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“I have something for you.”
Estinien watched sullenly as he lay back against the pillows, arms lifted above his head. Rope pulled taut as he flexed his wrists. Aymeric looked down at him with a delicious mix of fondness and mischief as he straddled his waist, warm skin against skin.
It was a quiet night. Outside the manor, snow softly fell on the peaceful city, a blanket gifted from the night sky. Inside, the two men bathed in the heat of a glowing fire. Clothes had long since been discarded, along with the worries of their day.
Evenings like this came around far too rarely.
“Get on with it, then,” Estinien urged with mock impatience, as if being tied to his lover’s bed and doted on with wine and sweet, sinful promises was absolutely tiresome.
With a small, smug smile, Aymeric brought the gift into view.
It was wrapped loosely in indigo silk, the shape offering no clues to the mystery within. Candlelight shimmered a touch of gold across the fabric as Aymeric held it teasingly in front of Estinien, watching for his reaction. He gripped tightly onto the base to balance the substantial weight of it.
“Hmm…what could it be…a box of the finest sun-dried squid, perhaps? Should I sit here and eat it all while you’re tied up, hm? Such torture…”
“You’re becoming even more insufferable since I left,” Estinien growled. “Too much time locked up in that damned office, evidently.”
Aymeric let out a low laugh, drinking in Estinien’s brooding expression like the finest of red wines. Slowly, he began to unwrap the gift.
The Dragoon fell quiet as the last twist of silk fell from the beautiful, glazed wooden object.
Are those…scales…?
Whatever Estinien had expected tonight…it wasn’t this.
Aymeric watched with a soft smile, eyes narrowed as Estinien‘s widened gaze took in the sight of his gift.
A tapered round head gave way to a delicately ridged, thick shaft, blending into the small textured scales as it widened towards the base. The detail was immaculate. Highly crafted. Possibly custom-made.
It wasn’t the first time he’d laid eyes on such an object; all sorts of degenerate things could be found in the underground markets and alleys of Foundation, with plenty of willing buyers longing to indulge in taboo fantasies of escapism under the harsh repression of the See. But surely Aymeric wouldn’t be seen there?
And why this of all things?!
Blue eyes locked on blue; Aymeric’s stare could control a nation, and the strength of it on one alone was almost too much to stand. He smirked, indulging in the Dragoon’s unusual nervousness.
“It’s something I’ve had in mind for a while. A long-held desire. One that kept me warm on many a lonesome night, while you were travelling away. And I happen to be good friends with a particularly skilled craftsman.”
He’s thought about this? Fantasized, even…? And he commissioned that damned miqo’te to help?!
Images of Aymeric rutting into his hand, moaning his name into the sheets on a lonely snowy night flashed through his mind. A vision of his conversation with their mutual friend, knowing smiles as they discussed the finer details of the draconic sculpture and its potential uses.
His ears burned at the thought of being desired so, of someone else knowing the depths of the secret intimacy between them.
But…
Estinien’s breath stayed shallow, body frozen, a cat unsure of his jump. Brow furrowed, chin jutted.
The next few steps would be delicate.
“Estinien,” Aymeric reached to run fingers slowly, firmly over his lover’s jaw, tilting it up to meet his gaze. “If it’s too…close to home, too much…?”
“No! No. I didn’t- I didn’t say that.” He huffed abruptly, attempting to look away only to be moved back into position immediately. “I-“
Could he do this? It was a twisted fantasy. A common one, here in this city, sure, but the height of taboo, nonetheless. More so for them given…well, everything…
“I want to. To please you.” His face flushed deeper as he struggled to keep eye contact. He swore Aymeric - nay, the whole of Ishgard - could hear his heart beating out his chest, prey captured.
It was wrong, with everything that had happened. That Aymeric would want this…that he found himself wanting this too…
Gods, it was wrong.
So why did that make him want it more?
Aymeric simply stared down at him, watching. Then…
“Open your mouth.”
Estinien paused. Then, silently obeyed, levin jolting through his heart.
“Wider.”
He brought the tip of the sculpture to Estinien's lips, and slowly slid the heavy shaft over his tongue and down into his throat.
The wood was surprisingly pliant, warm with an earthy, almost cinnamon aroma to it. Their miqo’te friend had clearly sourced the highest quality of materials for their gift – or perhaps worked some kind of enchantment on it?
All thoughts of craftsmanship were soon swept from his mind as Aymeric reached up to grip silver hair and hold him in place, cock still deep within his throat.
“Good boy.”
He tilted Estinien’s head back for a better view of the emotions flashing over his face. Already, the dragoon was deliciously flustered, blush spreading to the tips of his ears.
