aymeric de borel (
peacetalks) wrote2023-04-07 05:02 pm
[reverie - visiting ishgard]


[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.]

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You never have...
[moon tenses at the first rise before letting out a shuddering breath and pressing his hand against aymeric's abdomen. another wraps around his cock, stroking it to match his rhythm. moon croons deeply, singing a few low words. he doesn't translate them, but their admiring tone is clear.]
I wish I had a mirror, my love, that you could see how— beautifully— you embrace me...
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Then--then you will... simply...! Have to, ah, watch closely... oh, gods, 'tis so much.
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[moon takes another deep breath, letting it out slowly into a long, soft growl. his touches are careful and deliberate, trying so hard to keep himself under control, to keep himself still for aymeric. the heat, the closeness, every time the flared edge of a ridge catches... every sensation is doubled.]
You— will tell me if it is too much...?
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Aye... 'tis good, like this. Feeling so full of you. 'Tis wonderful.
[he lets out a long exhale and slides down to the base of moon's cocks, groaning as he does so, his thighs shaking]
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[moon's fingers slip from aymeric's face, skimming down his neck and chest as moon lays back against the bed. with his mate now safely seated, he rolls his hips, his quiet growling fading into a deep, pleasurable sigh. he rubs aymeric's thighs, soothing]
I am... touched, honored even, that of the traits you might have inherited it is this. No horns or wings, but something so intimate and enjoyable.
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And I am... so very fortunate... to share it with you.
[he encourages moon's pace, meeting him with every roll of his hips, unhurried despite how good it feels]
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Can you bend down a little more...?
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[he spreads his knees a tad wider so that he can lean down, close enough to brush his lips against moon's]
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Just so.
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Mmm... oh, Moon... my lovely Moon... you feel so... ah...
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I am... all for you, my lover, my love...
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So... so good, I...
[he shudders hard, ducking his head to catch his breath, plainly trying to make himself last, but he's starting to unravel]
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Nearly now...
[he bends his knees, bracing himself to move, and offers his hands to aymeric to sit him up again]
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Please...
[takes one of moon's fingers into his mouth to suck on, moaning]
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—yes. Oh, treasure.
[he groans and takes aymeric's cock in hand again, stroking the underside of it with his thumb as he presses it against aymeric's belly. he would take it into his mouth if he could, greedy with want even as he arches his back and thrusts deeply, finally breaking their restful pace]
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Mmh--! Mmm, nnn--
[his cock is red at the tip and achingly hard, freely leaking precome into moon's grip]
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[moon watches the precome dribble between his claws and shudders, once and then again in a spasm of shivers. his eyes are watering when he lifts his gaze back to aymeric's face and rolls his hips to try for another angle, trying in vain to favor one cock over the other, but the attempt to endure only makes him gasp, chest heaving.]
I cannot last—
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Then--then do not try, for I cannot last either... oh, oh, oh Moon--
[he takes moon's fingers back into his mouth with a whimper, and with a rolling shudder that makes his toes curl, he crests and spills himself into moon's hands]
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[he begs, stroking aymeric blindly and pressing his fingers deeper into the soft heat of aymeric's mouth. his other limbs can only cling, his coordination lost with his senses as he gasps and arches off the bed, head is thrown back to bare his neck and the mark aymeric left there. he sings out once— twice— his twin climaxes coming almost simultaneously]
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Look at you... how exquisite you are...
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...'tis... your own doing...
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[he rubs his thumb over moon's cheek, and lets out a long, satisfied sigh]
Gods, that was... wonderful.
[chuckles, breathlessly]
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[winds his arms around aymeric and chirps, begging sweetly. kiss? kiss? kiss?]
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[he smiles and leans down, then lets out a short exhaled "ah" when he feels moon's cocks begin to slip out of him, feel his come start to leak out. it doesn't deter him for long, however, sliding his arms underneath moon's shoulders and kissing him sweetly, languidly]
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But if I beg, then I have the pleasure of your answering.
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