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Despite the fact that his current role as Speaker of the House of Lords was a lower rank position than what he held previously, in truth it seemed the job came with no less work. So much so that attending an international conference in Ala Mhigo was as close to a holiday as he had ever come in years.
Not that Aymeric was particularly interested in time away from his work these days. In truth he found serving Ishgard and all of the paperwork and meetings that it entailed to be the perfect distraction from the many pitfalls of his personal life. After all, he never had to think about how terribly empty his home was if he was rarely ever there.
Aymeric pursed his lips in frustration as he swirled the contents of his wine glass. These were the exact thoughts that he had hoped to avoid, but it would seem the farewell gathering that Lady Lyse had so carefully put together for her guests in the grand halls of the former Palace, now Congress, of Ala Mhigo was far too much of a party than a political event for his liking.
He glanced over from where he lingered near the large arched open air windows at the very edges of what would still be socially acceptable of the gathering to see what the other attendees were doing. General Raubahn was kneeling on the stone floor next to a seated Sultana of Ul’dah, and the two appeared to be quite deeply engaged with one another"s conversation. Their host Lyse was holding the attention of Lord Hien and the young Seedseer A-Ruhn-Senna by performing a martial dance she had recently learned, if the echoing of her voice from such a distance was to be understood. Admiral Merlwyb, for her part, seemed content to sit silently at the table and drink her wine, like Aymeric not particularly interested in socializing that evening, but unlike him at least willing to pretend for the sake of image.
That left the last guest—a large Auri man who had accompanied Hien from Othard, introduced as Magnai Oronir and who was the selected representative of the Azim Steppe. And if Aymeric was right in his assumption, he was not the representative Lord Hien would have chosen himself if given the opportunity. The Xaela was standing not far from Lord Hien, close enough to be in eyesight but not near enough to be engaged socially.
The thing about Magnai Oronir that had caught Aymeric’s attention, however, was that over the last few days of their many conferences, anytime Aymeric had looked in the Xaela’s direction, the Xaela was looking back at him with an intensity that could not be mistaken for anything other than what it was.
It would seem this evening was to be no different, as he found himself once again locked with Magnai’s burning gaze.
Aymeric may not be known for his impulsivity, but impulsivity was hardly unknown to him. He confronted his father in the Holy See about the lies and hypocrisy of their dogmatic religion and thus spurred the action needed to expose the man’s plans of Godhood on an impulse. He traveled with the Warrior of Light to plead for assistance from a dragon even at risk of his own life and thus helped save his city on an impulse. And watching this stranger burn with barely contained lust for him during what could possibly be their last evening together sparked a kindling inside of him that pushed him forward into making a very poorly thought-out decision.
He turned fully to face Magnai, letting the Xaela know that he had Aymeric’s full attention, and raised his wine glass ever so in his direction as a silent invitation to come closer. The man’s golden eyes widened a fraction, as though he didn’t expect his staring to have caught Aymeric’s notice, but nonetheless swiftly made his way from the center of the party to Aymeric’s side.
“Are you not one for parties, Lord Magnai?” Aymeric asked with a soft smile when the Xaela was close enough to hear him.
Magnai tilted his head to the side in consideration as though he had never been asked something like that before, his golden braids swaying from the motion. Up close, Aymeric could clearly see that the gold in his eyes glowed in a way that he had only seen in the eyes of dragons before now. Despite their current peace, seeing glowing eyes so close still sent reflexive chills down his spine.
“I would not call this a ‘party,’” he replied, his voice more regal than what Aymeric had expected in all honesty. By voice alone, he could have easily mistaken Magnai for the son of some lord working his way through the ranks of the Temple Knights.
“Were this gathering to take place at the great seat of Azim instead—” he continued, clearly boasting to curry Aymeric’s favor “—Our celebration for our honored guests would have seen hundreds in attendance from all of the Dawn Mother’s children with feasting and bonfires that would last the whole of the night.”
