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Alphinaud yawned as he walked down the hall, his footsteps the only sound in the quiet building. It was late into the night and he’d only just managed to pry himself away from the library, having lost himself in study for many hours. Tears of sleepiness pricked at his eyes as he yawned again. He might have overdone himself slightly this time; he was not looking forward to Tataru chiding him for it in the morning.
He passed one of the rooms and heard an ever so quiet sound. The boy stopped a moment, unsure if he’d actually heard anything at all. Perhaps it was just his imagina- no, there it was again! A quiet but unmistakable voice.
This is Zelimir’s room, he thought. Unable to help himself, he leaned closer to the door. Yes, a voice. It sounded like somebody was in pain.
If Zelimir had been pushing himself too hard, thinking he was going to shoulder his enormous burdens alone again, he was sorely mistaken. Alphinaud cracked open the door to ask if Zelimir was alright, but any words he was going to say died on his lips the moment he beheld what was occurring within.
Zelimir and… Lord Haurchefant?! Caught in the most compromising of positions in the dark candle-lit room. Alphinaud’s dear Warrior of Light, a tall, dark-haired Elezen, was buried to the hilt inside the House Fortemps knight. He had one leg over his shoulder, while the other was bent by his right hip. Haurchefant gasped at a particularly hungry thrust from Zelimir, causing Alphinaud to blush furiously.
He knew he should leave, let them have their privacy, but he found himself frozen and unable to look away. He knew how making love worked, and it wasn’t difficult to deduce as to how a man might make love to another man as opposed to a woman, but seeing it happen in front of him… His eyes drank in the lewd sight, simultaneously ashamed and yet thirstily wanting to see more.
Alphinaud watched with wide-eyed fascination at the two men. Their shallow breathing and the squeaking of bedsprings made his ears burn. He’d never seen another man’s erection before, and he wet his lips as he regarded Haurchefant’s leaking member, lying thick and heavy on his belly. He watched as Zelimir moved his hand from the knight’s thigh and wrapped it around his cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Haurchefant’s breath hitched and he let slip a broken moan as Zelimir growled, brow furrowing.
Alphinaud felt breathless. That… That looked like it felt good. Really good.
He bit his lip, trying his best to ignore his own erection straining against his breeches. He’d been nursing a half-crush on the Warrior of Light for some time. Though he knew it was pointless to pursue it due to their age difference, he still felt a pang of jealousy. A grown Elezen, Zelimir was tall and lean, broad-shouldered and long-limbed. Alphinaud would rather die than admit it, but he often had confusing dreams of being with him, hands and mouths going places they’d never gone before. Part of him wished he was in Haurchefant’s position… so to speak.
Zelimir changed his angle slightly, causing Haurchefant to cry out. The Warrior slapped a hand over the knight’s mouth to keep him quiet. Haurchefant grabbed his wrist but didn’t pull him away, didn’t fight it, just huffed through his nose as his eyes rolled back in his head.
Seven hells, thought Alphinaud. There was something about seeing Zelimir, his Zelimir, he who was usually so strong and stoic, being so… Dominating in the bedroom. Watching the muscles move smoothly under his skin which gleamed with sweat in the half-light, seeing his brow furrow in concentration. Lord Haurchefant’s voice was becoming urgent, and soon enough he came over his chest and stomach. Alphinaud’s eyes lingered on his twitching dick before moving to watch Zelimir’s jaw slacken before he, too, came undone, tossing his head back and exposing his long pale throat. That image was going to be burned into Alphinaud’s mind for years.
He closed the door quietly before practically running to his own quarters, slamming the door behind him and falling back against it, hands already at his breeches. He moaned louder than he meant to as he grasped himself, and clapped his other hand to his mouth to quiet himself. Reminding himself of Zelimir’s act of domination, he let his mind run wild, imagining it was him that Zelimir was holding, pinning down and making love to.
He was already dripping wet and made quick work of himself, finishing embarrassingly quickly. He slid down to the floor, breathless. It wasn’t the first time he’d pleasured himself to thoughts of Zelimir, but he’d promised himself the previous time was to be his last. Alphinaud sighed.
He rose on shaky legs and changed into his nightclothes before flopping down onto the bed. He vaguely wondered if Zelimir would be in a good mood in the morning before promptly falling asleep.