue and gold. he has a large four-poster bed with a canopy, a fireplace, a settee, an armor stand, and a writing desk. everything looks clean except for the desk, which is very cluttered with parchment and quills. there is a large double window that leads to a balcony with a nice view of the city, and a side door that presumably leads to a washroom. it's luxurious without being too ostentatious--more cozy than grandiose.

one of the pillows on the bed has a perfectly round indentation in it that is also covered in cat hair.]

[eggstinction]

[that pillow is getting removed and tossed onto the settee. sorry ser claudien, but this bed is needed for other things.

moon sets aymeric down on the edge of the bed and kneels before him to remove the rest of his clothes, tossing them aside along with moon's robes.]

So we come to your nest.

[peacetalks]

Aye, so we do. I pray you find it as warm and welcoming as I've felt in yours.

[he lifts his knees to help with the disrobing, and then tries to coax moon back into his arms]

[eggstinction]

[croons, happily joining aymeric on the bed]

I do. This room suits you. I feel your presence in it.

[peacetalks]

[winds his arms around moon, hands sliding up and down his back, just to feel him close]

I suppose it must... I grew up here.

[he nods his head towards the balcony]

Estinien used to sneak in through the window. I still keep the latch undone sometimes.

[eggstinction]

I cannot believe that he would not still climb through a window.

[peacetalks]

I insist he use the front door now, and he listens to me... sometimes.

[grins, helplessly fond]

[eggstinction]

Sometimes.

[trills and nuzzles aymeric's cheek]

How nice though, to come and slip directly into your bed.

[peacetalks]

[hums low, practically purring, and winds his legs around moon to pull him close, breath hitching when his cock brushes moon's thigh]

I would fain invite you to do the same. There shall always be room for you.

[eggstinction]

You honor me.

[lifts his leg to brush against it again, before reaching down and nestle aymeric's cock against his own]

I have you naked in my arms, treasure, but I still have not found the gift your possession left you.

[peacetalks]

[his eyelids flutter for a moment, and then he nods towards a bedside table]

There should be a vial of oil in there. Pray fetch it for me?

[in the meantime, aymeric will run his fingertips along moon's cocks idly]

[eggstinction]

If you do not make me gasp and drop it.

[but he fetches it, only distracted a LITTLE by the way his cocks' ridges flare against aymeric's fingers]