Aymeric thought perhaps Magnai was being a little colorful in his description, but the effort spent to impress him was flattering in its own way. He gave the Xaela a little amused smile that he barely hid behind the rim of his wine glass, before taking a small sip. Magnai, in turn, shifted closer to Aymeric under the pretense of conversation despite him being far too close for it to be anything polite.
It was clear now that if Aymeric wanted more from this man, all he would have to do is reach out and take it with both hands. It was a question he did not have to linger on. If he had to choose between a long night alone with nothing but his own thoughts to keep him company and doing something reckless that was guaranteed to provide ample pleasurable distraction, he would choose the latter.
Perhaps it was cowardice, perhaps it was weakness, or perhaps he simply didn’t want to be alone for another night- it wasn’t a problem he would have to think about for much longer.
“Unfortunate it is indeed then that you are not our host this evening! We are all surely lesser for it!” He said with a soft laugh as he placed his wineglass down on the edge of the stone windowsill before reaching out with two fingers to stroke the thick leather of Magnai’s coat.
“Although, perhaps you could consider giving me a private display of your ‘hospitality’?” Aymeric looked up at the Xaela through half lidded lashes, silently praying to the Fury that he wasn’t somehow wrong in his interpretations.
Magnai blinked down at him in confusion for a moment before sudden understanding flashed across his face. It was hard to tell in the lowlight of the evening and with Magnai’s deep complexion, but Aymeric could have sworn that the man was blushing. A small bubbling of pride welled within him at successfully /finally/ getting a man to reciprocate his intentions.
“Aye…” Magnai murmured, his words trailing off momentarily as he leaned in closer to Aymeric, his golden eyes transfixed on Aymeric’s soft pink lips. “I could do that.”
It may have been ages since Aymeric was kissed but he had enough practice to know that it was what Magnai wanted and after the man had leaned in halfway, Aymeric was more than happy to close the distance between them. /Even if it meant he had to stand on the balls of his feet to reach/
No sooner than when lips had brushed was Magnai’s large hand suddenly wrapped around his waist and pressed firmly to the small of his lower back. The Xaela used his impressive strength to pull them flush as he crashed their lips together in barely contained want. Aymeric licked then sucked on Magnai’s lower lip which earned him a sharp exhale in response before the man mimicked the action, much to Aymeric’s pleasure.
When Aymeric retreated slightly to catch his breath, the Xaela above him growled softly and pressed their foreheads together. It was a level of affection that Aymeric hadn’t expected from what was to be a one night stand, but seeing as it sent a warm heat through him it was one he appreciated nonetheless.
Lyse’s loud laugh from the center of the room startled him back to reality that they were very much in public and that if this was to continue in the way he had hoped, they had best retreat to a more private venue. Glancing up at Magnai, it would seem the Xaela had come to a similar realization as he was staring back at him with the same look he had seen on war hounds that were waiting to be told what to do.
“My quarters are not far from here…?” Aymeric posed. Magnai nodded, giving Aymeric’s waist a soft squeeze before releasing him to lead the way. They slipped out unnoticed from the main hall and down the candle lit corridors to the wing designated for housing political guests with Aymeric’s assigned room at the far end of the hallway.
No sooner than after the door had closed behind them was Magnai pulling Aymeric back against him and pressing their lips together once more, this time with his hands trying to map the contours of his body through his many layers of clothing. Aymeric, for his own part, was blindly pawing at the Xaela’s heavy leather coat, trying to find its outermost fastens with not much luck.
Magnai muttered a word he didn’t understand against his lips as he pulled the elezen’s hips forward to meet the rocking of his own hips. If Aymeric had to guess he would assume it to be either a curse of want or a name of praise, either way it sent fire through his blood and he wanted to make the Xaela say it again.
He kissed Magnai silent with an increased fervor as he gave up trying to figure out the other man’s foriegn clothing when he could make far more progress in undoing his own. A small fear chimed in the back of his mind that this was a stranger and not someone like Estinien who engaged with him knowing about his body’s intricacies and that there was a very real chance once his clothing was off it may be enough of a disappointment to chase Magnai away.
