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A fellow knight's 20th nameday was always an occasion for merryment.
Estinien was not a festivities type of man.
But when he heard knights snickering about a "piss-drunk Aymeric" that they left "at a brothel's door", he took to the skies. Or rather, the roofs. All in the name of saving his friend's honour. At least, that's what he told himself. The more focus he poured into searching for Aymeric, the less he had to think about the kind of results he expected from his little self-assigned mission.
Either way, Estinien's brain was definitely not ready for the realization that Aymeric and his lady of the night's room was the only one with the curtains fully open.
Estinien's landing on the thick window sill did not go unnoticed. He saw the woman, a dark-skinned Roegadyn, mouth "what the fuck" as Aymeric sat up straight in the bed and turned around to look out the window. Laughing.
Fortunately for Estinien's patience, Aymeric quickly reached out to open the window for his friend, still laughing when Estinien poked his head inside.
Estinien's scowl would have impressed a dragon, but it did nothing to kill Aymeric's mood. "You do realize you're fully visible from outside, you fool???"
"This is the sixth floor, you beast!!!" retorted the woman, who in the meantime had jumped off Aymeric to dive for a robe and a staff.
"And the window is facing a wall!" Aymeric continued, still obviously delighted by Estinien's stunt. "The only way to spot me would have been to be on the next roof, but clearly, no one would ever do that! Now come in, my friend, you're letting out all the warm air," he added without pause as he grabbed Estinien's arm.
Given no time to think, Estinien stumbled more than climbed through the window. He found himself awkwardly stuck between a very naked Aymeric lying on the bed, and an equally naked, shivering Roegadyn woman shoving him out of the way to close the bloody window and the bloody curtains. Aymeric, still on his back, tried to help her - or at least, not hinder her. It wasn't a great success.
Not that Estinien was paying attention to their efforts. He was very distracted by the realization that he'd never seen Aymeric's dick quite like this, hard and wrapped up for sex.
His distraction did not go unnoticed, and though he was flagging already from the cold, he sat higher on the bed to swing his legs off the mattress. "Since you came all this way, my friend, would you care to join me?"
Aymeric's smile looked so genuine that Estinien was struck speechless.
"Hey hey! Wait just a minute!" the Roegadyn woman interrupted, shattering any wild thoughts from either men. "This isn't a charity. If he wants to join, he has to pay too!"
Estinien blinked at her just as incredulously as he had done to Aymeric. He didn't bring any money. He had no money. Seven hells, he had come here intending to get Aymeric and get out.
He didn't know what he expected Aymeric to say to that. It was definitely not "I have money. I'll pay for him."
Oh, Halone, the other knights have been right all along. "Are you drunk out of your mind???"
"Just tipsy, I assure you," Aymeric replied, blinding Estinien with a smile.
"In any case, if he wants to stay, I'll need to see more gold." She crossed her arms over her generous chest with a frown and a shake of her spring green curls. "I care not who pays for who, as long as it isn't me."
Aymeric sat on the edge of the bed and reached for his pants on the floor. He'd lost the erection a while back, but he still seemed eager to go back to... to having sex. And add Estinien to his activities.
Aymeric had to be pranking him. That's why he got the other knights to bait him. There was no way Aymeric wanted... "Aymeric. I..."
Aymeric raised his head to look at Estinien, a few strands of his dark hair still plastered to his damp forehead and neck. "Estinien?"
Fury, Aymeric shouldn't have been able to look this desireable. Estinien could have sworn he'd seen sparkles in Aymeric's eyes. For a second, he thought himself ill.
"I'll... I'll pay you back," Estinien finally finished flatly, looking away as his thrice cursed ear tips flushed red.
Aymeric looked extremely pleased. "You needn't worry, my friend." He counted and handed more gil to his chosen lady, who accepted it with a frown.
"Just to be sure, your friend here is old enough to pay for sex, right?"
"I am, of course." Estinien hadn't gone out to the brothel for his twentieth name day. Estinien hadn't even gotten drunk. He'd gotten in a brawl in the refectory over it and ended up spending the night in a cell to cool down all the same.
"I wouldn't have offered to pay had he not been," Aymeric confirmed.
"Just makin' sure," she said as she put the gil under lock and key in what looked to Estinien like a very fancy and very tacky jewelry box. "I don't want any trouble."
With the matter settled and the payment secured, she gave both men new condoms to wear, before grabbing the lube to begin stretching her ass. She wasn't trusting either of these two virgins to lube or stretch her correctly. As she shouldn't.
Ever the gallant man, Aymeric politely averted his eyes to focus on Estinien instead. "Need a hand?" he asked his dear grumpy friend as the latter dropped his pants and underwear on the floor.
"I can assure you, I know how to undress mys—" was all Estinien had time to grump out loud before Aymeric's hand on his already half-hard cock made him bite down a very undignified sound.
"My apologies, friend." Aymeric didn't look sorry.
In fact, Estinien knew Aymeric wasn't sorry at all. That didn't stop him from sitting next to his smug friend on the bed. Or from letting Aymeric continue to stroke his dick to full hardness. Fury knows that took no time at all and seriously hampered his attempt at keeping a sour face.