Estinien moaned as Aymeric pumped the draconic toy into his mouth, shame rushing down to harden his own cock as the scales teased across his tongue.
“So good for me…”
Drool pooled over his chin when the toy was finally removed. Smirking down at him, Aymeric ran a hand over the hot skin of his chest, featherlight touch against sensitive peaks. Then: pads pressed into skin, scratches dug deep into his muscled sides, a sudden hiss as they ran down over firm, sensitive stomach.
Estinien growled quietly, brow furrowed and face flushed as Aymeric admired his work from above. Deep red marks trailed across skin. His claim marked.
Once more he tilted the dragoon’s jaw towards him, forcing him to take in the ravenous glow in his own eyes. “So beautiful. Now, turn over for me.”
He swiftly moved himself from Estinien’s hips, hand reaching down to guide the man’s waist into position. The rope twisted with him, allowing his wrists to settle without complaint.
“Spread.”
Obediently, Estinien opened his legs, thighs thick, ass lifted, leaning onto his forearms. His hair half-spilled from his ponytail, rippling over muscled shoulders glowing honey-gold in the candlelight. A sight holier than anything the See could conjure, Aymeric thought as he trickled warm oil between soft skin. A little more dripped over the heavy wooden toy, scales now shining in the light as he pumped his hand down the shaft, coating it thoroughly. He tightened the bottle cap and put it to the side. Hands reached down to massage and spread the firm, sculptured ass before him.
Estinien let out a quiet moan, exposed.
A thumb moved to brush the oil against his hole. Already he found himself relaxing, opening, wanting.
Wait-
Estinien tensed, twisting his head around to look at Aymeric. He throbbed, waves of guilt and heat pulsing through him.
Aymeric gazed back at him, eyes steady, thumb continuing its gentle caress. Gods, it was torture…
“Aymeric.”
A pause. Calculating. Then, soft yet direct:
“It’s okay to want this, my love.”
How does he-
Aymeric moved up, leaning over his shoulder to kiss him slowly, firm enough to anchor Estinien in the currents whirling around his mind. Estinien returned the embrace, a wave crashing back against his lips, heart spilling more than he intended.
“Green.” A quiet whisper affirming his need.
Aymeric smiled, gifting another slow kiss of reassurance before leaning back. He pressed a hand down in-between Estinien’s shoulders, holding him still. The other picked up the draconic sculpture and slowly started to grind it against Estinien’s ass.
And - GODS - the texture felt incredible; smooth ridges followed by small scales teasing against his slick hole. Estinien struggled to hold back a moan, rutting back against the toy, fire building inside him, acutely aware of Aymeric watching his desperate neediness with a look of twisted amusement. It didn't take long to start begging.
“Aymeric…”
“Enjoying your gift?”
“Yes…” His back arched, neck stretched as he allowed himself to indulge in the sensations. “Aymeric, I – I need it…”
“I’m not sure you can handle it.”
“I can handle it...Aymeric…fill me…please…”
The Lord Commander’s eyes glowed at the invitation.
“Asking me so sweetly…not like you at all, Dragoon.” He smirked as Estinien growled beneath him.
“Aymeric, please!”
“Well…if that’s what you desire…” Without pause he angled the tapered head and pushed against Estinien’s hole. A lewd moan escaped the Dragoon as the tip slowly entered him, his ass stretching around the thickening shaft. Aymeric devoured the view of each ridge slipping into him, hole clenching tight after each small stretch.
“You’re taking it so well, Estinien.”
“Mmphhhh!”
“It’s so big, I know. Truly draconic. You can take it all for me, can’t you?”
“Yes…”
Aymeric ran his hand over Estinien’s thigh, massaging taut muscle as the final scaled length slid in. The base of the cock pressed against his ass, and Estinien moaned.
“Good boy. You took the whole thing for me. You like it, don’t you?”
“Yes…”
“You like being filled with dragon cock, Azure Dragoon?”
Estinien’s eyes rolled as he trembled around the sculpture.
“Answer me.”
“Yes…I- I like it.”
“So good for me, Estinien.” Aymeric’s hand moved to Estinien’s hip, holding him in place. With the other, he began sliding the toy in and out of his stretched hole in small movements, working him open. Soon enough, he was able to slowly pound into him, loud moans echoing around the room as each thrust rubbed the perfect spot.
"Tell me how much you like being fucked by a dragon, Estinien."
"I-..." Gods- he was so full - "I love being fucked- mmphh-"
"Tell me."
"-I love it. I love being fucked by a dragon. Please...-"
If he had thought his head among the stars already, Estinien now found himself somewhere closer to another shard entirely.