Aymeric screwed his eyes together in focus as he buried that thought no faster than it had surfaced before nipping at Magnai’s lower lip, causing the man to part his lips in a gasp and allowing the elezen to press his tongue into the other man’s hot mouth. The Xaela groaned loudly in approval and helped shrug Aymeric’s long blue and gold trimmed overcoat to the stone floor which was encouragement enough for Aymeric to push forward, potential consequences be damned.
With much effort he pulled himself free of Magnai’s eager hands and lips, taking a few steps back and enjoying the look of the state the Xaela was in. The man’s gold eyes were blown wide, his lips swollen from their kisses, and the front of his coat was pulled open to expose more of his strong chest and firm abdominal muscles and a few previously secret trails of dark scales. Between his pants he again murmured that word of praise that Aymeric still couldn’t catch but the elezen’s lips twitched into a coy smile at it nonetheless.
Free of interrupting hands Aymeric pulled the rest of his decorative armor and under clothing off and onto the floor before he could think too much about it. Now naked, he sat on the edge of the bed under the light of the full moon shining in through the window of his sparse room, and risked a glance up to gauge Magnai’s reaction to seeing his now exposed soft breasts and cunt framed with dark curly hair.
Much to his relief, the man’s reaction was far better than he could have hoped for. The Xaela let out a loud snarl of barely contained lust and immediately began pulling his own clothes free and abandoning them into a similarly haphazard pile on the floor. By the time he was unlacing his pants and freeing his sizeable hard cock to the night air, Aymeric was crawling backwards onto the bed motioning eagerly for Magnai to join him.
He had never seen an Au Ra exposed to this extent before and his eyes followed the thick trail of scales down the sides of his torso that continued down his hips and to his thighs in unrestrained interest. And as he flashed his eyes up to meet Magnai’s own again he could tell the Xaela was more than happy to be seen, at least if the toothy smirk he flashed that made Aymeric’s cheeks flush was anything to go by.
“You’re beautiful…” Magnai praised, his weight sinking onto the bed as he crawled forward. Aymeric couldn’t help but be reminded of a heretical pamphlet he read years ago during his duties over the Temple Knights about an elezen woman being ravished by her draconic lover and the thought made even the tips of his ears burn in equal parts embarrassment and lust.
The Xaela’s battle roughened hand reached out and thoughtfully stroked the thick ropey scar on his lower right abdomen from when he was nearly assassinated. He could tell the man was curious but instead of asking, he trailed his hand further upwards to trace along the now exposed contours of his thin waist and to the sensitive skin of his lower ribs.
Aymeric sucked in a startled breath when he realized what was going to happen mere moments before Magnai’s rough hand cupped the whole of his soft breast in his palm. He could still remember the last time he had felt another man’s touch against the only place that truly made him feel vulnerable and it wasn’t a thought that he was willing to allow.
Reaching up, he wrapped his thin arms around Magnai’s neck and pulled him down into a kiss so firmly that he knocked the Xaela off balance enough that he released Aymeric’s breast to brace himself against the mattress.
Magnai for his part didn’t seem to mind, more than happy to moan against Aymeric’s lips and continue their kissing from before. But where previously they had been clothed, this time when he rocked his hips forward it dragged hot skin /and scale/ against skin which tore a high whine from the back of Aymeric’s throat and shot sparks of pleasure directly between his legs.
Their legs were tangled and one of Aymeric’s thighs was trapped under the Xaela’s own and he could feel the silky soft firmness of his thick cock rub a trail of eager precum along the shallow of his hip with each shift of Magnai above him. As the Elezen broke their kiss to gasp, Magnai refused to relent, pressing firm kisses against Aymeric’s neck, clavicle, and shoulder that dragged the tufted tips of his braids along his skin, making it tingle, making the folds of his cunt wet with excitement.
Of which Magnai must have felt against the skin of his own thigh as the man above him let out a deep rumble of pleasure and between kisses murmured, “You’re getting wet for me.”