"Looks like we can resume, Sers," the Roegadyn women pointed out, giving them both a sultry, hungry look.
"If you please, Opal," Aymeric breathed. He needed not say more for Estinien to reach out with his left hand and give Aymeric's cock a few tugs. Not that Aymeric wasn't fully hard already, of course. Satisfied, and willing the flush of his skin to leave, Estinien grabbed the condoms laying beside Aymeric.
"Please, let me," she — Opal — intervened. She took the condoms from Estinien's calloused hand and went to work opening the little packet. Once she had freed one condom, she placed it over Aymeric's tip and, somehow, unrolled the whole thing down the length of Aymeric's cock using only her mouth and throat. Her performance made Aymeric cry out and shudder, though he miraculously did not come on the spot.
She then smugly turned to Estinien with the other condom. "Your turn, Ser."
Witnessing her skillful trick was one thing; experiencing it was quite another. Estinien watched with wide eyes, breaths coming in short pants, as she placed the condom on his wet tip, then unrolled it around him by taking his entire length in her mouth and throat in one smooth move. The heat of her mouth was difficult to describe, with Estinien having no frame of reference, but when she swallowed around his tip, he cried out just as Aymeric had, understanding dawning on him. Mercilessly, she was off him before he embarrassed himself. He only realized Aymeric had been holding his hand while she prepared him when Aymeric pulled away to lie on the bed.
With Aymeric reclining on the bed in the same position as when Estinien had found him, Opal straddled his hips and sat around him comfortably, moaning, her head rolling back. Aymeric licked his lips as he watched her intently, his hands finding her hips again, caressing them reverently. Just as Estinien began to feel unwelcome, the woman leaned forward over Aymeric and pulled at one plump cheek to expose her other slick hole. "Come then, ser Estinien," she teased, looking at him over her shoulder, "there is room for another man here."
If Aymeric had paid for him, he wanted Estinien to do this, right? In any case, Opal seemed eager. Moving forward on his knees on the plush mattress, he put both hands on her hips, his fingertips barely meeting Aymeric's, as she beckoned him closer. "Come now. I won't bite. Enter slowly." At least, she seemed eager, so he gave her a quick nod, then took himself in hand to guide himself inside her.
The head slid inside a lot easier than he had expected, so he looked back at her face to see if he could continue. She was smiling, apparently pain-free, definitely enjoying this. "That's it, big boy," she crooned, rolling her hips back to meet Estinien. Beneath her, he caught a glimpse of Aymeric, his sweaty bangs flat on his forehead as he waited, his hips squirming involuntarily beneath the both of them.
Estinien's heart thumped in his chest as he resumed sliding into her. Her insides were warm, just like her mouth had been; they were also soft, enveloping him, as if molding herself around him, although he could feel something firm rubbing most deliciously against the underside of his cock. She moaned in pleasure and moved her hips back against Estinien's movement, as if wanting to get all of him inside faster. With his hands now on her waist for leverage, Estinien obliged, giving a single thrust of his hips to push the last inch in. It's only when he heard a deep "Oh, Estinien," over her sweet moans that he realized that the firmness he could feel inside her was Aymeric's cock, deep inside her pussy. He could actually feel Aymeric on the other side of her wall. The realization made him dizzy for moment. Or maybe that was just the heat of the room. Hopefully, it was the heat.
"Sweet merciful... give it to me now, boys, go for it!" Opal pleaded, trying to fuck herself on both cocks, with limited success.
With Aymeric's movements limited by all the weight on him, Estinien found himself the only one free to move at will. Gentle, tentative thrust quickly gave way to sharp, quick ones. Soon, he was fucking Opal the same way he brought himself to completion on his own: quickly, roughly, with no time to waste. The woman keened beneath him, one arm wrapped around Aymeric's shoulders. Aymeric's hands were now on her breasts, squeezing, as harsh pants and fragments of words spilled from his lips. Estinien had never heard Aymeric quite like this before. He'd never seen Aymeric quite like this before, either, and never would again, so any attempt to not drink in the sight of Aymeric's ecstatic face was for naught. He just hoped Aymeric would keep his eyes screwed shut long enough for him to gather the fortitude to look away.
Of course, instead, Aymeric's eyes flew open as his breathing began to stutter, and he returned Estinien's intense stare as he trembled and came, mouthing Estinien's name before pleasure overtook him and forced his eyes shut again. In response, Estinien finally, finally managed to look away. He pressed his forehead into Opal's shoulder blade with a guttural groan, of agony, or ecstasy, none could say. Neither of them really felt Opal coming around them, milking them for all they were worth.
They were both a bit unsteady on their feet as they made their way back to the barracks before dawn. Neither of them spoke. Aymeric smiled softly in a warm afterglow; Estinien scowled as he usually did, despite the unmistakable warmth in his limbs and core.
Estinien was dead certain, as he slipped inside the common room and burrowed under the furs piled upon his cot, that he would never find sleep again. However, when Aymeric checked on him, as he usually did before climbing into bed, Estinien was already dead asleep.