"So good for me. You're getting close, aren't you?"
"Yes..."
Aymeric pressed in deep, paused, then slowly removed the sculpture, watching with warm pleasure as a trickle of oil spilled from his hole. Estinien whined.
"Don't fret...I'm not finished with you yet." Once again he turned Estinien onto his back. Oh, but he was a wreck - hair tangled over his face, sweat beading all over his muscled frame, mouth open, eyes pleading. Bruises starting to bloom around his collarbone. To see someone as strong as him, taken apart entirely...the deliciousness of it all was almost too much. Now, Aymeric's patience was tried.
But no. He had his plan. His own reward would come later, and it would be all the sweeter for it.
"Look at you...such a mess. You really can't help yourself, can you?" Smiling softly, he lifted Estinien's hips up towards him. "Spread.” Estinien obeyed, breath heavy as he shifted and exposed himself again. Aymeric reached above him, making quick work of the ties around his wrists, rubbing the pink marks where the rope had kept him anchored.
“Hold yourself up for me."
Estinien’s hands obediently gripped onto his thighs, rough fingers digging into muscle to hold still.
"Look at me. Watch what I'm doing."
Aymeric lifted the sculpture once more. Attached to the base of the cock was a small leather sack, a metal cap carefully pressed into the top. Estinien watched quietly as Aymeric reached for another bottle on the sideboard, this time filled with a thick liquid. He unscrewed the lid, opened the cap, and poured into the sack until it was full. With a click, the cap was replaced, the bottle set aside. He gave the stretched, plump leather a gentle squeeze to check all was secure.
Estinien looked up and met those blue hooded eyes once again, and remembered to breathe.
What is he...surely...?
As he lost himself in azure, the draconic sculpture entered him once more. This time, Aymeric didn't hold back - the cock pounded into him, hard, steady and angled forward, smooth head rolling across sensitive skin inside. His other arm curled around, free hand reaching for his lover's aching, slicked cock, and pumped at a steady pace.
"Estinien...you've been so good for me. You want to keep pleasing me?"
"Y-yes-"
"I need to breed you. You want to be bred by a dragon, Azure Dragoon?"
Halone spare me-
"Mmphhhhhh-!"
"Answer me."
"Yes...Aymeric, breed me..."
Aymeric’s eyes darkened with pleasure. "So good for me...let me fill you nice and deep..."
He relentlessly thrust the sculpture into the Dragoon’s hole and squeezed the base. Body shaking, Estinien’s cock thickened under the tightness of Aymeric’s firm, slick grip. The liquid heat of the draconic sculpture filling him was too much; he tipped over the edge into ecstasy, spilling over his own taut stomach and down his chest, uncontrollable lewd moans surging from his lips.
Aymeric watched mercilessly, pumping into him slow and hard as his climax rolled on, drawing out every pulse.
It took minutes for Estinien to finally settle, breathing slowed and tremble calmed, skin caressed by the knight above him.
A small squeeze on his wrist. “Are you with me, Estinien?”
A nod in return. His green was more a breath than a word, mind floating somewhere vaguely above them both.
It was enough. Aymeric slowly removed the toy, watching the thick liquid drip from his stretched hole, before lining himself up to take its place. More spilled out around his cock as he pushed into the warmth.
Estinien hissed, overstimulated.
Aymeric simply smirked down at him. “Now, I’ll take what I need.”
He moved to position himself over his lover, sliding into him as hands met the firm flesh of his chest, growling as the pleasure consumed his mind. "Clench tight for me, Estinien. Let me feel that tight hole around me. You're mine to use as I please."
Discomfort morphed into a soothing weight settling on Estinien's mind as Aymeric claimed and marked his body. Three fingers found their way into the Dragoon’s mouth; he whined around them with each thrust, losing himself in the storm of his lover’s darkened blue gaze above him.
Together they merged into something more primal; every move, every languid moan, every heavy breath driven by instinct, pure need.
As the knight finally pulsed deep into him, Estinien held tight onto firm muscled shoulders, contentment flooding his soul at being used to completion.
The world swirled round in a blur as he came back down from submissive bliss. Warm towels pressed against sensitive skin. Hot cocoa from a flask on the sideboard. Grapes cool against his lips. Strong arms holding him against sturdy chest, sweet praises sung into his ear, a thick blanket wrapped around them both. Hands gently untangling hair.
"You were so good for me, Estinien."
"Mmph."
"Was it everything you wanted?"
The Dragoon looked up and lost himself in blue once more, and offered a rare, soft smile.
"Yes."