The statement was blunter than anything Aymeric had ever heard in bed before. He was lucky to get Estinien to moan, much less dirty talk, and hearing it now from the Xaela sent waves of prickling embarrassment that did nothing but go straight to his cunt. Much to his mortification, as he felt his clit swell with interest he felt a small gush of slick escape from between his lips and onto Magnai’s waiting thigh which only made the man above him curse and praise him again with words he didn’t understand.
Without needing much prompting, Magnai easily got Aymeric to change positions so that his legs were spread around the man’s scaled waist, and when the Xaela leaned back onto his heels he had an unrestricted view of the elezen’s flushed cunt. Magnai’s hands clenched and unclenched in the air between them as though momentarily nervous, before finally reaching forward and sliding two fingers between Aymeric’s outer lips to feel the hot wetness there. To his credit, he continued to trail his fingers up through his folds until they stroked up the underside of the elezen’s small but erect clit.
The touch sparked white hot pleasure to shoot through his entire body and Aymeric threw his head back against the sheets and cried out into the darkness, clenching his legs uselessly around the Xaela’s waist and trembling underneath him.
“Please…” Aymeric begged as he writhed his hips wantonly in Magnai’s lap, craving nothing more than to be stretched open in ways that he was sure to feel for the entire journey home and that would be certain to be the foremost of his thoughts until he could drown himself in paperwork once more.
The Xaela took the bait and with a loud growl and a thrash of his tail gripped Aymeric’s hips tightly in his hands before shifting and rocking his hips until the underside of his cock was rubbing between the wet folds of his cunt. The feeling of his large /ridged??/ cock rubbing against his own clit was enough to send those white hot sparks shooting through him again until his hands were twisted up in the sheets and his thighs were trembling again.
He opened his mouth to plead once more, but instead of words coming out Aymeric let out a strangled cry of both pain and pleasure as Magnai’s thick cock head breached him stretching his hole far wider than he could ever remember it being stretched before.
“Oh Fury~!” he gasped as he arched his back in a useless attempt to squirm free from the sudden invasion. Magnai’s hand’s clenched tighter against him in what would surely leave finger shaped bruises along the small of his hips come tomorrow as he growled lowly in what could only be barely maintained control. If this was only the tip, Aymeric could only imagine what being filled with the rest of him would be.
They both panted for a long moment before they regained enough of their senses to press forward.
Aymeric gently shifted his hips, trying despite the grip holding him to rock down and take more of Magnai’s cock in him. The Xaela cursed softly, staring down at where their bodies were joined before slowly shifting his hips forward and pushing his length ilm by ilm into the Elezen’s tight heat.
Watching Magnai watch him did something to him. He hardly felt what had to be a quite the significant pinch of being stretched when his body was sparking with lightning like it was. Lightning that was quickly setting a fire that was threatening to burn him alive.
A strangled cry broke free from his chest as the man fully sheathed himself inside of him, so deep that Aymeric felt the tingling of a fullness that he had never felt before. Magnai’s thumbs stroked against the slightly haired thin skin of his lower abdomen as his golden eyes stared down at Aymeric with fascination and pride.
It took the elezen a long moment to drag himself free from the dizzying waves of electricity sparking through him to realize what it was that caught the Xaela’s attention but when he did he couldn’t help but moan and clench his walls tight around the thick cock inside of him. It would seem the angle of Aymeric’s hips on top of Magnai’s thighs in combination with Aymeric’s thin frame allowed the tip of the Xaela’s dick in him to be seen as a small /but visible/ bulge on his lower abdomen.
The tightening around his cock must have been too much for Magnai to bear and with a loud growl and flurry of words in his own tongue he pulled out halfway before thrusting back inside Aymeric with one sure motion.
Aymeric let out another cry and his own set of unknown curses at the deep filling pressure inside of him, as well as the strange sensation of small but firm ridges along the underside of the Xaela’s shaft stretching him in ways he couldn’t have ever imagined, as the white hot lightning shooting up his spine and back down again to the tip of his clit overwhelmed him.
He could hardly keep track of what was causing what sensations anymore, only that Magnai was thrusting hard and fast and his clit was aching so much he felt like he was going numb from the pleasure of it. Distantly he knew he was rocking his own hips up to meet the other man’s pace working on his buried primal need for pleasure.
“I want to see you cum.” Growled Magnai’s voice somewhere above him, voice heady with lust. Aymeric only then realized his eyes must have fallen closed as he fought to open them and to meet the Xaela’s intense gaze. He thought he managed a nod in response, but he couldn’t be sure.
Then suddenly the firm pressure of a thumb was rubbing against his clit in quick flicks in time with the thrusting of the cock inside him, sending bolts of white hot pleasure /pain?/ through him so intense he cried out loud enough to be heard through even the stone walls of his room as his body spasmed. His fingers clenched so hard in the sheets he was sure he tore them and his toes curled so tight they hurt as he came gushing hot onto Magnai’s cock as his thrusts slowed and stuttered.
All of a sudden the lightning had passed and Aymeric was limp on the sheets. His head tossed back and panting as the thin sheen of sweat on his skin finally began to cool his burning body. Distantly he was aware of that fullness inside him sliding out and leaving him so open he swore he was gaping.
The Xaela above him peppered his face, neck, and shoulder with kisses once more, whispering praises to him about how good he felt and how beautiful he was interspersed with what he had to assume was the pet name Magnai had chosen for him based on the frequency he was using it.
A gush of something thicker and hotter than slick slipped free from between his folds and onto the sheets underneath him, which made him twist his face in exhausted annoyance. Although he quickly accepted that it was his own hells damned fault for not telling the man to pull out…
But as dizzying post climax darkness threatened to pull him down into what was sure to be a restful slumber and he found himself tangled in the warm embrace of a man kissing and praising his ‘Nhaama,’ he couldn’t help but feel like it was a risk he was willing to take. If just this once.
~.~.~.~.~
Hien was silently fuming as he turned down the eight corridor that morning. That damned Oronir, that never ending pain in his backside, knew they were supposed to leave over an /hour/ ago and yet Hien couldn’t find him anywhere!
Usually Magnai was the first one up in his experience. Something about wanting to ‘Meet the Dawn Father and learn his wisdom’ or some other such nonsense excuse to tear up the training yard before it had become too crowded with other soldiers.
But this morning it was like the man had disappeared!
Hien had checked the training yard, the ‘farewell breakfast buffet’ Lyse was so proud to have put together for them—Hells he had even checked the Xaela’s private quarters! Not that it provided much ease to his growing nerves as it seemed the man had never returned there last night.
He was struggling to remember when the last time he even saw Magnai was. When did he leave the party? Did he try to tell Hien where he was going and he simply had one too many drinks to remember?
“Magnai, this isn’t funny anymore! I swear if I have to tell your clansmen that you’ve been kidnapped in another country, I’ll kill you myself when we find you!” He yelled out in frustration at nothing more than the kami and the stone walls of the castle corridors.
Much to his shock however, the door at the end of the hallway suddenly slammed open and Magnai came shuffling out into the hallway looking rather unkempt and as though he had been caught with his hand in the sweets jar. Hien could only gawp at what he was looking at.
“My Khan may have bade me assist you, Doman, but I am born of the Dawn Father and will not be threatened by the likes of you!” He snapped back in a hushed tone as though trying to keep quiet.
Hien blinked a few times at him in confusion before the realization hit him of /whose/ room it was that he was slinking out of so late in the morning.
“Did you spend the evening with Lord Aymeric de Borel?” He asked, sly grin breaking out across his face, knowing full well he didn’t need the Xaela to answer know the truth.
Magnai straightened his back in a flustered attempt to brush off the Hyur’s words like a peacock might and quickly stormed passed him in the hallway not bothering to—or more accurately, not able to—answer him.